Right after I wrote my last entry and headed off to Public Speaking, I ran into Kendal. Kendal was one of the first friends I made at Truman. He lived next door to me freshman year and we were some of the only people in our hall who didn't drink or go to church. Of course, that's because he's my complete opposite - very conservative, very Mormon - but we got along great. After freshman year we haven't really hung out much, but we always stop and chat when we run into one another. We are going to hang out sometime this year, which should be interesting. We'll have to go on a walk for old time's sake.
He's a great guy, and I'm incredibly grateful that I had someone like him my freshman year. I was so depressed and lonely and mentally unstable that I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't become friends with him. (And Amanda, but that's another entry.)
He's getting married in January. How weird is that? I remember when he complained about never having a girlfriend and how girls always saw him as a friend and not as anything more. I always complained about the same thing, although the sentiment behind it was not necessarily the same. Jesus. When the hell did we grow up?