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Name: Jeremy
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Birthday: 8/29/1985
Interests: Sleeping, trying desperately to keep up with this crazy music major thing, eating, running around and working out to lose the food that I'm always eating, chillin at Michigan State with all my buds, playing euphonium, and of course DRUM CORPS and the PHANTOM REGIMENT
Expertise: Slowly getting to be euphonium and teaching. I'm in the middle of the pic above, the one without a horn, so I think I might finally be on the right track. We'll see what my profs have to say about that though....
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  hooahfig
Member Since:
12/10/2003
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| It seems like years, but yes, I am writing another entry in this long-forgotten thing. Hah, I'm not gonna lie, I have to give my inspiration credit to Courtney. She's the balls.
I don't really know how to start off after such a long time, so I'm going to start out with a pretty crazy turn of events... In simple terms, my family has suddenly become a lot more poor. I know this sounds stupid, but it's for real and pretty serious. When my mom called me to tell me, the first question I found myself asking her was ''Am I coming home?" It's really hard to hear that your entire invested financial future has fallen out on you, and even worse when you find out why... Turns out my parents were investing heavily (VERY heavily) into this company that was supposed to make it big in about ten years. Not, not supposed to. GUARANTEED to. And when the company went under, bankrupt, completely broke.... Our stockbroker 'missed' it. I know, many of you are saying 'well that's the game you play, the risk you take with that kind of market', and usually I would agree with you. Our stockbroker, however, was not in his office when this happen. He wasn't there the entire WEEK that the company died. Where was he? Drinking. Drinking his life away. Now he's in the hospital with a destroyed kidney, and my family is buying Market Day to save money. My ma told me Regiment was a problem.... And as I lost my balance and grabbed onto the wall, she told me I was still going to march. So.... Things have changed for my family. I'm still going to MSU, I'm still marching in Phantom Regiment. But when this kind of thing happens, it makes you really happy for what you have, ya know? I suppose I've become more grateful for the life I have been given, the opportunities I have had. So, to all of my friends, all of the people who take the time to read this, thank you. You guys have helped in a way that I can't even describe.
Speaking of Phantom Regiment, though... How do you even begin to describe something like this? As I look at what I wrote above, as I recall what happened when my Mom said that Regiment was a problem, I realize what an incredible impact it has had on me. I know that many of you will say that I think too much of it, think I am a nerd for letting drum corps, professional band camp, change my life the way it has. The truth is, however, that I can never explain it to you. I can never tell you what it is like to be destroyed and reborn on a football field. I can never show you the blood and sweat that left my body on a small field in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and in Rockford, Illinois. I can never EVER describe to you every emotion that you feel when you put your horn down on finals night, the despair as you hang up your uniform on the truck one last time. You see, these feelings that I and so many others have experienced, are part of something so incredibly unique, so awakening, that they transform you. Sitting on the phone with my dear friend yesterday, I wonder what I would be doing without Phantom Regiment as part of my life. I even look back to my times in Pioneer, how the friends (and brothers) I found there propelled me to a higher plane of being with them. When I came to Regiment, I was shocked to be handed my first bottle of Gatorade from an alumni. I don't know his name, he never even said a word to me.... He just smiled and grasped my shoulder as I walked by. How many of us can see that as completely profound? I mean, what's the big deal, it's a bottle of Gatorade, right? Yes, you're right. But it is SO much more. This action presented something that had never happened to me before... This man loved us, the Phantom Regiment, HIS CORPS. It must have been years since he had a uniform on, yet here he stood on this hot afternoon, handing cold bottles to those who were carrying on the tradition that he was once a part of. In his humble face, you saw joy and sadness as he recalled summers past, looked back at the memories he had with the same name that I wore on my shoulders... This kind of complete dedication I had not seen before in my time... I had never met a proud alumni wanting to help me simply because I was marching with his corps. Now I am a veteran of Phantom Regiment in my 5th year of drum corps. So much time has passed, and yet the memories still shine in my head as though made yesterday. The moments that have changed my entire life, the friends that I am blessed to have met, and the pride that I feel with every waking moment of every day... These moments are truth. My truth. My memories. And it is this power of truth that keeps me going.
Thank you Phantom Regiment.
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| Ok, first of all, Jesus gave me eprops on my xanga. Seriously, that's the coolest thing ever. I love Jesus.
