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[06 Jan 2012|09:28pm]
So where did we leave off? OH, right, I was discussing my preperations for the Christmas season and the fact that Bre and I were going to be going to Ireland to celebrate with her family. ALSO, we were going to go back up to our old stomping grounds to relive the past at William and Mary, as well as enjoy the sights, sounds, and fireworks of the Grand Illumination. I have to admit that this past month was easily one of the greatest of my life, it makes me a little sad to even say things like that with the time being so close to dad's passing, but I think he would've enjoyed that I'm actually having a good time and that I'm enjoying my life instead of focusing on the negative and the bad that has happened before. In reality, I was so depressed for so long before dad died, I masked my emotions well, I was able to keep a straight face when I sat up at night with him or when I was talking to my sisters, but in reality I was a wreck. I was constantly drinking, I was rarely in my own head, but I began to realize slowly this wasn't how I was suppose to be living my life, I got myself back on track, and that's when I ran into Bre, right on the edge of me coming back to life, I ran into the woman I wanted to be my wife, and in reality the only person I ever saw spending my life with...it's funny how the world threw us back together, and how we wound up getting back together again. I talked to my old college roommate, the only person that I talked to about what exactly had happened between Bre and I and why we broke up, needless to say he wasn't thrilled we were back together, but he pretended to be happy for me...which I appreciated.

My father's lessons taught me one thing, don't live with regret, don't live in fear, don't give up on the things you want, so it was with that thought in mind and through out the holidays that I was considering doing something drastic for Christmas. We had considered with spending the holiday just the two of us on a beach somewhere, but the more I thought on it, the more I thought it would be better if we went to Ireland to visit her family. I wanted to see them, it had been a long time, but most of all I wanted to talk to her father because I knew I wouldn't have many opportunities to do so, this was my one chance to really have a face to face chat with the man. I wanted to marry his daughter, so there for I needed his permission, I wasn't about to just go off the reservation and not do the gentlemanly thing and let the man know that I was planning on asking his daughter to be my bride. So we boarded a plan for one of the longest vacations that I was going to have, because if it all turned on it's side then it would've been the most awkward holiday of my entire life!

The actual morning that I spent with her father was easily one of the most nerve wracking moments of my life, though Mr Sullivan just sat there as calm as can be, I think he had a feeling that I was going to ask him something important, because we just sat on the back porch, I was clutching a cup of coffee and letting the words run through my head. Before I could even pose the question or enter into the conversation, I could just hear the gruff voice to my right, "Speak your mind, son" he said, and my lips to Gods ear, he was laughing about it, he just knew. It was a little bit easier after that, I explained my plans for the future, explained where I thought we were going, and how the past had made us stronger, how no matter where I would go in life I wanted Bre to be by my side, because the last few years without her had been torture. He didn't tease me, didn't leave me hanging, listened to what I had to say and then stood up, squeezed my shoulder and told me he had only one condition if I was going to ask her while we were in Ireland, that it had to be at Christmas dinner, he wanted the family to be there. I had plans for where I wanted to ask her, and this threw a wrench in the gears a little bit, but for what he was asking I didn't see a problem in tweaking my plans, it was a small request and I could see why they wanted to be there for the moment, I was happy to oblige.

The morning of Christmas arrived and my presents for Bre and her family, while not over the top phenomenal, they all liked because I knew them, I knew what they wanted, or what would make them smile, and seeing that really made my Christmas, but it wasn't until later that the day was complete. There are so many people in the Sullivan family that show up for Christmas that it got to the point where they decided to start going out for dinner, there's only but so many people that can fit into the house, so it was with that that we wound up at a table with her family. We watched Bre's brother a little bit, with his daughter, his wife, and how happy they were, just a nice little family. That is something that Bre and I both want one day, a nice little family to call our own, a house, a home, a yard where the kids can play, and just the way we smiled at each other I knew that this was the right time. I asked Bre to marry me, her father knew it was going to happen, her mother...not so much. It was a secret between men and we wanted to keep it that way, a surprise for everyone. I failed the last time I wanted to ask Bre to marry me, I didn't go through with it and I regret that, this time it didn't take courage, it didn't take a heart felt speech or written words of poetry. It was simple, it was honest, I asked her to marry me.





