In true Brock Christian Wilson fashion, I'm sitting on my computer at 11:17 at night, with a Diet Coke in tow. Turn to Stone by Ingrid Michaelson is playing on repeat (surprise, I know, considering the title of my post) and I felt the need to blog. I'm graduating from high school tomorrow. While it won't be the most incredible thing that will ever happen in my life, I haven't gone through a transition like this before. The physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional stress I have felt in the past few weeks have been more intense than anything I've ever felt in my life. It's hard for me to think about tomorrow, but I know now that I have to face it like a brave little diva, rather than a wimpy freshman (no offense, but freshman are wimpy).
When I think back on the 2011-2012 school year, I remember how incredibly diverse it was month to month. Most of the time, I was as happy as a clam. Sky View High School was my playground and I fully intended to work hard and play hard. There was nothing I couldn't do. This, my friends, is a notion I think everyone has as they begin their senior year. It seems so cliche to say it, but you really are the top dog when you are a senior. By then, no one really cares about what anyone else is doing and everyone just kind of accepts that crap happens and you move on. It's so fascinating when you notice that the entire class is maturing as a whole. You say you wouldn't ever conform, but you do regardless. You have to accept the fact that things change. And usually, they are changing for the better.
There are so many good, incredible people I've met through my high school career, but my senior year was packed to the rafters with examples of who I want to be when I grow up. Amazingly enough, if you pause long enough to look around, you can find those people where you least expect them. I remember meeting one girl in my Psychology class who, come to find out, was so much smarter than anybody would ever give her credit for. It astounded me that nobody had noticed before. Another, I met through Encore, and he became one of the best friends I will ever have. And he plays (epic gasp) a sport. Yeah. I, Brock Christian Wilson, the effeminate diva with a heart of bronze (gold is too good for me, let's be real), am friends with a jock. I never thought the day would come.
It's also at this point that, despite my better judgment, I'd like to finally admit something. Most of you know, and you're probably the only people who will actually read this. I've been called so many derogatory terms and so many horrible things over the years for choices I've made and things I've come to accept about myself. But with mocking comes growth. I've realized that my personal life is my personal life. I'm sure you get what I'm saying, so I don't feel the need to make an actual confession. It is none of your freaking business. :)
As I've been growing up, I've realized that I haven't been as good of a person as my mommy raised me to be. I'm not the son she wished for and I accept that. I don't think any of us are quite what our parents expected. We're loud, we smell, we're kind of slutty at times. But, to quote my dear Ke$ha, we are who we are (I refuse to spell it like she does). If we can find the worse parts of ourselves, then we can know what to improve. For those I've hurt over the years, I'm truly sorry. At times, I can be a horrid person.
The last thing may be the most important. I may lose some of my readers (are there any?!) with this, but I don't really care. I, Brock Christian Wilson, owe my happiness and everything I have been blessed with to my Heavenly Father. The Gospel is true and it is the only way any of us can find happiness in our lives. This may seem so ridiculous coming from me (or anyone), but I don't say this in gest. I am proud to admit I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I really don't know who I would have been in high school without it.
So, this is me. I'm graduating. I'm a diva. I have an addiction to Diet Coke. I'm twenty pounds overweight, although I tell people it's five. I'm a lot shorter than I like to think I am. I've never seriously dated anyone. I believe Pretty Little Liars is the best show on television. I'm a gossip. I hold onto the past much more than anyone should, but I'm working on it. And I'm a Mormon (hahahahahahah get it, like those videos?!).
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Does This Gown Bring Out My Backfat?
As I'm preparing for the perils of REAL LIFE as I move towards my high school graduation, I am finding that I keep hitting all of these milestones that continue to remind me that I will soon be responsible for myself. In a perfect life, I'd graduate high school with a perfect idea of where I will work for the summer and exactly where I will be travelling. Even my free days would be perfectly scheduled with hour by hour appointments with friends I won't see as much once I begin attending USU (major in Journalism with an emphasis on Print Publication, Minor in Gender Studies!).
The other day, I went on a walkabout around campus with my best girlfriend Tacie Lynn Hyer. It was, at first, a trivial night of Jamba's and gossip, but as we began our hour long stroll about the Utah State campus, I realized how soon I will be a student there. Peeps, this is some big shizz. I'mma be a college student. Break out the bedsheets, I'm ready for the toga parties!
In a week full of auditions, concerts, and closing banquets and socials, I've been looking for some sort of reminder that moving on is, in fact, going to be a positive thing. Today, however, that reminder was found. Before I left Sky View to go to my usual lunch spot (I think it was Pizza Plus today...not sure though), I went to pick up my cap and gown. Yeah, my graduation cap and gown. It's such a beautiful thing. I suppose this post seems so gushy, but when you think about it, it really is an amazing thing.