Yep, so I haven't updated in a while... And it's awesome. Phantom Regiment 2006 is gonna be the shit, I can't wait at all. Love it. Anyways, things have been swingin, I dig music more than ever, and generally, my life is pretty swingin. Finals comin up, then boom, Regiment camp, then boom, winter break, then BOOM HEADSHOT!!!!!!!!
...Ok, that last part was an inside joke.
More to come soon, keep checkin.... If any of you do anymore  | | |
| So, saturday we had our first party of the year in Delta Arms 8B.... Affectionately titled "Golf Pros and Tennis Hos", the party featured a keg of Moosehead and a golf specialty drink called "Arnold Palmers", which are a combo of lemonade and iced tea... Oh, and a special ingredient added by yours truly Overall, the pros here at the clubhouse of Delta Arms deemed the party a great success, even if it was a little crazy at times! We made huge profits, everyone had a blast, it was inhumanely hot, and we had security stop by a couple times, the guard officially deeming us the "loudest party in East Lansing" that night. All I can say is, Hell yes. Thanks to everyone, it was awesome and not out of control... Except for when someone cranked Kelly Clarkson. Oh well. Stay tuned for later in October, we'll have another invite to send your way.... This time maybe a bit more seasonally festive!!
Jeremy Fig
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| Just so everyone knows, I got the whole thing with my parents worked out. Had a great night, but I still have to study for an exam in 8 hours!!! | | |
| You know, I really do have to thank Xanga. Sometimes, I really just don't want to talk to anyone when I have a lot to say, and this thing is always here. It's good to know that I can share my screaming thoughts with all of you without ever really having to speak a word....
So, tonight I got into another annual battle with my parents. I say annual because this usually happens on average about once every three months, and voila, here we are again. Tonight's item of rage: cell phone text messages.
Now first of all, I recognize the fact that for three months after being warned I continued to be crazy about text messaging. In the world that we live in today, I find text messages to be useful and hilarious. After the first time my parents told me I went over my text limit, I asked them if they would consider getting a larger plan. I was on the 100 message plan, which meant I could send and recieve 100 a month without being charged. I apparently was about $25 over, at 10 cents a message. Now, considering the fact that most people our age send an average of 1,000 messages a day to people over AIM, 100 texts in a month is really not concievable.
Tonight my parents gave me another call. This time, my Dad, being the bull-headed guy he is, told me that he had cancelled my text messages since I apparently couldn't control them myself. This stemmed an issue of mine, and I tried to talk to him about a researched solution I had for him (1,000 text messages a month=$9.99). Well, Dad decided he didn't want to hear about it, and after another huge rant about how I apparently don't appreciate what I have, hung up the phone on me.
Apparently, I owe him an apology or my cell phone gets taken away.
I have so much to say right now, since a lot happened since then. I called and my mom and I talked (since dad was too angry to talk to me apparently) and the conversation turned into, as it always does, a discussion on how I have to start taking responsobility for myself and all of that other bullshit. Frankly, I'm tired of it. I don't know if any of you have this problem, but my parents always think of me as a consumer. Every time I talk to them it turns to how much I'm costing them, or what else they need to buy me, or how I need to start understanding that money isn't easy to come by. The problem is that I DO know these things. I know that I'm the luckiest kid in the world, that my sister and I are so fortunate to have parents that will support us with whatever we need. But frankly, I know what I'm doing. I'm not them. I have my own ideas, my own plans, and my own life to start thinking about. My mom told me I have to take things one step at a time and not worry about the big picture, but I don't think that's possible. I'll be on my own within three years, and frankly, my heart skips a beat every time I think about it. When that time comes, I'm not gonna be able to look to them for everything or be able to go to them to bail me out of my problems. I need to start thinking what I have to do to be as successful in my life as they have been.
I don't even know where I'm going with this, so I'm just gonna stop. I have so much more to say, but I don't know how to put all of my thoughts into writing. I've never liked it when people moped on their xanga's, so damn me for being a hypocrite. God, I wish I could say all that I have to say, this is the worst I've felt here this year. I don't think I need to apologize to my Dad, I think he needs to apologize to me. I think I have to sit down with my parents and tell them what I've always thought they've done wrong, and say sorry for all that I know I've done wrong. I want them to understand that I don't need to be threatened every time I do something wrong, and they WILL know that no matter what they say, they will NEVER stop me from coming back to Michigan State every year until I graduate.
Thank you everyone for reading, if you've lasted this long. I'm sorry if none of this made any sense, but I needed to write or something... | | |
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