I was in the process of writing up a blog of me ranting, complaining, and generally just getting some shit off my chest. Half way through I lost steam; just didn't seem to care to finish it. That seems to be my mood as of late. I don't know if it's because right I know I just don't seem to give a damn or if I'm just in some kind of funk. Most of the time I'm a very happy upbeat kind of guy who you will rarely ever find in a bad mood but for some reason I've been finding myself irritated or annoyed or just in a bad mood in the last few weeks.
Maybe it's money. I don't seem to be managing my finances very well anymore. Every dollar I make seems to go to somebody else's pocket and I've still got bills I'm behind on. And don't even get me started on the food situation. I opened my fridge and it was looking a little bare. Bologna and hot dogs, that's about it. Oh, and lots of condiments.
Maybe it's my job. I, for the most part, love my job but I seemed the most annoyed or foul tempered when I'm here. There seems to be certain people I work with that just straight piss me off and my patience is wearing thin and trust me I am a very, very patient person.
I own my own home (big reason I have no money!). I love living on my own and I feel very lucky that I can say that at twenty-four years old I am a homeowner. Here lately I can't stand being in my house. It has a very empty feeling even though I have four cats and three dogs that fill it up and my girlfriend is over there pretty often. I just don't seem to like being there by myself which used to be one of my favorite things. I loved having the down time to do what I wanted to do and I loved being able to completely stretch out in my bed.
I'm missing my girlfriend a lot lately which is weird because we work together so I see her all the time. We do work different rotations so we never get a night off together unless one of us takes a vacation day. Also, she's been spending a lot more time out at her parents' place lately because she's got even less money than I do since she had to pay her tuition and buy books for this semester. Where I live is about a good thirty minute drive from where she lives and neither one of us really has the money to spend in gas driving back and forth. So really the only time we actually get to spend together is at work, with two other people, most of the time in opposite corners of the room, so we don't get much time for just us. But it's just the way things are right now until one of us actually has money! Come on Powerball!!!
It's not like I don't have anything going for me. I'm going through the application process with my city's fire department and things seem to be going pretty good with it so far. Me and Heather ( my girlfriend just in case you were wondering ) are set to take a trip to Massachusetts ( where I get to see my first Red Sox game at Fenway! ) and hopefully Maine in April. It'll be two weeks that we get to spend together just us and I'm sure by the end she'll be ready to kill me lol! My brother is getting married in July, in Chicago and I'm the best man. I don't know what my deal is right now. Maybe it's just the dark, cold, grey winter months...
Actually, it sounds like I was able to get some shit off my chest afterall!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The massive city walls loomed just ahead. They were made from solid stone and were so tall they seemed they would touch the sky. The walls had proved formidable for invading barbarians for centuries. The gates were open and the sounds of thousands of people could be heard for miles around. They were all celebrating and dressed for a momentous occasion.
Two oxen were pulling a makeshift gallow that had been fashioned into a cart carrying a long haired warrior who looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks. It was being escorted by soldiers dressed in ceremonial garb, carrying long wooden spears. That morning they had dressed the warrior in his battle attire though, he did not begin to resemble the proud, fierce warrior he once was. Hands bound together, noose around his neck, he could hardly muster the strength to support his armor clad body. Malnutrition and the most savage methods of torture imaginable had left them in his state.
Marching in front of the cart were men dressed in the same ceremonial garb as the soldiers but instead of spears they were carrying long golden trumpets. As the procession edged closer to the entrance the warrior's heart became gripped by fear. His stomach felt as if it had been filled with ice and his knees became weaker; he willed himself not to wretch in front of the soldiers around him.
The procession stopped just in front of the gate; the noise was now deafening. Just inside he could see guards lined up on either side of the street looking straight ahead, bodies with a statue like rigidity. The warrior looked as best he could behind him, out into the country side, and longed for home.
As if by an order, the crowd became immediately silent. The trumpeters began playing a song, a song of victory, and the procession started up again. The soldier driving the cart gave the oxen a command and they again pulled the cart forward.
Upon first entering the city the warrior stood awestruck for a moment at the enormity of the metropolis. All around, as far as the eye could see, stood large structures supported by stone pillars. Off in the distance stood a collossal arena that he did not even know men were capable of building. "No doubt built by slave labor," he thought to himself. The warrior thought of his people and his heart wept.
The crowd (he now realized was two immense seas of people on either side of him) was still silent, though he could feel them gazing at him with disgust. The warrior felt something something hit his side and saw a tomato now sitting by his feet. At once the once jovial gathering had now turned into a vicious mob, pelting him with rotten vegetables and rocks. A soldier broke rank and went after a citizen after a wilted piece of lettuce missed it's target and hit him instead.
The warrior forced himself to face straight ahead and saw their destination. Before him stood a massive stage with a large marble throne situated at the top of more steps than he cared to count. Seated at the bottom and around it were what the warrior thought had to be the nobility of the city. They were all dressed in the finest robes and looked as if they had never seen a hard days labor in their entire lives. Each had a look of smugness on their faces.
The trumpeters broke of into two lines on either side of the nobles. The driver brought the oxen to a halt a hundred feet away. The warrior's palms began to sweat profously and any strength he had in his legs began to fade quickly. He knew the moment was soon coming, he just wished it would come quicker.
