going sleepy bye bye.

Have to go to work in the morning…
Have to go to school in the evening….
Have to get a lobotomy.

I sit here waiting, keeping my mind occupied by thoughts of mysterious questions of the future. My mind rambles, and rolls, and then it stops; well ahead of itself might I add. As I have time to catch up, it cranks up again, leaves my comprehension in the shadows of its pondering nature.

The vice president was on talking about making Iraq an ocean. I couldn’t believe of all the things that were going on, he wanted to take a country off the map. From the buildings that fall to their core, the tangled iron, glass, and flesh. Planes that glide by every fear of people. The oxygen we breath now becomes the tainted air we kill from. Just as every child looks at the tv in amazement… “people in a box” ,they say. We see the fear of our future generations in this bludgeoning society. A culture of mixed races, religions, and beliefs. All the children are able to see is an asian kitten who could grow up to play the violin or become a teacher. They are taught at an early age to hate. They don’t even know it. Oh, I suppose one day we will look back on this era and say, “Look what religion has done to us.” But now mater how much science has prevailed. No matter how often we say god does not exist, he will still be the crutch that millions rely on to get them through a matter that was created by the beast of burden. Who knows what a decade holds for us. The evils of the world will probably get together under the hatred for the power hogs, they will then decide that the moon no longer need exist, forgetting all about the consequences. The oceans, the waves. How the vegetation of the earth, and the sea rely on the gravity of that great beacon in the night sky. How the world will change with the effects of the church-goers.

How does one respond to such a candid view into ones life? I don’t even know if it is possible for me to do it here. Or maybe, if you could pry open my head, and sift around all of the memories, and thoughts, contemplations, pictures, songs, feelings, and pains you could understand how I might feel in this situation. The words I might say, and who knows, if you dug around deep enough, you might just see the emotion I am having right now. But of course, you would be fooling yourself. It is obvious that I have been caught off guard. Not in a bad way, mind you. The same way one might be when he is speechless. Like the receival of incredibly good news. You don’t shout, you don’t jump, you just sit there with your jaw on the floor in awe of the person you admire the most.

We did indeed have the “move-in” talk. (And yes, I agree too, it is best to wait.)
But I do still wonder what is going to happen to us in the next few years, hell, in the next few months. Will you get tired of me, will you walk away? I have decided not to worry about these variables. I just don’t want to be long-term number three. But I will always remember 1236 912002

It occurs to me that maybe I am starting to update more often. I like this. It has been letting me type. Put into words the actions and feelings of this and previous days. Of course, as it is, I must talk about what happened yesterday and early this morning.

The day started off innocent enough, waking up late (11:00). Erika and I sat around the apartment for a couple of hours, surfing channels and talking when it became aparent that the drain that refused to do its job, needed to be fixed. So, off to wal*mart we go.
After perusing through the “overpriced, flamable drapery” aisle and the “too expencive but I want it anyway” aisle, we finally ended up at the “liquid for fucked up drains” aisle. Dana called us during the adventures at one of those over-worded aisles to tell us that she was finished with her photo-shoot and that we should go out to eat later that night. Not to mention, she needed to get her hair down, and left that problem for Erika to solve.
Quickly after leaving wal*mart, we headed for her grandparents house to pick up a dining room table and four chairs to go with it. Dana at this point is waiting for us to get her. We get back to the house with a truckload of clog remover, tables, chairs, and other miscellaneous housewares. Dana walks up as if she had just gotten back from a George A Romero convention. Tons of wire in her hair, and loads of make-up on her eyes.
It was decided later in the night that we meet at the Olive Garden. Dana, Heather, Erika and me that is. To our surprise, Dave Shipper was sitting at the table as well. Shocking I know. So we eat our food, Dave drinks his dinner, and walks away with a parting gift.
We all head over to papa shipps, it sucked. We didn’t even go inside, instead, we headed over to Head on the Door. A place where dirt made my ears bleed. The music was too loud to hear. My head quaked.
We walked out, and went to Gators, just in time for last call. The night was waning fast. The end was in sight. Time to say goodbye to all of the friends that had met up with us. , , , , , , .
It was a good, long, loud night. And I thank you all for being there.