Hallelujahs everywhere!
No more apologies for my extreme lack of writing here. I sit down at my computer every so often and think about how I would love to just take some time to write an entry, spend a few minutes of my life trying to focus on my life... But I never do. I get too caught up in the rest of my life to stop and think. And for that I have no apologies. (Though I'm not even sure whom I'd be apologizing to anyway...)
I don't think Thanksgiving break could come any sooner. (Okay... I take that back. I could definitely come sooner.) A much needed break for sure, as they always are. I'm so on the brink of figuring out what's wrong with me. It's pretty exciting. Only a few more weeks of torturous, mind-boggling life worries and I think I'll have it all figured out. (I can only hope.)
Is it a bad thing when you want to turn around and jab someone in the face? My conscience is telling me no. Boy how I hate that stupid voice.
Okay - soundtrack of the lifetime: "The American President." Amazing. Elegant. Brilliant. Soothing. It gives me goosebumps. Marc Shaiman, you're the man.
Happiest of happy birthdays to my big bro!!! I've got an old geezer for a brother - 24 years old. Got to love him, cane, reading glasses, back hump and all.
And now it's time to get dressed, attempt to warm up, sit around, do nothing and wait for Tuesday to roll around. I'll just keep waiting on the world to change.
P.S. - Everyone should check out some of my photographic genius at http://holycharades.deviantart.com/. (They're not very good, actually. But constructive criticism is always nice. And it's just fun to get them out there for the masses.)
Dance with, or at least clap along to, the absurdity of life.
Good night and good luck. God bless and God speed.
I don't think Thanksgiving break could come any sooner. (Okay... I take that back. I could definitely come sooner.) A much needed break for sure, as they always are. I'm so on the brink of figuring out what's wrong with me. It's pretty exciting. Only a few more weeks of torturous, mind-boggling life worries and I think I'll have it all figured out. (I can only hope.)
Is it a bad thing when you want to turn around and jab someone in the face? My conscience is telling me no. Boy how I hate that stupid voice.
Okay - soundtrack of the lifetime: "The American President." Amazing. Elegant. Brilliant. Soothing. It gives me goosebumps. Marc Shaiman, you're the man.
Happiest of happy birthdays to my big bro!!! I've got an old geezer for a brother - 24 years old. Got to love him, cane, reading glasses, back hump and all.
And now it's time to get dressed, attempt to warm up, sit around, do nothing and wait for Tuesday to roll around. I'll just keep waiting on the world to change.
P.S. - Everyone should check out some of my photographic genius at http://holycharades.deviantart.com/. (They're not very good, actually. But constructive criticism is always nice. And it's just fun to get them out there for the masses.)
Dance with, or at least clap along to, the absurdity of life.
Good night and good luck. God bless and God speed.