The Movie Has To End Sometime
Night falls on me
All I can think about is honesty
Days come and go
There is nothing for me to show
I've rethought things
The subtle conversations
Banter breaking silence
Sighs and yawns
Are our only songs
I sing because I'm sad
Only living to die
Just dying to live
I cry when I see
My life going on
Without you belonging to me
It is a selfish thought
But it is all that I want
In the movies
I could just read this out loud
But that's just fantasy
In this reality
It's not so easy
To explore your feelings
When people abhor
Understanding the meaning
Now I sit
With pen in hand
Marking these things down
If it were ever okay
To let you know
These words I am not allowed to say
Just know that I'd say them often
In frequency and with heart
Forget the odds that we'll loose
And let's just try to start
a group blog of friends who write about their lives in the best way they know how--honestly. always trying to avoid pretension, but always trying to progress, these folk have all at one time lived in the same city. now scattered throughout the country, they try to keep in touch via one medium: to whom it may concern. this is that attempt at friendship and love. (re)ply: One guy now...
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
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Thursday, November 25, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Bite The Bullet
Well, it's nearing noon and I'm still sitting in my apartment. I need to get on the road, but it's freaking storming. I don't really mind driving while raining, I just hate trying to pack up my car in the torrential downpour. I also have a headlight out and I need to change it, but again, it's raining. Last night, I couldn't fall asleep at all. I guess I was excited about driving home and seeing my folks. I think I finally went to sleep around 5 AM. Well, it's picking up again, so I'm going to go get a shower and eat something. Maybe it'll die out a little by then.
Peace
Well, it's nearing noon and I'm still sitting in my apartment. I need to get on the road, but it's freaking storming. I don't really mind driving while raining, I just hate trying to pack up my car in the torrential downpour. I also have a headlight out and I need to change it, but again, it's raining. Last night, I couldn't fall asleep at all. I guess I was excited about driving home and seeing my folks. I think I finally went to sleep around 5 AM. Well, it's picking up again, so I'm going to go get a shower and eat something. Maybe it'll die out a little by then.
Peace
Sunday, November 21, 2004
Of All The Saints
This weekend has been filled with both misery and delight. Misery because I am still a little flu-ed. Delight because I haven't been at work.
Friday night, I saw my friend Crystal Kepler. She and I bumped into each other at Wal Mart. We stood and talked for 2 hours straight in the same spot. It was a nice reunion. Then, on Saturday morning, I was woken to a phone call from Sean Tanner. We also talked for a couple hours. That started the weekend off right.
I bought some movies used from Movie Gallery. I paid $30 and got Saved, A Mighty Wind, and Jersey Girl. I watched Saved again last night. It's mostly great.
Last night and today, I've been listing some of my possessions on the "suckas" mart. I listed my 12 Expositor's Commentary set and started it for $35 and put the buy now at $90. Sure enough, I woke up today and someone had already bought it. I was in shock. I am grateful.
Tonight, my goal is to write a letter and wash some dishes. We'll see, we'll see.
"The glove compartment is inaccurately named and everybody knows it. So I'm proposing a swift orderly change. 'Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm. And all I find are souvenirs from better times. Before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life." Death Cab For Cutie, Title And Registration, from Transatlanticism.
This weekend has been filled with both misery and delight. Misery because I am still a little flu-ed. Delight because I haven't been at work.
Friday night, I saw my friend Crystal Kepler. She and I bumped into each other at Wal Mart. We stood and talked for 2 hours straight in the same spot. It was a nice reunion. Then, on Saturday morning, I was woken to a phone call from Sean Tanner. We also talked for a couple hours. That started the weekend off right.
I bought some movies used from Movie Gallery. I paid $30 and got Saved, A Mighty Wind, and Jersey Girl. I watched Saved again last night. It's mostly great.
Last night and today, I've been listing some of my possessions on the "suckas" mart. I listed my 12 Expositor's Commentary set and started it for $35 and put the buy now at $90. Sure enough, I woke up today and someone had already bought it. I was in shock. I am grateful.
Tonight, my goal is to write a letter and wash some dishes. We'll see, we'll see.
"The glove compartment is inaccurately named and everybody knows it. So I'm proposing a swift orderly change. 'Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm. And all I find are souvenirs from better times. Before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life." Death Cab For Cutie, Title And Registration, from Transatlanticism.
Friday, November 19, 2004
A Week Until Thankfulness
Oh, I am tired. My dishes are still piled up. My congestion is still lingering. But, one more day until two days off. Then, two more days, until four day off. It's nice to think about, but the days are long to get to the actual days off part.
