I'm tired... but I don't wanna go to bed...
So what's up everyone. I'm back.
Nearly 4 weeks removed from surgery. I'm still using crutches, but I'm using both legs as well. More on that later.
After reading some backlogged journal entries, I want to say Congrats to Jason on his new job. You can become an Army brat later or hell, never. As long as you're successful and happy. I'll give you a call sometime soon or when I get up back into town.
Also I got a test off his journal, which I obviously took. It's more of a creepy name decipherer that tells you all about your personality. Anyways, here it goes. Oh and you can go to this website:
http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp
if you wanna take it.
What BYRON MANUEL VALLE Means by some guy at a website...
You entered: Byron Manuel Valle
There are 16 letters in your name.
Those 16 letters total to 66
There are 6 vowels and 10 consonants in your name.
Your number is: 3
The characteristics of #3 are: Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of living.
The expression or destiny for #3:
An Expression of 3 produces a quest for destiny with words along a variety of lines that may include writing, speaking, singing, acting or teaching; our entertainers, writers, litigators, teachers, salesmen, and composers. You also have the destiny to sell yourself or sell just about any product that comes along. You are imaginative in your presentation, and you may have creative talents in the arts, although these are more likely to be latent. You are an optimistic person that seems ever enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly, loving and social, and people like you because you are charming and such a good conversationalist. Your ability to communicate may often inspire others. It is your role in life to inspire and motivate; to raise the spirits of those around you.
The negative side of number 3 Expression is superficiality. You may tend to scatter your forces and simply be too easygoing. It is advisable for the negative 3 to avoid dwelling on trivial matters, especially gossip.
Your Soul Urge number is: 3
A Soul Urge number of 3 means:
With the Soul Urge number 3 your desire in life is personal expression, and generally enjoying life to its fullest. You want to participate in an active social life and enjoy a large circle of friends. You want to be in the limelight, expressing your artistic or intellectual talents. Word skills may be your thing; speaking, writing, acting, singing. In a positive sense, the 3 energy is friendly, outgoing and always very social.
You have a decidedly upbeat attitude that is rarely discouraged; a good mental and emotional balance.
The 3 Soul Urge gives intuitive insight, thus, very high creative and inspirational tendencies. The truly outstanding trait shown by the 3 Soul Urge is that of self-expression, regardless of the field of endeavor.
On the negative side, you may at times become too easygoing and too optimistic, tending to scatter forces and accomplish very little. Often, the excessive 3 energy produces non-stop talkers. Everyone has faults, but the 3 soul urge doesn't appreciate having these pointed out.
Your Inner Dream number is: 9
An Inner Dream number of 9 means:
You dream of being creative, intellectual, and universal; the selfless humanitarian. You understand the needy and what to help them. You would love to be a person people count on for support and advice.
Me? I'd say yes. What do you all think? Holla at me.
I really miss Orlando. I miss a lot of things to tell you the truth.
I'm cleared to walk on Friday without Crutches. So that's good. Today in therapy I walked without crutches a little bit and also used the stationary bike for the first time. So we're underway.
I'm lonely. When you're lonely you think too much. I feel like I have no one here. No one here to talk to. To relate to. I mean I have friends and all here, some of my best, yet I still feel alone. I felt it even when Erin was here last week. We're hitting a skid in our relationship which is fine with me, 'cause it can't always be rainbows, butterflies, candy-coated raindrops, and teddy bears. Maybe in a perfect world, but not here. She and I talk about everything though, so I'm sure whatever it is bothering us now will get taken care of soon. I love her. I truly do. When I got out of her car today and said goodbye to her I immediatly got sad as I watched her drive off. Sometimes I think the both of us take one another for granted and forget the love we have. That's what the problem right now is I think. I wanted to try to tell her on the phone today, how much I love her and how she challenges me everyday to become a better person, not just for myself but for her and everyone around me as well. I've never met another person like that other than my sister. So Ms. Ring, if you get around to reading this know that, hopefully you'll recieve my letter before it gets to that.
So like I said I'm lonely. I can't walk... well. I can't drive... well. So I'm stuck at home sitting on my fat can watching a Manly and Robust eight hours of ESPN a day. How many times can you watch SportsCenter. I've actually in one day watched every single one. That's 9 episodes. How pathetic is that? I'm hoping to get to a Marlins game this weekend, they are playing the Cubs this weekend, Friday through Sunday. I really want to go to those games. Thinking of the Cubs, I think of two people, Weeezy-Wie and Katherine. Thinking of Katherine right now makes me upset so I'll stop thinking of the Cubs.
I still smell the beer that spilled on my shirt from last night and I have stains from when Erin decided to brush her teeth over me and get toothpaste spit all over me. It was a night I don't remember a whole lot of but drinking all day will do that to you. I do remember I had fun most of the time on the 4th of July and I have a very great and eclectic group of friends. I love my boys (and girls) that came down to visit from Orlando. Tizzy, The TPC, Show, Dan, Milky, Mr. Black Wall Street: Dylan Battard, Big Bro, Keri, and last but not least the lovely, Victoria McPhee. Also, Choq, Eddy, High School John, J-Rod, Shaney P, his woman, and of course, CO-DUMB-O. We all had fun and TPC passed out and got written on. You guys have no idea how much it meaned to me that you came down to visit and honestly, you made my week, you made this part of my summer for me. Thank you.
Cuz, thanks for your call too. You'll get down here for a weekend and we'll hit up some baseball games and party like assholes.
In other news I got an A- in my Advanced Fiction Workshop class. Holla. If you'd like to read my works let me know and I'll post 'em or send you a copy or two.
I hate living here right now and I hate my sister for living in NYC for the summer. I really don't hate her, but it's just I miss her and this is the time we spend with one another. I also miss the shit out of Vanessa 'cause she's my summer buddy. Usually we're together all summer having fun and swimmin' in one another's pools, but she's gotta be living in Italy not returning my e-mails. Jerk.
Pittman called me tonight and that made me feel awesome. It's good to know people are thinking about you. My condolences to Yvette and your family. Hopefully I'll see you soon.
I think I may try to go to sleep now. I've got another long day of nothing and no one to do that with...
I love you Erin.
Fuck off.
: )