Tuesday, February 20, 2007
"I'm 23, on the verge of spontaneous combustion" Really, I'm 23, trying to remember where 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, and 22 have gone. I'm not totally sure what Mr. Boyd meant by the verge of spontaneous combustion. It may mean he was ready to burst on the music scene. It may mean he was angry and on the brink of kickin' some ass. The answer may lie within the next line, "woe is me."
I'm still working on what it means to me, check the poem page this week to see what I came up with.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I saw Smoking Aces tonight with JR and Melly. It was awesome. Really good story. Loved the transitions and music. I kind of explained it to my mom like this- they a mobster movie and jacked it up for our generation, by adding loud music, tattoos, mow-hawks, strong women, and lots of shooting. It was good, highly recommended. I gave it an A in my list to the right.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Anyway, this girl named Corinne Bailey Rae performed with some other guy and John Mayer. She was just awesome. I ran to the computer and bananaed her album. I'm listening to it right now, and I really like it. I like the song "Like a star". It is mellow. It's kinda R&B. I don't really listen to that stuff much, but right now I'm just chillin, I'm not trying to get pumped up for something like work. I need Incubus, Nonpoint, or 30STM for that.
The Wings kick ass! Can't wait for the playoffs. I hope I control my drinking better than I did when the Tiggers were in the playoffs. I am sure I will.
I've worked 11 days straight and I not complaining or anything, I'm just ready, really ready for tomorrow 1pm to arrive.
I am going to watch the wing game tonight and just relax. Nice. I only slept like three or fours last night. All of the sugar from the peanut butter cookies I made had my head rolling like I had taken some X and went to a rave. Does anyone have any extra glow sticks and knee pads?
ps - I want to buy a new bike this spring, and i want to ride the damn thing til my legs fall off. Yep, that's what I want right now. Maybe some tuna casserole as well.
Friday, February 9, 2007
something happened at the corner of Bluebird & Huntington
this event took place this evening
you weren’t there to witness it
only He was there while I was singing
the house lit ahead of me
the tree outside tried to hear
but my Ford locked in my vocals
like holding back tears
I just belted out the words I knew
exclaimed the lyrics and exhaled with expression
there’s no concert scheduled for me
these shows just keep me out of depression
so, something happen at the corner of Bluebird & Huntington
no one except Me and God witnessed this episode
I know you didn’t watch
the Nielsen ratings said so
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Stay next to me sweet lover,
close your arms around me.
We won't be alone anymore,
I won't attempt to flee.
Just let your breath out slow,
keep your skin next to mine.
Lean in and give these lips a kiss.
Don't worry, everything will be fine.
Monday, February 5, 2007
eat out the cookie jar
don't let society dictate
what your instinct says
mow down those cookies
and care about your health later
if veggies were your thing
you'd be green not blue
your blue represents an emotion
an emotion that is strong
when one needs to eat cookies
needs to eat them by the hand full
Went to a movie with the guys. Good to see and spend time with Shelson. It had been way to long since I had stepped into the theater. Watched Sarah B. get a bit intoxicated for her B-Day. It was a good time.
Finished watching Season One of Scrubs with Matt Dude and PW. Looking forward to Season Two.
Worked the first three days of my twelve days in a row streak. So far it hasn't been uber busy, but tomorrow is gonna be crazy for sure. Bev rocks!
Came home Sunday to a clean APT thanks to my weekend roomates Matt Dude and PW. Thanks again. Drank way to much pop, and when I say pop I mean pop. Super Bowl was entertaining. I want more Gaffigan and Siera Mist commercials.
Now I'm going to catch up on some much needed sleep.
Friday, February 2, 2007
Please note that The Good Things are In The Middle!
This little diddy has to do with the picture of what I am dreaming about today.
What's a boy suppose to do?
wanting to waste away
pining to pick my place
groaning for green space
getting sore of gray slush
patience in me isn’t plush
Just go away winter
just get here spring
just bring in summer
before anyone here falls