It's quite annoying to be me sometimes. I aggravate myself. I want to just tell myself to shut up or something. How come the most bothersome things about myself are only noticed by me when other people are doing them?
These days are long and tiring; I cannot find peace.
I'm a lonely moon watcher.
All I'm looking for is some relief.
Sing on...
Oh, I am tired. My dishes are still piled up. My congestion is still lingering. But, one more day until two days off. Then, two more days, until four day off. It's nice to think about, but the days are long to get to the actual days off part.
It's quite annoying to be me sometimes. I aggravate myself. I want to just tell myself to shut up or something. How come the most bothersome things about myself are only noticed by me when other people are doing them?
These days are long and tiring; I cannot find peace.
I'm a lonely moon watcher.
All I'm looking for is some relief.
Sing on...
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
I Am Always The One Who Calls
I'm sick again. Bah! I have a cold, I think. I hate cold weather or at the least, when it changes from cool to freezing. I have to go to the doctor's today anyway for a physical, so maybe he will take sympathy on me and just write a prescription for antibiotics. My appointment is at 3:00 PM, so hopefully I'll have enough time to mail my grad school application off afterward. The physical is part of the application process. And I know what you're thinking, it's November, isn't that kind of late to be applying? Well, yes it is, but that's another great thing about seminary. I need to get a haircut today also. It's getting annoying. Also, I need to wash some dishes and laundry, and get some pictures developed. Sheesh. Why can't my days off just be filled with nothing? But, here's some good news. Because I was sick, I went to bed near 2:00 AM and got up at 10:30 AM. That hasn't happened in a few months.
I'm sick again. Bah! I have a cold, I think. I hate cold weather or at the least, when it changes from cool to freezing. I have to go to the doctor's today anyway for a physical, so maybe he will take sympathy on me and just write a prescription for antibiotics. My appointment is at 3:00 PM, so hopefully I'll have enough time to mail my grad school application off afterward. The physical is part of the application process. And I know what you're thinking, it's November, isn't that kind of late to be applying? Well, yes it is, but that's another great thing about seminary. I need to get a haircut today also. It's getting annoying. Also, I need to wash some dishes and laundry, and get some pictures developed. Sheesh. Why can't my days off just be filled with nothing? But, here's some good news. Because I was sick, I went to bed near 2:00 AM and got up at 10:30 AM. That hasn't happened in a few months.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Inmate # 34K526ESL3
Has anyone seen Shrek 2 yet? If (at the theater or the newly released DVD) you watched the credits all the way through, you will have heard "As Lovers Go" by Dashboard Confessional. That was a nice touch, I thought. The soundtrack has some other stuff that is pretty good too.
Has anyone seen Shrek 2 yet? If (at the theater or the newly released DVD) you watched the credits all the way through, you will have heard "As Lovers Go" by Dashboard Confessional. That was a nice touch, I thought. The soundtrack has some other stuff that is pretty good too.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Against Levitical Law
My day started normal
Like any other September
Things resembling the past
Eluding to allusions of the future
It was going fine
I had made plans for up until a quarter till nine
Along this day
Something got in my way
I wasn't looking for beauty
But, then all I saw was you
Everywhere I looked
All the time I stared
The biggest smile I've ever received
In my wildest dreams I couldn't have conceived
That it would be for me
Your storyteller eyes all bright and clear
A heart that I always want to be near
This seemed like ecstasy
Until my rapture of reality
An ironic, self-defeating moment
I missed the whole scene
Someone told me about it
A friend I trust indeed
How dumb am I?
I didn't even look at you
Something as precious as your face
And I let pride get in the way
Was that smile meant just for me?
I guess one day we shall see
My day started normal
Like any other September
Things resembling the past
Eluding to allusions of the future
It was going fine
I had made plans for up until a quarter till nine
Along this day
Something got in my way
I wasn't looking for beauty
But, then all I saw was you
Everywhere I looked
All the time I stared
The biggest smile I've ever received
In my wildest dreams I couldn't have conceived
That it would be for me
Your storyteller eyes all bright and clear
A heart that I always want to be near
This seemed like ecstasy
Until my rapture of reality
An ironic, self-defeating moment
I missed the whole scene
Someone told me about it
A friend I trust indeed
How dumb am I?
I didn't even look at you
Something as precious as your face
And I let pride get in the way
Was that smile meant just for me?
I guess one day we shall see
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