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| Trey's Quarterly (or so) UpdateFor the first time in several months, I got a legitimate itch to write in the Xanger. The reason being, obviously, Emily. For those of you who haven't heard (or heard, but just don't care), I have a girlfriend. She's basically the most amazing thing in my life right now.
From the first second we talked, we just clicked. You hear people talk about "chemistry" in relationships, and, to quote The Spill Canvas, the chemistry between us could destroy this place. We've told each other things we couldn't bear to divulge to anyone else, we've been places together that would arouse a potent uncomfortableness with anyone else, and we've already seen the darkest, deepest depths of each other's souls, yet we see a mutuated beauty in it.
Every other girl I've ever been with has put up some kind of act; a mask of sorts. They've watched who they were, what they said, and always tried to keep their best foot forward. I used to ignore the fact that I was infatuated with a fas sad and keep trodding through the relationship, in a daze of self-inflicted ignorance and blatant disregard for the obvious.
With Emily, I feel like, for the first time, someone has not only seen who I really am, but let me see who they truly are. They see me as a person, not as a lone perfection in a society of the blemished. I know Emily's flaws -- I know what gets her down, what weighs on her conscience. I have full disclosure of her indelible mortality, yet I find her more beautiful than any girl I ever deemed "perfect".
The truth is, there is no "perfect". With our mortality, we inherit shortcomings and inconvenient chinks in our collective armor. What I realize now is that, in our subliminal, lifelong search for someone right, the flaws are just as important and just as much a factor as the good things about them.
Emily's hand just fits in mine; literally and figuratively. Here's a song I just wrote to get some of it on paper:
"Of Every Thought, the One That Rings Most Truly (Home)"
Oh, I’ve read, I’ve con-tem-plated A lifetime’s worth of songs Yeah, I’ve heard more lines, Choruses, hooks, hap-hazard rhymes Than my mind’s abacus can stand I know now that they all fall short, They can’t ever describe The music in your smile, The melody in your heart (It holds it so dear) Now darling, consider this my diary My soul’s open book – the truth
Bridge Of all the truths_______ My heart could whisper to you None could ever mean, Oh, they’d all fall short
Chorus Your ar__________rms Your arduous embrace Always finds a way Oh, I’ve never been down this road But it seems like It’s takin’ me home That look in your eyes Takes me home Yeah, you take me home
Verse 2 Your seat was a little warm ‘Cause obscurities recently held your place Now I see, my dear, That my heart’s posterity Was a cold, cold lie (to myself) I’ve read, Smiled at their veneers; Caring for smoke and mirrors To tell the truth, it was awkward, I balked at That inherent fact I convinced myself that they were you But today, I’m awake You’re in my perfect place Every time, oh every line Just seems to rhyme, and It’s so_____ natu-ral So natural
Chorus Your ar__________rms Your arduous embrace Always finds a way Oh, I’ve never been down this road But it seems like It’s takin’ me home That look in your eyes Takes me home Yeah, you take me home
Verse 3 Our hands, our lips Oh so beautifully fit Like in a past life, you and I were Puzzle pieces____, yesterday rejoined Yeah, I’m an oddly shaped old toy block (Just another ridiculous metaphor) And you’re the only soul In which my shape so fits Oh you’re like the comfort Of my favorite pillow, restin’ on my be____d The only place where I was ever meant To rest my hungry head You’re the place I always seem to find
Chorus Your ar__________rms Your arduous embrace Always finds a way Oh, I’ve never been down this road But it seems like It’s takin’ me home That look in your eyes Takes me home Yeah, you take me home
Bridge You’re_________ So_________ Right_________ A gorgeous, smilin’ answer To my humblest of prayers You’re so___ right [echo 3x] Where you are is Where I’m supposed to be Chorus Your ar__________rms Your arduous embrace Always finds a way Oh, I’ve never been down this road But it seems like It’s takin’ me home That look in your eyes Takes me home Yeah, you take me home
[Repeat]
Trey Jensen, 5/1/07
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| Wow, this thing still exists. Amazing.
I figure the Xanger deserves an update, and I plan on using all 5 minutes I have left until I leave for work to do so. The biggest development in the world of Trey is on the educational front; I won't be going to UT next semester. And no, I won't be going to MTSU or Harvard (no matter how much they beg me) either.