The crowd suddenly lost it's viciousness and began to roar with applause. Looking up to see what could've cause this abrupt change, the warrior saw standing in front of the throne a man that he knew and abhorred. A man filled with venomous greed and desire. A man loyal only to himself. A tyrant.
The tyrant's face was crimson, as if it had been painted in blood. He wore robes to match trimmed in gold. He stood in front of his throne and raised his hands to silence the crowd, then turned and sat. Looking up at him, the warrior saw the tyrant had met his gaze and had a malevolent grin on his face.
The warrior dropped his head and closed his eyes, he knew the moment would soon be upon him. He began to pray to his gods. After his prayer, his eyes still closed, he found he was home. He was standing in front of his hut made of straw and sticks; his two sons chasing a rabbit around it. His wife was standing in the door way wearing a white gown her jet black hair hanging down to her lower back. Her mouth looked as if it were moving but her voice sounded like it was coming from a far off distance. "You will soon be home. Have no fear my husband," and then she smiled.
"Yes my love," was all he could say in return.
The warrior opened his eyes, looked up at the tyrant still smiling malevolently at him, and found the strength to speak. "I pity you. Long after this day has passed you will die. But when you die you will be alone. No one will mourn your loss, your name will live on in infamy. You live a life full of fear, greed, and selfishness and you will never know what it means to be loved. You will have no one waiting for you after this life is over. I pity you!"
The crowd stood in astonishment. The warrior thought he heard the sounds of a woman crying somewhere behind him. The tyrant looked down at him with a fuce full of fury, his body quivering with rage. He looked to a soldier standing next to the warrior and gave a nod.
A slight breeze swept through the warriors hair and he smiled. The ground gave way beneath his feet and he heard a snap from somewhere inside. Everything went dark. Finally, peace came; blessed peace.
Two oxen were pulling a makeshift gallow that had been fashioned into a cart carrying a long haired warrior who looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks. It was being escorted by soldiers dressed in ceremonial garb, carrying long wooden spears. That morning they had dressed the warrior in his battle attire though, he did not begin to resemble the proud, fierce warrior he once was. Hands bound together, noose around his neck, he could hardly muster the strength to support his armor clad body. Malnutrition and the most savage methods of torture imaginable had left them in his state.
Marching in front of the cart were men dressed in the same ceremonial garb as the soldiers but instead of spears they were carrying long golden trumpets. As the procession edged closer to the entrance the warrior's heart became gripped by fear. His stomach felt as if it had been filled with ice and his knees became weaker; he willed himself not to wretch in front of the soldiers around him.
The procession stopped just in front of the gate; the noise was now deafening. Just inside he could see guards lined up on either side of the street looking straight ahead, bodies with a statue like rigidity. The warrior looked as best he could behind him, out into the country side, and longed for home.
As if by an order, the crowd became immediately silent. The trumpeters began playing a song, a song of victory, and the procession started up again. The soldier driving the cart gave the oxen a command and they again pulled the cart forward.
Upon first entering the city the warrior stood awestruck for a moment at the enormity of the metropolis. All around, as far as the eye could see, stood large structures supported by stone pillars. Off in the distance stood a collossal arena that he did not even know men were capable of building. "No doubt built by slave labor," he thought to himself. The warrior thought of his people and his heart wept.
The crowd (he now realized was two immense seas of people on either side of him) was still silent, though he could feel them gazing at him with disgust. The warrior felt something something hit his side and saw a tomato now sitting by his feet. At once the once jovial gathering had now turned into a vicious mob, pelting him with rotten vegetables and rocks. A soldier broke rank and went after a citizen after a wilted piece of lettuce missed it's target and hit him instead.
The warrior forced himself to face straight ahead and saw their destination. Before him stood a massive stage with a large marble throne situated at the top of more steps than he cared to count. Seated at the bottom and around it were what the warrior thought had to be the nobility of the city. They were all dressed in the finest robes and looked as if they had never seen a hard days labor in their entire lives. Each had a look of smugness on their faces.
The trumpeters broke of into two lines on either side of the nobles. The driver brought the oxen to a halt a hundred feet away. The warrior's palms began to sweat profously and any strength he had in his legs began to fade quickly. He knew the moment was soon coming, he just wished it would come quicker.
The crowd suddenly lost it's viciousness and began to roar with applause. Looking up to see what could've cause this abrupt change, the warrior saw standing in front of the throne a man that he knew and abhorred. A man filled with venomous greed and desire. A man loyal only to himself. A tyrant.
The tyrant's face was crimson, as if it had been painted in blood. He wore robes to match trimmed in gold. He stood in front of his throne and raised his hands to silence the crowd, then turned and sat. Looking up at him, the warrior saw the tyrant had met his gaze and had a malevolent grin on his face.
The warrior dropped his head and closed his eyes, he knew the moment would soon be upon him. He began to pray to his gods. After his prayer, his eyes still closed, he found he was home. He was standing in front of his hut made of straw and sticks; his two sons chasing a rabbit around it. His wife was standing in the door way wearing a white gown her jet black hair hanging down to her lower back. Her mouth looked as if it were moving but her voice sounded like it was coming from a far off distance. "You will soon be home. Have no fear my husband," and then she smiled.
"Yes my love," was all he could say in return.