...OH, for those who are wondering, she said yes.
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001 - It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas.... [28 Nov 2011|01:26pm]
Christmas is just around the corner and in all honesty I'm pretty pumped for the holiday, I have quite a few reasons behind it and we'll get into that but I'm also gonna have to explain, or probably not, the reason why I'm not that excited about it. Since dad had passed life has been a little tough but I also decided to take a page out of the playbook he had been using the last year of his life, why live with regret and why let sadness and depression dominate how we live our lives? He worked his ass off for years, he did everything by the book, and when he found out his life was going to be cut short he lived it up until his dying breath and I look into his eyes and saw no regret for the way he lived his life. I miss him terribly this holiday season, but at the same time I'm not going to sit here and cry about how unfair it was that his time was cut short, he's a happy man and I know he'd be happy with how things are going with everyone down here. Mom, my sisters, and I are all living for today and it's with that in mind that I'll continue to smile, and on Thanksgiving that we spent our time together and kept things light and smiled. Yeah, there was discussions about dad, and the way he would cut the turkey, pass out during football, and we would go outside with our cousins and what not and play two hand touch, but that didn't stop the game from being played, we did it for his honor and memory. I also think that's why mom stepped up the wedding talk with Bre, it's been plainly obvious from both my mom and from her parents that they want us to be together and that they don't see why were wasting time. We just got back together, we're taking this at our own pace, and I couldn't be happier about that.

This is usually the time of year where I'm happiest, true there was a spell for a year or two where I was pretty down, but to be quite honest with you I've always enjoyed the winter and the Christmas season. I remember when I was in college they had this thing in Colonial Williamsburg called the Grand Illumination, it was the big kick off and countdown to Christmas, it was always done about two or three weeks away from when Christmas finally got here. The entire colonial part of the town would be packed, street vendors, lights, choirs, and the occasional street preacher damning all he can see...but that guy we usually walked past because it was buy the old mansion where you wanted to be. At I believe it was either 8 or 9 they would have this HUGE fireworks display, I mean it lit up the night sky and everyone would be packed in together, hundreds if not a thousand people all looking towards the night sky with hope, with joy, with hearts FILLED of the Christmas spirit. It was my freshman year of college the first time we went to go see this, it was right before finals, Bre convinced me to go because I was stressing myself out so bad and that I need to do something to get my mind off of my finals. I remember standing there so close to her, the two of us packed together with the rest of the bodies of the hundreds around us. At the end of the fireworks I asked her out....the rest is history....Hey Bre, wanna go back to Williamsbrug for the Grand Illumination this year?

It's been decided that were going to go somewhere for Christmas, something that I haven't done in a long time and in all honesty I'm a little intimidated about doing. My passport is caught up and Bre and I are going to be going to Ireland to visit her family for the winter holidays, we thought it would be a really good idea, one I'm pretty excited about. I'd gone to Ireland on two separate occasions to meet her parents and I love them, they are really amazing people. Though apparently long before we got together, Bre's parents were on her about why we weren't back together and married by now, it kinda makes me chuckle just how similar our parents are, despite the fact that they had only met once, and the physical features of the two sets were completely different, what truly made them unique and who they were was so similar it was like looking into a mirror. Hopefully the holidays will pass without too much incident, I don't think it will, but it will definitely be a change from spending my days at home in South Carolina with our family traditions for Bre and her family's....but it's something I really am looking forward to!

My mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas this year, I don't know why she keeps getting us presents, were all at the point where were happy with our lives and there's not a lot we can think of that we truly want or need that we can't get for ourselves. Then again, isn't that the point of Christmas? Doing something for our fellow man, whether it's helping them with a problem, helping them make it through the tough times, but at the same time I don't know what to tell her I want. I have an amazing girlfriend, I have some good friends, I have an amazing family, I can pay my bills and I have a job that I really wouldn't trade for anything in this world....so what can I say that I want for Christmas? A pony? A scholarship set up in my honor? A guy in the White House who isn't out for his party and the non-common man's best interest? I really can't say. I would like for everyone to enjoy their holiday, I know that much, and even though there's still 27 days till Christmas, I do hope it's a merry one!


Some of my holiday favorites are linked in this update HAHAHAHA!
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Taken from Marshall's Recent AP Article.... [17 Oct 2011|09:37pm]
For those who've been following my articles over the recent years you know that I can get a bit personal in these, I tend to ramble a bit before I go on to my reviews, and I'd like to thank all of those who continue to e-mail me and give me their feedback, without you guys I think I might be a little lost right now. With that being said I'm going to get a little bit personal with you once again, recently my father passed away. He was diagnosed with an illness about eight months ago, and for six of those months he spent his life traveling the world living out each day like it was his last and spending each night with the woman he loved. It is with him in mind that I'd like to say that while my father has passed on to the next life, he lived each day to it's fullest and one of the last things he said to me was that he would never regret this life. There were other things said and feelings and thoughts shared, but those are too personal for me to be writing about in this particular article. I know you're expecting me to go into my usual music reviews of recent albums, but the great people I work for are giving me some leeway this month, instead of writing about different albums, though you can find my reviews on the website, this months article is going to be a dedication to my father, Robert Thomas. I'm going to share with you my favorite tribute songs, not necessarily funeral songs, though quite a few of them are known for being written for friends, family, what have you, that have passed on to the next. Some are recent, some are old, and some are pretty obvious, while others you may not have heard of, lets get started shall we!

