The amount of posts I'm making in so little time is ridiculous.

Right now I'm listening to Goddess Bound, by Protest the Hero. And I realize how much I miss a very awesome person. His name is Will. Will Martin. He has a blog @ IwonderWhatwillsUpto.blogspot.com, which you should probably read, but this isn't an advertisement. It's a serious thing. I met Will when I was in 7th grade at quite possibly the greatest school in the world, BFCCPS. The first thing I heard when I reached the top floor wearing undoubtedly a t-shirt with some fart joke on it, and with my favorite Pink Floyd hat stowed into my backpack, the very first thing I heard was: "I went and saw SNAKES ON A PLANE over the summer. THAT'S what I did." I felt comforted. I felt awesome'd. The quote was later credited to my friend Timmers.



Later that day, on my way to Recess, I saw Tim shouting at me with some random fat dude, also shouting at me. The fat dude's name was Will. I started talking to the two, I was in a musical with both of them, experienced the wonder of something called Tenacious D with them, and stumbled my way through central district chorus with them. And Will was always right there, being awesome, giving me lady advice, and one day, moving to Africa.



Yes, Africa.



Moving there.



I found out about this terrible, terrible thing at a play rehearsal for Oklahoma. Mrs. Babineau, Will, and I were speaking in praise of Will's powerful mane, when Will said "I might have to cut it off for Africa." I was pumped. I asked him if he was taking a vacation/safari there. He said no. Will was moving to another continent, almost before I had really gotten to know him. He said, "Don't worry about it man, it's gonna be in a year." I calmed myself, thinking a year is enough.



His departure came too quickly for all of us. In the summer after 7th grade, Will moved to Quebec to learn French. We threw a going away party for him. I wrote a song and cried. Will still visited America once in awhile, which was pretty ballin'.



About a year after that, in summer, Will came back to America for the final time. We spent our last hours together in North America watching Lord of the Rings and playing fortress. We discussed the possibilities of Will staying here in America. There weren't any. Will left for Africa, and I haven't seen him since. I miss him. A lot.



"How about the power to kill a yak from 200 yards away...with MIND BULLETS?!? That's telekineses, Kyle. How about the power...to move you?"