The warrior opened his eyes, looked up at the tyrant still smiling malevolently at him, and found the strength to speak. "I pity you. Long after this day has passed you will die. But when you die you will be alone. No one will mourn your loss, your name will live on in infamy. You live a life full of fear, greed, and selfishness and you will never know what it means to be loved. You will have no one waiting for you after this life is over. I pity you!"
The crowd stood in astonishment. The warrior thought he heard the sounds of a woman crying somewhere behind him. The tyrant looked down at him with a fuce full of fury, his body quivering with rage. He looked to a soldier standing next to the warrior and gave a nod.
A slight breeze swept through the warriors hair and he smiled. The ground gave way beneath his feet and he heard a snap from somewhere inside. Everything went dark. Finally, peace came; blessed peace.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Part 1
He rolled into town looking like some old cowboy looking for a night of sin and whiskey. He pulled up to the lone red light and eased his rusty old pickup to a stop. He scanned the intersection left to right looking for signs of some flea bag motel to get a room for however long he intended to stay. The light turned green and he went up two more blocks where he thought he saw a neon light burning. He pulled up to the curb next to the gas lit sign that advertised " Main Street Hotel" and "Vacancy." He laughed to himself thinking that every inn, motel and hotel in small town America never said "No-Vacancy."
He got out of his truck and stretched for a full thirty seconds before he realized he was being stared at by two small children; a boy and girl, no more than eight years old. He smiled as they gazed at him with eyes of wonderment and he realized he must have been a sight. He hadn't shaved in five days nor slept decently in almost a week. He looked tired and haggard and as if he had been on the road for centuries.
He had been on the road for a long time, longer than he cared to remember, but this was his life and would be until fate told him otherwise. He waved at the two children and said "Howdy!" They're eyes grew wide with delight and they ran off hand in hand to tell whomever about the strange scruffy man who had just came in to town. He turned on his heel and stepped up onto the sidewalk to go get himself a room with a bed to crash on.
He walked in to the motel and stood for a second to gaze at his new temporary home. It was small, only two floors. The first floor had small eating area off to the left of the entrance, a stair case straight ahead leading up to the rooms, and the check-in desk just to his right. The man behind it was old and balding, not wanting to part with what little white hair he had left on the bottom of his head. He was squinting through his glasses at a small tubed TV watching the local news. He walked up to the desk and stood for a second hoping his presence would become known to the old man.
After a few moments, when he realized that the man was too captivated by whatever story was on at the moment to notice him, he finally said "Hello," questioningly, hoping the man's hearing was still well enough to pick up on his voice. The man whipped around looking startled and turned up his hearing aid. "Can I help ya young fella?"
"Yessir, I'd like to see if it wouldn't be too much trouble for me to get a room."
The man's face eased into relief and he chuckled. "Well I don't see no harm in it, how long you figure you'll be stayin'?"
"Ah, I don't know, a few days, maybe longer."
"Well, I charge fifteen dollars a night, you'll get a bed, a TV, and a shower with hot water. We serve breakfast at six a.m. sharp if you're wantin' it. Ma cooks up a mean batch of biscuits and gravy every day and on Sundays she fixes hot cakes with maple syrup and some sausage and bacon."
He gave a crooked smile and said, "That sounds just fine to me. I'll give you a sec to get the key and go get my bag."
The man gave him a nod, turned, and went through an open doorway that headed back to the office. He walked back out to his truck to get his lone duffel back. He opened the passenger door of his truck and stopped. He suddenly got a feeling he hadn't had in ages. He felt home. He laughed, shook his head, and grabbed his bag.
As he turned to go back inside he caught a glimpse of a girl crossing the intersection of the stop light he had just passed not long ago. She looked to be maybe twenty-four or twenty-five years old, not much older than he. She had dark brown hair that went a little past her shoulder. She was wearing a long strapless dress that showed off her china doll colored skin. She turned her head towards him and met his gaze. He wasn't sure but he thought he caught a hint of a smile cross her face. He felt his heart begin to flutter deep in his chest. She turned her focus back to whatever destination lie ahead of her and slowly walked out of his view.
When he got back in the hotel the old man was waiting for him with his key, a towel, and a shit eating grin on his face. "See something that caught your fancy out there mister?"
He let out a small sigh and replied, "You know, I don't know."
The old man let loud roaring laugh at this. "Maybe you'll find out soon enough, but then again who the hell knows what they really want? You're in room twelve. It's straight upstairs, last one on the left."
He smiled and nodded and took his towel and key. He clambered up the stairs and made his way down the hallway. It was small, only six rooms on each side of it. He found his and unlocked it. He sat his bag down in the doorway and said out loud to no one in particular, "Damn it'll be nice to have four walls around me for once."
The room was quaint. It had a bed and a TV like the old man had said. It had one window overlooking the street with an air conditioning unit in it. Off to the left of the entrance was the bathroom with a small stand up shower.
He walked over to the full sized bed, sat down, slipped off his boots and socks, and fell into a deep state of unconsciousness; still in his jeans and t-shirt.
He got out of his truck and stretched for a full thirty seconds before he realized he was being stared at by two small children; a boy and girl, no more than eight years old. He smiled as they gazed at him with eyes of wonderment and he realized he must have been a sight. He hadn't shaved in five days nor slept decently in almost a week. He looked tired and haggard and as if he had been on the road for centuries.