Saves the Day - At Your Funeral: I think this is easily one of the more obvious choices that I could've made. I've always been big into pop punk and Saves the Day to me is one of the pioneers of the genre, though bands today have taken it in their own direction. This was STD's big splash into the main stream. I don't know what it is about the song, it was one of the first I listened to after I left my parents house the day of my fathers death, and the words And at your funeral I will sing the requiem. I'd offer you my hand, it would hurt too much to watch you die just seemed to be on repeat in my head.

Dropkick Murphys - Going Out in Style: When dad found out he was sick he was bound and determined to go to Boston for Saint Paddy's, something he had never done and something he always wanted to do, so I went with him, it was our bonding trip and when he told me about what was going on. Part of the trip was going to see the Murphys at their annual St Pats show in Boston, we were able to get backstage and we met the band and dad drank with them for awhile (Al Barr and Ken Casey....if you read this, it was one of the best days of his life, thank you!). During the show they played a few new songs that came out on their recent album Going Out In Style and this one hit home with dad, he said this is what led him to want to keep himself going and to do all the things he always wanted to do. "Son," he'd say to me, "if I'm on my way out the door, I'm going out in style!"

Pennywise - Bro Hymn (Tribute): While the song was written long before the suicide of original bassist Jason Thirsk, it was rerecorded for Full Circle and was dubbed Bro Hymn (Tribute), the entire album being done in honor of their fallen friend and bandmate. I really don't think this song needs too much explanation on why it's on the list, listen, enjoy, and remember those who have fallen at the hands of drug or alcohol abuse. Most importantly, be there for those who are still suffering through it all.

Social Distortion - When The Angels Sing: I would really like to pick Mike Ness' brain about this particular song, after listening to his early works and everything he's done in his career, this is easily in my top five favorite songs by Social D. It's classic D, but at the same time it makes me sit, listen and ponder mortality and how I feel about everything and how I want my own funeral to be. Listening to it recently though, I've tried to put myself in my fathers shoes, and in all honesty this song reminds me of him, especially the line Stand up strong/Feel the pain/When the angels sing. I know a lot of his pain had to be excruciating, and how he was able to endure it for months on end leaves me in awe of just how strong of a man he was.

Relient K - Deathbed: I think this is honestly the surprise of all of the songs that I could've picked to conclude this article, but in all honesty there is no other way to sum it up than this song. Deathbed is the perfect song, hauntingly beautiful, incredible piano playing, and it starts from the beginning of a mans life to it's very end. My father was a religious man, a very devote Catholic and was rarely not in church on Sunday mornings. He had never heard of Reliant K, but for some reason I think he'd like this song.

I'd like to thank everyone for taking the time to read this even though there's nothing really new about this article. The funeral service has already taken place and I know by the time this hits the shelves I'll be trying to push on with my life and surviving and taking it one day at a time. I'd like to thank my friends and family, who I know are going to be more and more important as the days go on, and I'd like to thank the bands listed here and a ridiculously long list of bands that I continue to listen to on a daily basis for helping pull me out of the funk that started when I moved back home to South Carolina to be with my family during the hardest month of our lives. I've fallen behind but I promise you'll have reviews coming up on the website for quite a few albums that have come out recently including Neighborhoods by Blink 182, and Is for Karaoke by Reliant K. Thanks for taking the time, and I'll see you guys next month!

- Marshall
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[07 Sep 2011|08:30pm]

Basic Info
Name: Marshall Ian Thomas
Nicknames: Marsh, Mit, Ink
Birth date: February 12th, 1984
Age: 27
Profession: Writer for Alternative Press
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Charleston, SC
Parents: Robert and Suzanne Thomas
Siblings: 2 older sisters



Random Info
Car: 2006 Pontiac G6
Pets: None
Hobbies: Writing, listening to music, playing guitar
Languages: English, Italian, Latin


Facts
~ Marshall Thomas was born on February 12th, much to his mother's delight so she would be out of the hospital by the time Valentine’s Day rolled around. Marshall is the youngest of three siblings, having two older sisters (Jessica and Alexandra). His father worked at the steel mill and his mother worked at Wal-Mart. Despite that his family really didn't have a lot of money growing up, they all had their needs met and were a relatively happy family, though they all had their quarrels at times.

