Word Vomit

So saturday morning I got up really early considering I didn't go to bed until 3am the night before. I got up at 8am because I couldn't sleep, but I had a whole bunch of ideas running through my head, so I got up and did an art project. I gotta say I got pretty into it and I was determined to finish it that day. I made a sort of collage type painting mixed media sort of thing and I finished it at 7pm that evening. I think it turned out pretty much like I had planned.

I ended up going to the Shenandoah that night. I met up with Melissa Bailey, who I love and it was her last night in town before moving to DC. We went to Jason's place on the river. Mykie P, Clint, and Kevin were also there. It was a very enjoyable evening, nice and relaxed just enjoying everyone's company and watching lots of gasoline get thrown on the fire that took forever to start.

I'm really glad that I went though because it gave me a chance to talk to some people and who I hadn't talked to in a while and really missed.
I didn't go to bed until around 5am Sunday morning and I had to be up at 6:30 so I could go home and get ready for work at 8am. I made it to work on time, but the five hours I worked seemed like an eternity because I only had one and a half hours of sleep. I had planned on taking a nap when I got off work, but instead I went to the Potomac River with my parents.

Their friends have a little cabin thinger on the river there and they just got a new pontoon boat. It was freaking luxury out the butt. I tried to grab a quick nap on the boat before we really got started doing aything, mission semi-successful, it was freaking hot on those vinyl seats. But anyways, we took a 2 hour boat ride up and down the river and then got back and grilled some food and had dinner. We got back around 9pm.

Suz called me when I got home and we tried to make it to see the end of Ryan's hockey game, but missed it, so we decided to go get Ryan some food. We were going to go to Cork Street to grab something. Ryan had to go home and shower and Suz and I went to pick up Sarah McHale and then we were all going to meet. Ryan lost his keys so he was a no show and the rest of us forced ourselves to eat icecream, but it was a nice visit. I hadn't seen Suz in a while and I hadn't seen Sarah since like November or something (Ridiculous!!!)

We left there at like 12, but Jenn was over at Coalie Harry's and so was some other people I know and I wanted to say hi, so I went over there and chatted for little bit. I got home just before 1:00am.

A little bit later I got a phone call and ended up talking until like 3am or something close. I think I got disconnected and then passed out, I really hope I wasn't still on the phone when I did, but if I did I'm real sorry, but I was so FREAKING exhausted!
So anyways, here I am, I have to go take a shower and then go to work driving the beverage cart in 95 degree weather, BLUK!!!

Weekend rating: 9 - saw a lot of people this weekend that mean a lot to me, hope the trend continues!!!

So here's the question... do you even read this anymore? I'm still trying to figure out why it has to be this way. Maybe you don't need a reason, maybe you have one. All I know is that all I wanted to do was talk to you tonight, to say just one word, to have you say just one word and it never happened. It's kind of funny how nervous I was to see you, I know you, you know me, and yet we pretend to be strangers. I miss you so much, more than I have ever missed anyone in my life and I have no clue how to make things better.

What's up with random blogs in other languages? Seriously, it does me no good to try to read random blogs if they aren't in freakin' English!!!!

I hate washing my hair when I'm out of my shampoo because then I usually have to use whatever is in the shower and I usually choose the head and shoulders which only reminds me of "him" and how much I wish we were on better terms.

Thousands of tears
Thousands of I love you's
Thousands of times I wanted to pick up the phone
Thousands of dreams of you
Thousands of visions of you looking at me
Thousands of thoughts of your eyes
Thousands of laughs
Thousands of words I wanted to tell you
Thousands of things I wish I could do again

Cold shower equals the only sanctuary in this house without AC.

Why does the Blog EDITOR sidebar keep telling me not to run with scissors?

I Faked Your Death

To fake your death
To still love forever
But to know that I won't ever see
And I can keep you in my heart
But the eternal sleep
Would sooner come across my own eyes


I'm not sure that I should be trying to write. I guess I just like it when my thoughts are more poetic. Seems kind of trite, really. I like that I can just say what I mean without trying to fold it into a metaphor, but at the same time I have such a huge admiration for those who can. So anyways, above is another attempt to be an artistic writer.

So yesterday I was thinking about this book I started writing in a diary in elementary school. I think I was in the fifth grade or something, but it was my attempts to explain why things are the way they are. I think I'd really like to find it to see if I had any more insight then than I do now.