He had been on the road for a long time, longer than he cared to remember, but this was his life and would be until fate told him otherwise. He waved at the two children and said "Howdy!" They're eyes grew wide with delight and they ran off hand in hand to tell whomever about the strange scruffy man who had just came in to town. He turned on his heel and stepped up onto the sidewalk to go get himself a room with a bed to crash on.
He walked in to the motel and stood for a second to gaze at his new temporary home. It was small, only two floors. The first floor had small eating area off to the left of the entrance, a stair case straight ahead leading up to the rooms, and the check-in desk just to his right. The man behind it was old and balding, not wanting to part with what little white hair he had left on the bottom of his head. He was squinting through his glasses at a small tubed TV watching the local news. He walked up to the desk and stood for a second hoping his presence would become known to the old man.
After a few moments, when he realized that the man was too captivated by whatever story was on at the moment to notice him, he finally said "Hello," questioningly, hoping the man's hearing was still well enough to pick up on his voice. The man whipped around looking startled and turned up his hearing aid. "Can I help ya young fella?"
"Yessir, I'd like to see if it wouldn't be too much trouble for me to get a room."
The man's face eased into relief and he chuckled. "Well I don't see no harm in it, how long you figure you'll be stayin'?"
"Ah, I don't know, a few days, maybe longer."
"Well, I charge fifteen dollars a night, you'll get a bed, a TV, and a shower with hot water. We serve breakfast at six a.m. sharp if you're wantin' it. Ma cooks up a mean batch of biscuits and gravy every day and on Sundays she fixes hot cakes with maple syrup and some sausage and bacon."
He gave a crooked smile and said, "That sounds just fine to me. I'll give you a sec to get the key and go get my bag."
The man gave him a nod, turned, and went through an open doorway that headed back to the office. He walked back out to his truck to get his lone duffel back. He opened the passenger door of his truck and stopped. He suddenly got a feeling he hadn't had in ages. He felt home. He laughed, shook his head, and grabbed his bag.
As he turned to go back inside he caught a glimpse of a girl crossing the intersection of the stop light he had just passed not long ago. She looked to be maybe twenty-four or twenty-five years old, not much older than he. She had dark brown hair that went a little past her shoulder. She was wearing a long strapless dress that showed off her china doll colored skin. She turned her head towards him and met his gaze. He wasn't sure but he thought he caught a hint of a smile cross her face. He felt his heart begin to flutter deep in his chest. She turned her focus back to whatever destination lie ahead of her and slowly walked out of his view.
When he got back in the hotel the old man was waiting for him with his key, a towel, and a shit eating grin on his face. "See something that caught your fancy out there mister?"
He let out a small sigh and replied, "You know, I don't know."
The old man let loud roaring laugh at this. "Maybe you'll find out soon enough, but then again who the hell knows what they really want? You're in room twelve. It's straight upstairs, last one on the left."
He smiled and nodded and took his towel and key. He clambered up the stairs and made his way down the hallway. It was small, only six rooms on each side of it. He found his and unlocked it. He sat his bag down in the doorway and said out loud to no one in particular, "Damn it'll be nice to have four walls around me for once."
The room was quaint. It had a bed and a TV like the old man had said. It had one window overlooking the street with an air conditioning unit in it. Off to the left of the entrance was the bathroom with a small stand up shower.
He walked over to the full sized bed, sat down, slipped off his boots and socks, and fell into a deep state of unconsciousness; still in his jeans and t-shirt.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
My Top Ten Favorite Videos of All Time
When I first came up with this idea I didn't realize how daunting of a task this was going to be. I already had in mind some "for sures" that would be on this list but then my memory went into overdrive and my list kept growing. I had to implement and Honorable Mention list just for this very reason. There were some videos that I felt just had to have some kind of recognition. But alas, I was able to narrow it down to ten.
For the most part (you're damn right I started this sentence with a preposition!) these are all videos from my youth. Back when MTV stilled played good music--for that matter back when they played music at all-- and it wasn't overrun with crap artists like Kanye West and The Black Eyed Peas. Yes, what MTV plays nowadays is crap and to think otherwise is to have no taste in music at all. Our idea of "music" in this century needs some serious re-evaluation.
So, without further ado here is my "list". All videos will be provided with a link if you want to watch them.
Honorable Mentions:
Foo Fighters- Everlong
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4H0BMfqFP9c
ZZ Top- Legs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLiC5hf-DJc
Dynamite Hack- Boyz N the Hood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsqONjjMDfw
Beastie Boys- Intergalactic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDS83yrM30Y
Foo Fighters- Big Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhfWzCPRPtg
Rob Zombie- Living Dead Girl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqHcD6tv2po
Offspring- Pretty Fly ( For a White Guy )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7-E1qTVJgE
Blind Melon- No Rain--who doesn't love the tap dancing bumblebee girl????
