Mount's Life

Hello everyone. I am assuming you are either a friend of mine, a relative, a stalker or just some schmuck who wandered in here. Whatever the case may be, these are my friends.

This is a link to my page of JEN!

The Inner Circle






Well as anyone who knows me and this page can see, I have weeded out those that I no longer have any contact with and have left only those people that I still really consider as friends. The other people who were here are mainly gone on their separate ways, and not to sound to curt about it, I don't really think about these people anymore. This isn't to say that if I met the rest that I wouldn't continue as friends, but my list is slowly shrinking as I get older. I still will always have the memories and cares of the others who were listed, but, despite commonly held sentiments, absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but rather incorporates the empty spaces left when people drift away with those spaces already allocated to others. Hence, when you're older, you have less friends, but those friends are cared for much more deeply. That's why old people stay married for so long, because their hearts are wholly given over to their spouses.

Here is a picture of a soulmate of mine who got me into 1. ska music, 2. swing music, 3. Jack Kerouac, 4. play production (which I really love now), and 5. an awesome life. Claudia Lauer happens to be one of the only people who has a real grasp on who I am as a person. She and I share pieces of our lives with each other that we tell noone else. I am proud of her, because I watched her grow over the time I have known her. She is the little sister I never had and the adopted little sister of the Inner Circle.




The next female you will see is the sister of my best friend, and one of my closest friends. Rebecca Dinger, better known as Bec, has been my friend pretty much since the first time I went home to my best friend's house. I believe I first met her and her brother while playing soccer, or was it playing Dungeons and Dragons? I am not quite sure but it was sometime in my freshman year of high school.



Now that I am pretty much through with the female members of the Inner Circle, here come the males. These are the guys that I would die to protect and which would do the same for me. Without these guys as my friends, I have no idea who I would be right this moment. We grew up together in a strange time, in a strange land called Earth. And oddly enough we all think pretty much the same thoughts at pretty much the same time.


I am gonna do a twofer on this next pic. I don't have any portraits of these guys, but I have plenty of action shots. As soon as I get more, I'll put more up. Where do I start? Chris Dinger and Kyle Hippchen are my best friends. I met Kyle first. Freshman year science class was probably one of the scariest things I ever did. Kyle, Beavis, and I were lab partners and it was scary as anything. Kyle knows everything about everything. Ask him anything about 3rd century B.C. warfare and he can tell you. Ask him about what happened in boxing history in the year 1898 and he can tell you. But ask him about literature, and you have found a moron. But seriously, without Kyle, I wouldn't have been friends with half as many people as I am now. He taught me how to be sociable and how to be an ass and proud of it. From him I learned to like sports like Nascar and golf. I found out what it was to be liked by people and not detested. Through him I became a human in my own eyes, something that I had never thought anyone would ever think of me.

And now Chris. Christopher Von Dinger and I are cut from the same mold. He and I are both lovers of mediaevalism, literature, certain types of history, fine women, good song, and lots more. I wouldn't exist right now if it weren't for Chris. We've laughed, cried, anguished, and laughed some more. We've laughed at our anguish and tears, and laughed at our own smiles. There are things that we can sit down and talk about and still laugh at, that is how funny they were. We have done some of the dumbest, strangest and absolutely, most ridiculous things known to mankind, and through it all, we have become men. If Chris were to die today, I think I would die tomorrow of a broken heart. That is how much he means to me. Our friendship is thicker than the blood we bled together on the soccer field, the laughs we enjoyed at the movies, and the tears we shed over growing up and leaving each other for our respective fields of study. (we're not gay, just as close as friends can possibly be) Now, who would have ever thought that I'd be living closer to him than ever before, at almost five years since high school? It's crazy, but I live less than 5 minutes from the big guy, and that has proven to be one of the best things to have ever happened to us. I guess I can stop now. You all get the point and I am sure I'd be pissed off at all this rambling. But seriously, Chris is my overall best friend in the whole world.
That's me, Chris, and Kyle, respectively from left to right. (cameraman's left to right, not Kyle's)


Next in line is Mister Kevin Caflin. Unfortunately, I have no pictures of him. Kevin has been an acquaintance since Boy Scouts and a friend since about sophomore year of high school. He and I became friends through the infamous "Lunch Table Bunch," as I have come to refer to ourselves. At that table we discussed everything from Einstein to Schroedinger's cat, from who was better looking Maren Conway or Michelle Hart to who was better looking Cindy Crawford or Kathy Ireland, (incidentally, girls don't take offense, we never decided between you and we did decide that Kathy takes the cake) from who wrote better books R.A. Salvatore or J.R.R. Tolkien to whose dick was bigger (like all guys). Kevin and I became notorious for being the big military types, and low and behold, we both joined up, Kevin to West Point and then an officer in the Army, and me to Norwich NROTC and an officer in the Navy.


When you add Kevin, Kyle, Chris, and myself, what do you get? The next ruling class of the world. We are the Four Horsemen, and when Kevin is absent we are the Three Musketeers. But we are the core of the Inner Circle. Without the four of us, the Inner Circle wouldn't never have been formed. (I don't like the Pentagon too much and didn't want anyone to get confused. Besides Pentagrams are widespread drawing generally associated with witchcraft and sorcery, both of which are associated with mediaeval times, which are a focus of all of our interests. The Pentagon, however, only interests two of us, since they are the ones that decide whether Kevin and I are either killed or kill other people.)
Other Friends
Here are some action shots of people.

Ding, Claud, me. I don't look like this anymore and it is obvious that I have no fashion sense here, even now. But I am A LOT FATTER and have less hair. This picture was taken during Claudia's initiation into the NHS at Belvidere High School. (Claud's a year younger than us, but acts about 30 years older than us sometimes.)



This picture is of me and a group of my friends taken during Christmas break freshman year. That would be my Christmas break, since the high schoolers were still in school. Anyway, next time we take a picture I have my Jeep to add to that collection, but it isn't red. I am the first one of our group to have a non-red Jeep. From left to right, Justin Thomas (a teacher at the high school and all around cool guy), Jason Lewandowski ([Psycho]Mike's younger brother), Me (the three of us are leaning on Thomas' jeep), Ding and Claud sitting on Claud's jeep, Jen (Brian's ex-girlfriend)leaning on Brian's big CJ-5 and Brian sitting on the hood of the same beast.



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