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Josh Mason, July 13 1979 - July 28 2008

I just found out that an old friend of mine, Josh Mason, passed away. His memorial is on Sunday. He was just 29 years old.
This was taken at the Anything Goes cast party our senior year of high school in Josh's kitchen. I had the lead, I was Reno Sweeny, and Josh was my love interest, Sir Evelyn. We used to go into the school auditorium during our study hall and rehearse together; the two of us singing Let's Misbehave was really just too much!
Our senior year kicked ass...we had the best study hall group, ever; me, Josh, Liz Rice, Nat Cusson, and Brianna Burke. We would run into town to grab snacks, or a quick bite at the "Crash Landing" (the Mast Landing was its real name), and our conversations...they were memorable. Including one day when Josh declared he would from that day forward call his penis "Brutus".
Josh had a fading black eye in this photo...received from a nasty sucker punch in the high school parking lot. He thought the fight was over, they were cool, they were going to walk away, and the other guy (was it Ryan Flynn?) said, "Josh," and he turned around, and Ryan sucker punched him. The punch didn't leave the black eye, the mirror on the car door that Josh hit face first on his way down is what got him. He was suspended for fighting on school property and it was a HUGE struggle for the drama club advisors to get permission for him to perform in the show.
When we did Josh's make up I had to feed fishing line through the hole in his lip before we could apply his base, as he couldn't wear his piercing on stage but it was too recent to really remove, either. I remember singing on stage with him and smirking, seeing that hole in his lip with fishing line through it, and thinking how silly it looked.
God, it's funny how it all comes back to me suddenly, more than 11 years later.
Josh is the first person from my graduating high school class to pass away. We lost someone a year ahead of me, but I wasn't friends with him. I have lost plenty of friends, but Josh is the first one from high school whose funeral I will attend.
I was just talking on the phone to a mutual friend of ours, James. James found me not on myspace or facebook, but here on flickr this last year and we reconnected. We were laughing that morbid though it sounds we might finally have a high school reunion because of this. And I noted that ironically, the last time I saw Josh in person was at James's father's funeral in January of 1998. It has been a long ten years to say the least.
When James found me on flickr he gave me Josh's phone number. It's still in my cell phone...only I never called.
Now I will never have the chance.
I don't know why I didn't call, it's not that I wasn't curious how he was, or didn't want to say hi, maybe I was waiting for some epiphany to hit.
The sad truth is that I have no good reason.

And neither do any of you: never, never put off calling a friend or loved one. Or that contact in your phone? You won't ever have that chance.


I think I lost that scarf there that night, I've never seen it again. And that was the BEST SWEATER. Ever. Jantzen from the '60s. My husband shrunk it to doll size. I never forgave him and only just recently finally gave it to Goodwill where perhaps some midget will fall in love with it.
Josh handwrote on the back of this photo in bright blue ink, "why the fuck does everyone congregate in the kitchen?" which is another random memory to come to me since hearing about his death.

3/4/09

This is a part of my mini series, Dove Chocolate Promises. I collect these foil wrappers and plan on covering my whole wall with them by the end of the year. I decided to start my first one today with Brett, since he came over. After a billion tries and weird positions, we finally got a good picture. I bet you can't even tell it's photoshopped. :)


Today was blahhhhh. The school part at least. My Algebra class learned that on Monday we were doing everything wrong. It was sort of a difficult concept to grasp, but I think I get it. I just don't understand the point of it all. In P.E., we talked about religion, and that was nice. In English, our teacher gave us a list of 11 statements and she wanted us to write whether we agreed or disagreed with each one and why, Our discussion got pretty heated because some ignorant guy in our class was being...ignorant and stupid. I went running after school today and good golly my thighs hurt really bad. :( I want to start running on a regular basis though because I need to stay healthy. Brett got here around 4:20, right after I found out that Hobby Lobby DOES NOT WANT ME. I'm so sad. :( My parents don't want me working in food, and Brett says not to work at Kroger. NOR DO I WANT TO. I'll try JC Penney or Palais Royal or something. I'm not giving up. I'm going to apply at so many places until I find a freakin JOB. I need to start saving up for my car, my lens, my acoustic guitar, and not to mention i want to put money aside if I ever REALLY need something. But anyways, Brett and I lounged around for a bit and then headed to church around 6:50. I wish more people wanted to go to our church camp, Big Stuf, because it's such a cool church. I wish it was still how it was in the summer before...8th or 9th grade when EVERYONE went. :/ But yeah after church Adam, Cece Chris, Caleb, Brett, and I went to Chick Fil A to eat because the pizza place our church was at is NASTAY. We talked about Sponge Bob, just like we did last time we were at Chick Fil A. Bahahaha and there were these two girls in the play place directly to my right and I made a creepy ass stalker face at them and then they started cracking up! They would hide and then come out only to see me making the face again hahaha. I love children sometimes. Everyone left around 8:40 so Brett and I came back to my house. I uploaded my picture for the day, and he left around 9:15. And I am not even sad! That's a real record for me. I've been unusually happy and outgoing lately. It's weird, but I wish I was like this all the time.