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYlAwvz8uwc
Eminem- My Name Is
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmdRauWVbwg
The Top Ten
10) Bloodhound Gang- Bad Touch (Discovery Channel Song)
Lets get this list started like they do on the Discovery Channel! The boys from the Bloodhound Gang had me on the floor laughing the entire video with this one. By the way, did anyone else that had this CD notice that the CD itself was peach and around the hole it said insert tongue here? If you did and you happened to stick your tongue in the hole as instructed you would've realized that it looked like a boob as I did!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTW8oUV8Aq0
9) Korn- Freak On a Leash
This video definitely contains some kick ass animation from the creator of one of my favorite comic books growing up, Todd McFarlane. Last good video Korn made.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fY_yjPvHQwY
8) MC Hammer- U Can't Touch This
Parachute pants...nuff said! Kanye, take fucking notes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
7) Nirvana- In Bloom
Any video that shows Kurt Cobain in a suit and tie and glasses and then in a dress should be included on anybody's top ten list. Not to mention that this is just a kick ass song. Watch Dave Grohl in the background.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InQWcq8_VPg
6) Gavin Rossdale- Glycerine
Not the original video for this song but I happen to like this one much better. This is from back when you actually looked forward to watching MTV's Spring Break. Don't lie fellas, you know when you watched Gavin Rossdale singing in the rain by himself it made you second guess your sexuality for a second!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfatUZ5RDG0
5) Michael Jackson- Smooth Criminal
Growing up this was my absolute favorite Michael Jackson video, so it just felt right to start the Top Five with it. Michael does everything from catching a cue ball and crushing it with his hand to shooting a would be killer without even looking all while showcasing the BEST moves EVER period. You can try to replicate the best but you will always fail ( yes Usher and Justin Timberlake I'm talking to you! ). If there is only one video on this list that you watch please make it this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex30DYwQlHU
4) Nirvana- The Man Who Sold the World ( Unplugged )
This concert should go down as MTV's best Unplugged show ever. I was elated when they cut this song into a video. There's no theatrics or anything in this video but I still love it. It always brings a certain sadness to my soul watching this video knowing that we will never have the pleasure of watching Kurt Cobain perform live again except through old videos like this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=209ArurxVG4
4) Foo Fighters- My Hero
No you're not seeing a typo, I had a tie for 4 because I could not leave this song off my list. I've always thought that a great song makes a great video. Such is the case here. This has, and always will be, my favorite Foo Fighters song and the video still gives me chills watching it. I felt it fitting to include it here since Dave Grohl wrote this song about Kurt Cobain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVKDQgT_b-Y
3) Weezer- Buddy Holly
Just freaking great video directed by Spike Jonze. The whole premise of Weezer playing at Al's from Happy Days was just awesome. Who can honestly say that they didn't love watching the Fonz dance to this song??!! Please try the fish!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiIC5qcXeNU
2) Michael Jackson- Thriller
I don't think any words or witty banter could describe the magnitude of this video and the impact that it had on Pop Culture. I think Dave Chappelle said it best when he said, "He made Thriller dog; Thriller." Nobody can deny that as a kid the end of this video, when his eyes turn, scared the absolute shit out of you! This sets the standard for videos even today. Mayme don't watch this, it has dancing zombies in it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8
1) Beastie Boys- Sabotage
Now I know there are those of you who will say "How in the hell can can he put this video ahead of Thriller? He must be crazy!" My rebuttal to you is this; yes, I am crazy and this is my damn list and this is my ALL TIME favorite video. My whole reason for creating this list was because of this video. I heard the song on the radio the other day and I thought to myself, now this was a damn good video! And by George it was and still is! They don't make 'em like this anymore...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE
So that's it folks, my Top Ten ( or eleven ). Feel free to make your own top tens and leave them in my comment box with links if you can find them. Hope you enjoyed! Until next time, keep hope alive!
For the most part (you're damn right I started this sentence with a preposition!) these are all videos from my youth. Back when MTV stilled played good music--for that matter back when they played music at all-- and it wasn't overrun with crap artists like Kanye West and The Black Eyed Peas. Yes, what MTV plays nowadays is crap and to think otherwise is to have no taste in music at all. Our idea of "music" in this century needs some serious re-evaluation.
So, without further ado here is my "list". All videos will be provided with a link if you want to watch them.
Honorable Mentions:
Foo Fighters- Everlong
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4H0BMfqFP9c
ZZ Top- Legs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLiC5hf-DJc
Dynamite Hack- Boyz N the Hood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsqONjjMDfw
Beastie Boys- Intergalactic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDS83yrM30Y
Foo Fighters- Big Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GhfWzCPRPtg
Rob Zombie- Living Dead Girl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqHcD6tv2po
Offspring- Pretty Fly ( For a White Guy )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7-E1qTVJgE
Blind Melon- No Rain--who doesn't love the tap dancing bumblebee girl????
