Write down a note.

I had a talk with Mike tonight, and we talked about our friend named Bo. He brought up the fact that Bo looks up to me, which is a little strange. I’m not one to look up to.

(It does feel kinda good though.)

But then I remembered the people I used to look up to when I was Bo’s age (16 or 17) and how in a few years he’ll remember me and say to his friends “remember that Jon Strong kid? No, remember, the one who always used puns? …He looked Jewish? Yeah, so him, I Can’t Believe I Used To Look Up To Him, I mean, I never really told you guys, but I did, isn’t that fucked up?”

Yeah. I know those people.

Well I am one now. Not ironic in the least bit. Everything’s ironic nowadays.

And everything is funny.

(By the way, since I’ve been hanging out with KyleStephanieBo (in order of coolest to least coolest) I’ve accomplished nothing (other than getting that job that I really like, but we’re talking Life-wise) and I’ve known and driven home every night tired and knowing I’ve done nothing today, and yet, Still I Am Tired.

And, also, I talk weird in my entries now. All these analogies and people talking to each other (and me answering them in my entry), I don’t know if I like it, but that’s it.

And John has not left me a note lately. I guess I’m just writing too weird for him now.)