A Blog of You

Blog. It's been a while. "Yes, this is your conscience. We haven't spoken in a while." - Marlin in Finding Nemo. How are you? If you are reading this blog, you probably already know how I've been and the kind of crap I've been into. So, I'll start with the important things. It's almost the year of the tiger. Yes, Junior year, folks. Many people say it's the most difficult year. About 35 days ago, I started talking to a female. Yes, you may think, "Luke, you are almost always rolling in chicks." Yes, this is true, but this one is slightly more important. So yeah this amazing girl I was talking about (or that 'Female") is now writing this blog annnnnnd shes soooo awesommmme

Anyways, so me and this female, Amy Lynn Dundon, who was named by the nurse the delivered her, hang out regularly these days. In fact, I am at her house right now. Her mother and her are discussing things on couches. It's a nice, welcoming family, and I enjoy being absorbed so oddly into the home. She won't let me go in her room because it's apparently very messy. One cat is fat and homosexual and has a crush on me. Another is a female that is sick and thin. She hides from people. Things are....good. And confusing.

Another recent development in the dramatic epic of Luke Wilson's life is the Odyssey of homes. The bank snatched our house from under our noses. We were luckily able to get a 105-year-old classic Phoenixville home in a small alley behind Barkley Elementary. Me and my parents somehow got a massive sectional all the way through the house into the living room by ourselves. Last night Nick helped us get some other medium difficult wooden items upstairs or in the downstairs rooms. The attic is sealed off with dry wall, which is creepy. The steps going up to it are about a foot high each, making it look old. Anyhow, the feeling of moving and associating a different place with my conscious sense of "home". I feel my soul is in floating limbo between houses. It isn't, however, that far away. I'll be next to Barkley which will be filled with crazy loud children running around a little bit after I get home. That'll be fun and/or annoying. I have a slightly smaller room, but it has wood floors and it's on the second floor, the bedroom I've always wanted. It has an upright window and a cool horizontal window. The basement is really old and creepy. There is rings on the ceiling of it where they used to hang bodies. We have a fluorescent green porch light and a gross little backyard.

I am now in the middle of a large Dundon family meeting and in the juggling of casual conversation.

Sometimes things happen. They'll happen without you caring. They'll happen without you noticing. I wish that still happened. I wish things happened without my permission. I wish the control wasn't in my hands. I am a weak-willed, scrawny little man and I need others to make decisions for me. I am the youngest child. I am small. I want to sing Breathe Me by Sia. Because that's me. Wrap me up.

Now that the drama Kingdom is over, let's discuss schooling.
I am in two AP classes this year (English/Gov't+Politics) and hopefully I will have the same lunch period as Nick and/or Amy and/or Tim and/or Matt and/or Braden Bowdish and his pal Dante Collazo, the man with the coolest name ever made by circumstance and life itself. I'm pretty sure Amy and Nick have the same math class. That'll be interesting.

Things still happen.




They happen all the time.