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYlAwvz8uwc
Eminem- My Name Is
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CmdRauWVbwg
The Top Ten
10) Bloodhound Gang- Bad Touch (Discovery Channel Song)
Lets get this list started like they do on the Discovery Channel! The boys from the Bloodhound Gang had me on the floor laughing the entire video with this one. By the way, did anyone else that had this CD notice that the CD itself was peach and around the hole it said insert tongue here? If you did and you happened to stick your tongue in the hole as instructed you would've realized that it looked like a boob as I did!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTW8oUV8Aq0
9) Korn- Freak On a Leash
This video definitely contains some kick ass animation from the creator of one of my favorite comic books growing up, Todd McFarlane. Last good video Korn made.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fY_yjPvHQwY
8) MC Hammer- U Can't Touch This
Parachute pants...nuff said! Kanye, take fucking notes.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otCpCn0l4Wo
7) Nirvana- In Bloom
Any video that shows Kurt Cobain in a suit and tie and glasses and then in a dress should be included on anybody's top ten list. Not to mention that this is just a kick ass song. Watch Dave Grohl in the background.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InQWcq8_VPg
6) Gavin Rossdale- Glycerine
Not the original video for this song but I happen to like this one much better. This is from back when you actually looked forward to watching MTV's Spring Break. Don't lie fellas, you know when you watched Gavin Rossdale singing in the rain by himself it made you second guess your sexuality for a second!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfatUZ5RDG0
5) Michael Jackson- Smooth Criminal
Growing up this was my absolute favorite Michael Jackson video, so it just felt right to start the Top Five with it. Michael does everything from catching a cue ball and crushing it with his hand to shooting a would be killer without even looking all while showcasing the BEST moves EVER period. You can try to replicate the best but you will always fail ( yes Usher and Justin Timberlake I'm talking to you! ). If there is only one video on this list that you watch please make it this one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex30DYwQlHU
4) Nirvana- The Man Who Sold the World ( Unplugged )
This concert should go down as MTV's best Unplugged show ever. I was elated when they cut this song into a video. There's no theatrics or anything in this video but I still love it. It always brings a certain sadness to my soul watching this video knowing that we will never have the pleasure of watching Kurt Cobain perform live again except through old videos like this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=209ArurxVG4
4) Foo Fighters- My Hero
No you're not seeing a typo, I had a tie for 4 because I could not leave this song off my list. I've always thought that a great song makes a great video. Such is the case here. This has, and always will be, my favorite Foo Fighters song and the video still gives me chills watching it. I felt it fitting to include it here since Dave Grohl wrote this song about Kurt Cobain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVKDQgT_b-Y
3) Weezer- Buddy Holly
Just freaking great video directed by Spike Jonze. The whole premise of Weezer playing at Al's from Happy Days was just awesome. Who can honestly say that they didn't love watching the Fonz dance to this song??!! Please try the fish!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiIC5qcXeNU
2) Michael Jackson- Thriller
I don't think any words or witty banter could describe the magnitude of this video and the impact that it had on Pop Culture. I think Dave Chappelle said it best when he said, "He made Thriller dog; Thriller." Nobody can deny that as a kid the end of this video, when his eyes turn, scared the absolute shit out of you! This sets the standard for videos even today. Mayme don't watch this, it has dancing zombies in it!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8
1) Beastie Boys- Sabotage
Now I know there are those of you who will say "How in the hell can can he put this video ahead of Thriller? He must be crazy!" My rebuttal to you is this; yes, I am crazy and this is my damn list and this is my ALL TIME favorite video. My whole reason for creating this list was because of this video. I heard the song on the radio the other day and I thought to myself, now this was a damn good video! And by George it was and still is! They don't make 'em like this anymore...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE
So that's it folks, my Top Ten ( or eleven ). Feel free to make your own top tens and leave them in my comment box with links if you can find them. Hope you enjoyed! Until next time, keep hope alive!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Feeling frisky...
I have decided that I'm going to really start keeping up with this blog, especially since my last blog was the first one since April and only the second altogether.
I'm sitting in my chair at work keeping the small municipal cities of this great metropolitan safe (read that with a sarcastic tone of voice in your head) and just realized I am, for some strange reason, enamored with the phrase "feeling frisky." Myself and a co-worker were discussing our options for food which, at this time of night, makes for a short winded conversation. I started naming our options that were close, Taco Bell, McDonalds, and of course the "Porcelain Palace." Then I said, and I quote, "And there's Steak and Shake and Denny's across the bridge, if you're feeling frisky."
Sitting here bored, listening to a quiet radio, with a growling stomach, I started thinking about what I just said. I began to ponder the phrase "feeling frisky" as a philosopher would ponder the meaning of life. So, in my infinite boredom, I began to research my newly dubbed favorite saying with the help of the all knowing Google. As for the phrase itself, I didn't find much, but I did find that it was used alot. By the way have you ever ran your own name through Google??
urbanydictionary.com didn't have a definition for "feeling frisky" but it did give a definition for the word frisky. According to the website frisky means possesing a sexual feeling and gives a synonym of horny. It also uses it in a sentence. "He was feeling frisky, so he touched her." "Feeling frisky" itself was found in the definition for OTP. For those of you who don't know OTP stands for on "on the prowl." Here is urbandictionary.com's definition: OTP means On The Prowl!!! as in "feeling frisky" like a cat who is out on the hunt to get her prey! It can be used in a sexy way (like "she is looking to get some tonight"), or in a joking way about being overly desperate about being on the hunt for anyone. I will also post for you the usage of OTP in a sentence which they gave as I quite enjoyed it and would like to bring a little light into your life as well. "When she saw her friend(who was wearing a short, tight red dress and high heels, looking very sexy), she exclaimed, "Oooh! I see you are OTP tonight!" Yep, someone was actually serious when they wrote that!
The next page that I found I will just post the link to because you just have to see it for yourself.
http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/f/feeling_frisky.asp
There was also a website called friskyradio.com As I am at a computer that has no sound I was unable to listen to the music that was on there.
