Stand Up
I was feeling like a creep as I watched you asleep
face down in the grass in the park in the middle of hot afternoon
Your top was untied and I thought how nice it'd be to follow the sweat down your spine.
You're like my best friend
Oh, after a good good drink
you and me wake up and make love
after a deep sleep where I was dreaming...
His lyrics are so simple, and his voice only amplifies that warm, fuzzy feeling you get. He reminds me of that innocent quality young love has. Crazy? Yes, I am. Then again, it could be just because I listened to this CD the entire summer, and summer always makes you feel good.
As usual, I was poked and prodded into updating this. Evidently, my two fans are simply dying to know what's happening in this crazed life of mine. Honestly, not much at all.
I just got a call not an hour ago to set up an interview for my hopefully new job. Everyone there seems so nice. And they have a African Gray there named Fido. How stupid, yet cute.
I often use this thing as a venting place, so here we go. Things have been so so tough on us since Dad passed. Especially on Mom. Things haven't really effected me at all, but do I have a moment here and there where all I can do is just sit down and let the tears flow. I honestly dread sleep. When I finally do get to sleep, I have these horrible and confusing dreams. I wake up constantly. When my alarm wakes me up in the morning, I'm literally scared. Not sure what's going on there, but I always feel tired now.
For the last week, I've been bugged so so much about the last weekend. I'm so selfish. Yeah, we spent three days together. That's all you need to know! Hehe. I'm so enamored with him. He captivates me. And makes a perfect pillow. And that's all I will be saying, since I know a few people read this. :P Hehe
Over a month. Such such torture. It's going to go WAY slower than those two weeks previously.
Umm. Yay for Thanksgiving break? Don't have anything else to say.
I lied. I do have more to say.
That Friday was horrible. All day I was fine. Took my art test. (Prolly failed it.) Went home. Took a shower. Met up with Jess and Breanna at work to drop off my car, and we head out to Pitt! So, I was fine. I was talking a lot, cause I was a little nervous. Then, as we finally entered Pitt, I shut up. I was simply looking out the window, trying to sort out my tummy. We get to the airport, and I feel lightheaded. We park in the parking garage, and I don't want to move. We finally get out of the car, and I will say that walking from there to the actual airport has got to be the hardest steps I will ever take. I now know what people mean by "weak in the knees" and "butterflies in your stomach" and other stuff. It honestly felt as if me knees would give out on me as we entered the airport. I was cold, my tummy was upset, and I just wanted to go back to the car. Well, turns out we got there two hours early, so we sit down. I attempt to nap. We fool around. Jess and Breanna played Bejeweled on their phones. I make fun of some old priest guy. Then I get a text message. "I'm so sorry but we just landed. I'm on my way now." Oh god. Oh shit. Ohmigawd. They drag me from our seats so we can better see the stairs. Takes a good ten minutes or more. I'm tired of pacing, so we sit down. Jess had called him, I was freaking out. We're sitting down, whispering. Then we see someone. "Is that him?" "I don't know... Is that him?" "Maybe. Is that him?" We sink further in our chairs. He comes over. Sits down. I'm crazy with nervousness. And hungry. So we go back to the car. Car ride wasn't too bad. Good music, good friends. Damn, he smelled so so so good. I kept leaning over to supposedly see what track the CD was on. I was secretely smelling him. Go to dinner. That wasn't too bad. Jess looks at her straw and picks it up. "I got a messed up fork." That helped a bit. Get to his hotel after 11, finally. Rest was history. But I will say that some dogs are still really ugly, and I promise not to headbutt ever again.
The end. Cause now I really don't have anything to write about.
... A month is still a long ways away.
face down in the grass in the park in the middle of hot afternoon
Your top was untied and I thought how nice it'd be to follow the sweat down your spine.
You're like my best friend
Oh, after a good good drink
you and me wake up and make love
after a deep sleep where I was dreaming...
His lyrics are so simple, and his voice only amplifies that warm, fuzzy feeling you get. He reminds me of that innocent quality young love has. Crazy? Yes, I am. Then again, it could be just because I listened to this CD the entire summer, and summer always makes you feel good.
As usual, I was poked and prodded into updating this. Evidently, my two fans are simply dying to know what's happening in this crazed life of mine. Honestly, not much at all.
I just got a call not an hour ago to set up an interview for my hopefully new job. Everyone there seems so nice. And they have a African Gray there named Fido. How stupid, yet cute.
I often use this thing as a venting place, so here we go. Things have been so so tough on us since Dad passed. Especially on Mom. Things haven't really effected me at all, but do I have a moment here and there where all I can do is just sit down and let the tears flow. I honestly dread sleep. When I finally do get to sleep, I have these horrible and confusing dreams. I wake up constantly. When my alarm wakes me up in the morning, I'm literally scared. Not sure what's going on there, but I always feel tired now.
For the last week, I've been bugged so so much about the last weekend. I'm so selfish. Yeah, we spent three days together. That's all you need to know! Hehe. I'm so enamored with him. He captivates me. And makes a perfect pillow. And that's all I will be saying, since I know a few people read this. :P Hehe
Over a month. Such such torture. It's going to go WAY slower than those two weeks previously.
Umm. Yay for Thanksgiving break? Don't have anything else to say.
I lied. I do have more to say.
That Friday was horrible. All day I was fine. Took my art test. (Prolly failed it.) Went home. Took a shower. Met up with Jess and Breanna at work to drop off my car, and we head out to Pitt! So, I was fine. I was talking a lot, cause I was a little nervous. Then, as we finally entered Pitt, I shut up. I was simply looking out the window, trying to sort out my tummy. We get to the airport, and I feel lightheaded. We park in the parking garage, and I don't want to move. We finally get out of the car, and I will say that walking from there to the actual airport has got to be the hardest steps I will ever take. I now know what people mean by "weak in the knees" and "butterflies in your stomach" and other stuff. It honestly felt as if me knees would give out on me as we entered the airport. I was cold, my tummy was upset, and I just wanted to go back to the car. Well, turns out we got there two hours early, so we sit down. I attempt to nap. We fool around. Jess and Breanna played Bejeweled on their phones. I make fun of some old priest guy. Then I get a text message. "I'm so sorry but we just landed. I'm on my way now." Oh god. Oh shit. Ohmigawd. They drag me from our seats so we can better see the stairs. Takes a good ten minutes or more. I'm tired of pacing, so we sit down. Jess had called him, I was freaking out. We're sitting down, whispering. Then we see someone. "Is that him?" "I don't know... Is that him?" "Maybe. Is that him?" We sink further in our chairs. He comes over. Sits down. I'm crazy with nervousness. And hungry. So we go back to the car. Car ride wasn't too bad. Good music, good friends. Damn, he smelled so so so good. I kept leaning over to supposedly see what track the CD was on. I was secretely smelling him. Go to dinner. That wasn't too bad. Jess looks at her straw and picks it up. "I got a messed up fork." That helped a bit. Get to his hotel after 11, finally. Rest was history. But I will say that some dogs are still really ugly, and I promise not to headbutt ever again.
The end. Cause now I really don't have anything to write about.
... A month is still a long ways away.