I reflect so often these days on my years in public school. I think of all the people I've met, the classes I've taken, and the events that have taken place. If you compared Senior Brock Christian Wilson to Freshman Brock Christian Wilson, I'm not even sure they would get along. First of all, Freshman Brock Christian Wilson was adequately skinnier than Senior Brock Christian Wilson, that slut. But other than that, I've truly realized how much a person can grow in four years.
On the lighter side of things, it's recently come to my attention that I've been losing weight. It was first brought to my attention by my parents back in February, but the other day as I sprung up the stairs to the kitchen, I had a revelation of the grandest kind. MY BACK WASN'T JIGGLING! No matter how high or far I jump now, my back stops moving when the rest of me does. It's a beautiful thing.
Loves and Z-Snaps,
Brock Christian Wilson
The other day, I went on a walkabout around campus with my best girlfriend Tacie Lynn Hyer. It was, at first, a trivial night of Jamba's and gossip, but as we began our hour long stroll about the Utah State campus, I realized how soon I will be a student there. Peeps, this is some big shizz. I'mma be a college student. Break out the bedsheets, I'm ready for the toga parties!
In a week full of auditions, concerts, and closing banquets and socials, I've been looking for some sort of reminder that moving on is, in fact, going to be a positive thing. Today, however, that reminder was found. Before I left Sky View to go to my usual lunch spot (I think it was Pizza Plus today...not sure though), I went to pick up my cap and gown. Yeah, my graduation cap and gown. It's such a beautiful thing. I suppose this post seems so gushy, but when you think about it, it really is an amazing thing.
I reflect so often these days on my years in public school. I think of all the people I've met, the classes I've taken, and the events that have taken place. If you compared Senior Brock Christian Wilson to Freshman Brock Christian Wilson, I'm not even sure they would get along. First of all, Freshman Brock Christian Wilson was adequately skinnier than Senior Brock Christian Wilson, that slut. But other than that, I've truly realized how much a person can grow in four years.
On the lighter side of things, it's recently come to my attention that I've been losing weight. It was first brought to my attention by my parents back in February, but the other day as I sprung up the stairs to the kitchen, I had a revelation of the grandest kind. MY BACK WASN'T JIGGLING! No matter how high or far I jump now, my back stops moving when the rest of me does. It's a beautiful thing.
Loves and Z-Snaps,
Brock Christian Wilson
Thursday, May 3, 2012
When the Mama Bear Comes Out
To be frank, I've become a fairly socially capable person as I've grown up. I pride myself in being able to talk to and tolerate most kinds of people. I can endure most kinds of personalities and, to be honest, I have an incredibly diverse group of people that I call my close friends. I enjoy it very much. However, with a large number of friends comes a lot a people to keep tabs on. I don't mind this. I think caring for a fair amount of people keeps your own self involvement in check. If you are involved in other's lives, you won't be so wrapped up in yourself. That brings me to my topic this week.
As I move towards my last days of high school (thank the deities above), I would like to take a short moment to complain about one thing that has been bothering me lately. I'm not usually an incredibly whiny person (hahaha people who know me really well just peed from the laughter), but something has been eating away at my smaller than average brain. I, my friends, have discovered a new pet peeve. I've never had this problem before, but I'm finding it to be increasingly distracting.
If you mess with someone I love, lately, I've been getting incredibly defensive of them. For evidence that this is becoming a common occurence in my own life, I offer the following examples:
Example #1: A Kiss With a Fist Is Better Than None
We all have one in our own lives. We're all friends with that couple we all know should have broken up about two years ago, even if they've only been dating for a few days or weeks. Peeps, do your friends a favor. If one of you or both of you are friends with someone, don't complain to them about your relationship. Also, if you are friends with your significant other's close friends on some sort of online social media, do not complain about them in your status or pins or what have you. It pisses them off. It makes them want to cut you, Diva style. It also shows an incredible lack of class. Complaining about a relationship where everyone can see it is about as classy as Lindsay Lohan. Have you seen her teeth lately?
Example #2: You Know You Hate Me, XOXO
I always enjoy when people pride themselves in knowing my life better than I do. It's always the cherry on top of a perfect day when you learn things you didn't even know were happening in your own life from someone who has apparently been talking about the supposed event for days. Oh yes, my friends. The Gossip. Now don't get me wrong, I love my own share of gossip. It's what I live for. Put me in a headband and I'm Gossip Girl's Blair Waldorf. And I've had my fair share of rumors about me spread (surprise to the tea party, I know). But when someone decides to spread a rumor about not only me, but a friend of mine that they don't even know, that's when the claws are coming out. And if you want to throw down, make sure you're intimidating. I'm not a fighter, but when I'm more physically imposing and we're of equal masculinity (not much), don't test me.