Wikipedia gave me an empty search. Damn you Wikipedia!!!
As I am now bored with this research, I believe it is time to stop and actually go get food. This, folks, is what happens when you combine boredom, an empty stomach, and a crossword puzzle that your stuck on. Until next time...
I'm sitting in my chair at work keeping the small municipal cities of this great metropolitan safe (read that with a sarcastic tone of voice in your head) and just realized I am, for some strange reason, enamored with the phrase "feeling frisky." Myself and a co-worker were discussing our options for food which, at this time of night, makes for a short winded conversation. I started naming our options that were close, Taco Bell, McDonalds, and of course the "Porcelain Palace." Then I said, and I quote, "And there's Steak and Shake and Denny's across the bridge, if you're feeling frisky."
Sitting here bored, listening to a quiet radio, with a growling stomach, I started thinking about what I just said. I began to ponder the phrase "feeling frisky" as a philosopher would ponder the meaning of life. So, in my infinite boredom, I began to research my newly dubbed favorite saying with the help of the all knowing Google. As for the phrase itself, I didn't find much, but I did find that it was used alot. By the way have you ever ran your own name through Google??
urbanydictionary.com didn't have a definition for "feeling frisky" but it did give a definition for the word frisky. According to the website frisky means possesing a sexual feeling and gives a synonym of horny. It also uses it in a sentence. "He was feeling frisky, so he touched her." "Feeling frisky" itself was found in the definition for OTP. For those of you who don't know OTP stands for on "on the prowl." Here is urbandictionary.com's definition: OTP means On The Prowl!!! as in "feeling frisky" like a cat who is out on the hunt to get her prey! It can be used in a sexy way (like "she is looking to get some tonight"), or in a joking way about being overly desperate about being on the hunt for anyone. I will also post for you the usage of OTP in a sentence which they gave as I quite enjoyed it and would like to bring a little light into your life as well. "When she saw her friend(who was wearing a short, tight red dress and high heels, looking very sexy), she exclaimed, "Oooh! I see you are OTP tonight!" Yep, someone was actually serious when they wrote that!
The next page that I found I will just post the link to because you just have to see it for yourself.
http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/f/feeling_frisky.asp
There was also a website called friskyradio.com As I am at a computer that has no sound I was unable to listen to the music that was on there.
Wikipedia gave me an empty search. Damn you Wikipedia!!!
As I am now bored with this research, I believe it is time to stop and actually go get food. This, folks, is what happens when you combine boredom, an empty stomach, and a crossword puzzle that your stuck on. Until next time...
Hard Times = Dumb People
I recently read an article on CNN.com that made me see red (I say recently like it was yesterday, actually it was a couple of months ago). The topic of the article was white supremacy groups, i.e. Neo-Nazis and the ever retarded KKK, and how in these hard economic times they are beginning to see a rise in their numbers. I understand that our nation has fallen on hard times and everyone is seeking an answer. Hatred, my friends, is NEVER the answer.
These groups thrive off of hate filled lies and propaganda that belittle other races, creeds, religions, and cultures. In short they are paranoid, anger filled morons who blame other people for their problems instead of pointing a finger at themselves. Surely it was a someone else's fault that you lost your house that you couldn't afford but went ahead and bought anyways, along with the three cars you also couldn't afford, and then lost them all. No, it wasn't your fault you lived beyond your means, not at all.
My personal favorite would be the Neo-Nazis. These unevolved apes still like to follow a man whom I believe to be evil incarnate, Adolf Hitler. I, for one, love my country and the rights that I have living in it, including freedom of speech. But something gets under my skin whenever I see these assholes. Men like my grandfather did not storm the beaches of Normandy, watch their friends and fellow soldiers get mowed down in the hedgerows, and barely survive the freezing winter in knee deep snow in the forests of Bastogne so that you can condone the very thing they were fighting against. Lets not forget that Hitler and the Nazis almost eradicated an entire race of people. To wave that flag and march around spouting hate phrases in German is a slap in the face to every single man and woman that served in Europe in WWII. You should all take your happy asses back to the Fatherland and preach your crap there and stop disrespecting the brave people that risked and, in alot of cases, gave their lives protecting our freedoms from Nazi Germany.
I'm sure that another reason we are seeing a rise in these groups is that we now have a president who is not white. People, I am growing weary of race still being a major factor in our culture. If someone is right for the job, no matter what it is, then the job should be theirs without race or gender playing a major role. Barack Obama was the right man for the job and if Hillary had gotten the nomination over him, she would've had my vote too. For those of you reading this that want to say I'm just a liberalist Democrat, I'm a registered Republican. Although, with the way the Republican party acts anymore, that will soon change.
There are those, including people that I am very close to, that belive Obama is nothing short of the anti-Christ. In my opinion these ideas stem from an older generation and a way of living that is scared of change. Our world and our culture is evolving and those that are not growing with it are going to be left behind. They will end up sitting a dark room in their house, scared to go outside because the world they knew and loved is long gone. Little do they know the world that is out there may be better than they could ever imagine. A world that preaches love, understanding, and acceptance for your fellow human being. Thats right, we are all of the same species no matter what some think and say.
