Friday, December 14, 2007

Goodbye Nate

"And here's a question for you. What are you going to do in a few weeks when I move out? How are you going to survive without my keen sense of humor?"

"I specifically remember asking you a question as well. Thanks for forgetting me already. Just cause I am moving out in 2 days doesn't mean you can forget me before I leave. Ass."

Those are quotes from Nathan James Copier.  And he wonders why I don't care that he's leaving.  

Nate, it rhymes with great.  I found that out the first day I met him. 

I locked my keys in my room.  Nate, being so great, drove me to the key getting place.  He didn't care that I had happened to lock my shirt in my room along with my key.  He accepted me for who I was, shirt or no shirt.  He even offered me the shirt off his back.  Something I found odd as he had a whole closet full of other shirts.  That's just the kind of guy Nate is though.  He'd give you the shirt off his back, even though he has plenty of other shirts that he is not wearing.  I declined his offer.  I didn't need no stinkin' shirt.  The offer was greatly appreciated though.

That's the first time that I learned how great Nate is.  That's also the last time.  I've spent the last year and then some trying to find other things that make him so great.  I've found nothing.  It's not from lack of trying.  I've tried, I just haven't found anything.  Here is some examples. 

The time Nate snapped the football to me, missed and hit the light fixture above my head, sending thousands of pieces of sharp jagged glass down on my head, not great.  

Nate keeping me up until 5 am to play NCAA football on the Playstation, only he'd never give me the ball because I sucked, not great.  

The time I waited for hours for Nate to play at Po Bev, then he only played one song, not great.  

Those are just a few of the times I've looked for Nate's greatness, unsuccessfully.  I could give many more examples, but the guy is graduating and leaving.  No need to rain on his parade.  

He's going to be missed, but luckily his replacement, Jordan Stone, is quickly moving in.

Yeah, he's not Nate, but maybe he's close.  Sure Jordan can't sing, can't play the guitar, isn't as good at Guitar Hero, can't dance, doesn't yell loudly, doesn't say non-sensical and often  times hilarious things when mad, can't give official tours of campus, doesn't play volleyball, never worked at Lagoon and most importantly isn't as tall.  But Jordan makes up for those shortcomings with what he does have, a car that doesn't smell like smoke and it has a bumper.  Jordan is also going to live with us.  We're going to see him more than just once a week when he drives to Logan to visit, unlike Nate.  

The only problem I see with Nate's replacement is that his name doesn't rhyme with anything.  The only thing I can come up with is, Jordan, at least he isn't Gordan.  But Nate, Nate rhymes with great.  And in my book, that's all you need to be great.  





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