Example #3: Make Out Kids Never Had a Chance to Be Best Friends
This is the less incriminating example. I don't think this one will offend people, as much. If you are a good friend of mine, and you come to be in a successful relationship that makes you truly happy, I'm not going to judge. I'll be happy for you. I'm pretty nonjudgmental. But when you are close friends with both halves of a couple, it's difficult at times. If one of you isn't commiting as much as the other, tell your significant other. Don't tell your mutual friends. It puts them in an incredibly awkward position. If one of my girlfriends told me that she wanted to marry my guy friend, but he expresses that he's attracted to someone besides her, what kind of position does that put me in? Especially in high school. True love is an attractive myth that I highly doubt one can find in high school. I realize that sounds so cynical, but I've seen it happen. And while two of my siblings are, in fact, happily married to their high school sweethearts (with babies), that's almost never how it works out. Just keep your problems between the two of you, or designate friends who aren't involved in your significant other's daily lives as well as yours.
When I love someone, I'll do anything to keep them happy. If they care about me, I feel obliged to show that I care about them just as much. So if you want to stay on my good side, make them happy too, capiche?! If not, Diva el Zorro might appear at your door and snap in a Z formation.
P.S. Diva El Zorro is me.
As I move towards my last days of high school (thank the deities above), I would like to take a short moment to complain about one thing that has been bothering me lately. I'm not usually an incredibly whiny person (hahaha people who know me really well just peed from the laughter), but something has been eating away at my smaller than average brain. I, my friends, have discovered a new pet peeve. I've never had this problem before, but I'm finding it to be increasingly distracting.
If you mess with someone I love, lately, I've been getting incredibly defensive of them. For evidence that this is becoming a common occurence in my own life, I offer the following examples:
Example #1: A Kiss With a Fist Is Better Than None
We all have one in our own lives. We're all friends with that couple we all know should have broken up about two years ago, even if they've only been dating for a few days or weeks. Peeps, do your friends a favor. If one of you or both of you are friends with someone, don't complain to them about your relationship. Also, if you are friends with your significant other's close friends on some sort of online social media, do not complain about them in your status or pins or what have you. It pisses them off. It makes them want to cut you, Diva style. It also shows an incredible lack of class. Complaining about a relationship where everyone can see it is about as classy as Lindsay Lohan. Have you seen her teeth lately?
Example #2: You Know You Hate Me, XOXO
I always enjoy when people pride themselves in knowing my life better than I do. It's always the cherry on top of a perfect day when you learn things you didn't even know were happening in your own life from someone who has apparently been talking about the supposed event for days. Oh yes, my friends. The Gossip. Now don't get me wrong, I love my own share of gossip. It's what I live for. Put me in a headband and I'm Gossip Girl's Blair Waldorf. And I've had my fair share of rumors about me spread (surprise to the tea party, I know). But when someone decides to spread a rumor about not only me, but a friend of mine that they don't even know, that's when the claws are coming out. And if you want to throw down, make sure you're intimidating. I'm not a fighter, but when I'm more physically imposing and we're of equal masculinity (not much), don't test me.
Example #3: Make Out Kids Never Had a Chance to Be Best Friends
This is the less incriminating example. I don't think this one will offend people, as much. If you are a good friend of mine, and you come to be in a successful relationship that makes you truly happy, I'm not going to judge. I'll be happy for you. I'm pretty nonjudgmental. But when you are close friends with both halves of a couple, it's difficult at times. If one of you isn't commiting as much as the other, tell your significant other. Don't tell your mutual friends. It puts them in an incredibly awkward position. If one of my girlfriends told me that she wanted to marry my guy friend, but he expresses that he's attracted to someone besides her, what kind of position does that put me in? Especially in high school. True love is an attractive myth that I highly doubt one can find in high school. I realize that sounds so cynical, but I've seen it happen. And while two of my siblings are, in fact, happily married to their high school sweethearts (with babies), that's almost never how it works out. Just keep your problems between the two of you, or designate friends who aren't involved in your significant other's daily lives as well as yours.
When I love someone, I'll do anything to keep them happy. If they care about me, I feel obliged to show that I care about them just as much. So if you want to stay on my good side, make them happy too, capiche?! If not, Diva el Zorro might appear at your door and snap in a Z formation.
P.S. Diva El Zorro is me.
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