So, that leaves Trey working two jobs (Assistant Manager at both GameStop and McAlister's Deli) at a grand total of 50-55 hours per week.
Obviously, I'll be in Franklin for a good while. You high school kids feel free to take advantage of this. As for you college kids....errr, adults, I don't envy you in the least.
God bless.
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Wow, what a weekend. I distinctly recall thinking to myself
on Thursday, "I'm really not going to have anything to do this weekend
outside of work". I was wrong, to say the least.
1) My truck is no more. As I got off of 840 onto 65, the
thing started smoking more than a Grateful Dead concert and making noises that
I'll be glad to imitate for you if you really care. I pulled off the side of
the road, called mommy like a good little boy should, and she arrived with my Granddad
in tow not too much later. He used to be a mechanic for a living, and he
somehow seems to revel in dealing with a car in distress. We added oil to it
and took it to the next exit, which just happened to be one of those
trucker-paloozas with a car shop, a convenience store that sold such
necessities as Confederate flags, shirts with Confederate flags, shot glasses
with Confederate flags, and CB radios with Confederate flags, along with a
diner that looked like it served every dish with a side of incomprehensible
Southern gibberish and nicotine. In retrospect, I probably remember it in such
a negative light because my car was a step short of exploding. The whole place
was rather entertaining, and I got a good self-imposed tour of it as I waited
the hour or so for the wrecker to take his sweet time to haul my beleaguered
F-150 to wherever it needed to go.
Me - (After noticing what the wrecker was driving)
"Hey, he's got an F-550. He's got 400 more than me."
Dad - "400 more what?"
Me - "I don't know, but he's got 400 more of it."
Okay, at least I thought it was funny. Anyway, the next
morning, mechanic #2 said that the rod had broken off from the head of the gear
shaft and gone completely through the housing of my engine. I still have no
idea what that means, but I understand 100% of what he said next: it needed a
new engine, and that would be about $3,000. Needless to say, Trey is now car-less.
2) As a result of my lack of transportation, I had to quit
my job. I need to get a new car, but I can't get money to get one unless I
work. I can't work because I don't have a car. I suppose I'll just have to work
somewhere within walking distance when I get to Knoxville.
3) The BP/Mapco hybrid, which I have dubbed Brimapitish
Petroleco, sells huge hunting knives which are displayed in a case right next
to the registers. I was planning on buying one and robbing the store with it.
Not because I wanted to, of course. In fact, I would hate doing it. The fact
is, they're just asking for it. I'd give the money back and apologize right
after, but I'd make sure they learned a lesson.
Honestly, what big Mapritish Cotroleum executive decided
that would be a good idea? That's like if some high schools started replacing
their Coke machines with pipe bomb vending machines and selling AK-47s in their
bookstores. That's on the same level as going to an Endangered Species exhibit
at a zoo and being given a free complimentary crossbow. They're just asking for
it.
4) Jonathan Crompton is the real deal. Seriously, he
impressed the heck out of me, and I'm usually the first one to jump on a UT
player's back if he's underperforming. He's got outstanding instincts in the
pocket, and he pulled some Houdini-esque escapes from it when he felt the pressure
coming. Remember the play when an LSU D-back tried to pop Crompton when he was
running straight up the gut, and JC proceeded to run him over, get tackled,
then get up and let him know about it? It's that kind of attitude and
athleticism that Ainge just doesn't bring to the table. Now, Ainge should still
be the starter, as JC still makes the typical freshman mistakes, i.e. staring
down his receivers and getting a little too antsy when no one is open after his
5-step drops. The chemistry he showed with Meachem was impeccable and his deep
ball was absolutely terrific. I can't wait to see how good this guy is going to
be in a couple of years.
5) God is freakin' awesome. When the truck broke down, I had
crossed into the area where I get cell phone service not 15 seconds before
that. If it had happed a minute earlier, who knows what I would have done? He's
also calmed my heart. I've been asking Him to keep me focused on Him, and He's
done just that. I'm completely free from what was upsetting me before and I've
been able to refocus my priorities and get my life pointed back in a direction
that will lead me to Him.
6) Its the 5th of November. Go watch "V For
Vendetta". If you find yourself wondering something like "What does
the date have to do with that movie?", then you need to watch it twice.
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| I got accepted to UT today. Sweet.
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| Yep. The fraternity is no more.
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