~ Throughout most of Marshall’s childhood his parents were worried about him, he was a quiet boy and would be found more often than not sitting in a corner drawing or coloring something when there were other boys around to play with as well. Despite this growing concern at how much of an introvert Marshall was, his parents did what they could for him, even just getting him books to read and coloring books so he could continue to draw. Eventually Marshall would grow out of his shell and wind up making friends and playing with the other kids, but no matter how long they waited, he continued to be a very quiet boy and took to spending most of his time by himself rather than with other people.

~ It took a long time for Marshall to form his own identity, though he was the only son in the Thomas family his sisters had out shown him from the very beginning, Jessica being quite the intelligent one and Alexandra being an athlete. Both were outgoing and happy children and well into their teenage years, which left Marshall very little to make himself independent of his sisters fame in school. As he grew up he was continually quiet and decided to keep the company of very few people, but it was in those people that he trusted everything from his desire to become a writer to feeling inadequate as a son since he really had no interest in cars and sports like his father did, though he did his best to help his father and try and be a little like him.

~ Despite Jessica's exemplary performance throughout high school in the world of academics, by the time Marshall made it to high school he was outshining her, making teachers happy to have him in his class, enjoying someone who actually enjoyed to study. It wasn't hard for Marshall to become top of his class. At the end of his years in high school he was valedictorian, editor of the school newspaper and yearbook, and had ghostwritten the speeches for the salutatorian and the principal.

~ It took a long time for Marshall to sort through his college mail and to figure out where exactly he was going to go, a part of him considered leaving the state and going elsewhere but he knew that his parents couldn’t afford the tuition even with the scholarships that he was being offered. He decided to leave the state, he opted to go to William & Mary in Williamsburg, VA. It was his final decision that he wanted to become a writer, but he knew that his major was going to be in journalism, he wanted to be a reporter, an editor at some point in his life, but for the start he wanted to work for a newspaper.

~ It was during freshman orientation when he finally got to be in college that he met the girl that would wind up being his college sweetheart, (open) was his first true love, though he had gone out with girls in high school, there was absolutely no one in this world like (open). They hit it off, and for the first three months they knew each other Marshall watched her from afar as other guys vied for her affections but none seemed to really get her attention. It was right before they were going to leave for winter break that Marshall worked up the nerve to ask her out, and while he envisioned this moment time and time again, in none of these fantasies did he ever think that she would say yes. Reality finally set in, and he found himself on a date a few days later with the woman he had thought about from the moment he met her.

~ During the summers away from school when he wasn’t spending time with (open), he was interning with the Daily Press in Richmond, he wanted to learn about the newspaper industry early so that way he knew this was what he wanted. He found that it wasn’t as glorious as he worked it out in his mind, but still his ideals never changed and what he wanted with the rest of his life never changed. It was during this time that he moved out of his parent’s house, getting an apartment in Richmond where he lived with (open). He was a happy man going into his final year of college and he really couldn’t see how this wasn’t going to be the year of his life.

~ Once again Marshall found himself graduating at the top of his class, with job offers from three different newspapers, he was set to stay in Richmond to work for the Times-Dispatch and much to his pleasure, (open) had decided to take a job as a staffer for a local state delegate. After another two years of the two living together, Marshall decided it was time to take the next step in his life. He asked (open) out to dinner with him, with the weight of the ring heavy in his pocket, he was about to kneel and ask for her hand in marriage, it was at that moment that she decided to confess her sins, she had been having an affair with the state delegate, and she wanted to break things off with him. It was the hardest day of his life; it also started Marshall on a bit of a downward spiral.

~ Marshall threw himself into work the minute he found himself alone; it was a hard thing for him to go through because for years now he had (open) with him at every moment for nearly six years. Now that things were turning, he only spent another six months living in Richmond and working for the Times-Dispatch. Despite everything that was going on in his personal life, he had found out that his father had gotten sick, so with that in mind he decided to leave Richmond and move back home to South Carolina. Now he's writing for the Sun News, living close to his parents in Myrtle Beach.

~ Marshall has very few vices, he doesn’t drink as much as a lot of people thought that he would after things ended with (open) but he has found himself to be an avid smoker, on more than one occasion he has tried to quit, but no attempt has yielded any type of success. Regardless of this, Marshall has never tried drugs and drinks sparingly, and when he does get drunk he winds up turning into a weepy little bastard. Besides writing, he is an avid reader, and is more than slightly obsessed with music, having learned to play the guitar over the last few years to fill up the mean time.

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