I, for one, usually do not think well of politicians. I think most of them are two-faced liars and backstabbers. They act like they are for the people when, in reality, they have their own agendas that only include themselves and their rich buddies. I do believe, though, that we finally have someone in office who cares about the fate of this nation. Not only is the man overly intelligent, but he seems like your everyday normal guy that you might strike up a conversation with standing in line at the grocery store. I am proud to say that Barack Obama is President of the United States of America and leader of the free world. Change is here folks, it's time to get with the program.
In conclusion, yes, we are in some very tough times, but we have gotten through tougher times before and we will get through these. To turn to hate is nothing short of ingorance. Narrowmindedness can be a very,very scary thing. In the words of a wise short little green man, "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to the dark side."
These groups thrive off of hate filled lies and propaganda that belittle other races, creeds, religions, and cultures. In short they are paranoid, anger filled morons who blame other people for their problems instead of pointing a finger at themselves. Surely it was a someone else's fault that you lost your house that you couldn't afford but went ahead and bought anyways, along with the three cars you also couldn't afford, and then lost them all. No, it wasn't your fault you lived beyond your means, not at all.
My personal favorite would be the Neo-Nazis. These unevolved apes still like to follow a man whom I believe to be evil incarnate, Adolf Hitler. I, for one, love my country and the rights that I have living in it, including freedom of speech. But something gets under my skin whenever I see these assholes. Men like my grandfather did not storm the beaches of Normandy, watch their friends and fellow soldiers get mowed down in the hedgerows, and barely survive the freezing winter in knee deep snow in the forests of Bastogne so that you can condone the very thing they were fighting against. Lets not forget that Hitler and the Nazis almost eradicated an entire race of people. To wave that flag and march around spouting hate phrases in German is a slap in the face to every single man and woman that served in Europe in WWII. You should all take your happy asses back to the Fatherland and preach your crap there and stop disrespecting the brave people that risked and, in alot of cases, gave their lives protecting our freedoms from Nazi Germany.
I'm sure that another reason we are seeing a rise in these groups is that we now have a president who is not white. People, I am growing weary of race still being a major factor in our culture. If someone is right for the job, no matter what it is, then the job should be theirs without race or gender playing a major role. Barack Obama was the right man for the job and if Hillary had gotten the nomination over him, she would've had my vote too. For those of you reading this that want to say I'm just a liberalist Democrat, I'm a registered Republican. Although, with the way the Republican party acts anymore, that will soon change.
There are those, including people that I am very close to, that belive Obama is nothing short of the anti-Christ. In my opinion these ideas stem from an older generation and a way of living that is scared of change. Our world and our culture is evolving and those that are not growing with it are going to be left behind. They will end up sitting a dark room in their house, scared to go outside because the world they knew and loved is long gone. Little do they know the world that is out there may be better than they could ever imagine. A world that preaches love, understanding, and acceptance for your fellow human being. Thats right, we are all of the same species no matter what some think and say.
I, for one, usually do not think well of politicians. I think most of them are two-faced liars and backstabbers. They act like they are for the people when, in reality, they have their own agendas that only include themselves and their rich buddies. I do believe, though, that we finally have someone in office who cares about the fate of this nation. Not only is the man overly intelligent, but he seems like your everyday normal guy that you might strike up a conversation with standing in line at the grocery store. I am proud to say that Barack Obama is President of the United States of America and leader of the free world. Change is here folks, it's time to get with the program.
In conclusion, yes, we are in some very tough times, but we have gotten through tougher times before and we will get through these. To turn to hate is nothing short of ingorance. Narrowmindedness can be a very,very scary thing. In the words of a wise short little green man, "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to the dark side."
Thursday, April 16, 2009
That Someone Special
This will be my first blog on here. I named this my crappy blog because honestly it's probably not going to be that good. I don't have a vast vocabulary and my grammar is ok at best. But for those of you who read, thank you and feel free to leave any comments or maybe pointers that you have for me.
Since this is my first blog on here I figured I would do it about someone that I have in my life who has become very,very important to me. This is not the entire story, just a short version of it.
From the very first night I met her I knew that there was something special about her. She was wearing a dress and was just absolutely stunning. I had the hardest time taking my eyes off of her the entire night. We talked and joked and laughed the entire night and I think from that very first moment I was lost. But the fact was that at that point I had a girlfriend so any feelings I had for her I put aside.
The weeks and months passed and we became very close friends. There was a sexual tension between us that kept growing and growing until eventually you could cut it with a knife, but nothing came of it, yet (not for lack of trying on my part but that's another story for another day) I kept falling for her more and more but I thought that there was no chance she felt the same way for me. She was smart, funny, down right beautiful, and by far the coolest girl I had ever met. I had never met anyone like her before. She was her own person and didn't care what anyone else thought. Everything just felt right when I was around her. I think after just a couple of months I had completely fallen for her, but there was still the girlfriend issue.
I always tried to throw subtle hints to her hoping maybe she would catch on not to mention all the flirting I did. Must have made people around us sick to see me flirting with her like a teenage boy. Finally, one drunken night, I sent her a text confessing to her that I had fallen for her. Maybe not the smartest move considering all the beer I had drank, but who hasn't done something they thought was dumb when they were drunk lol. But I pretty much got the feeling at that point that she did not share the same feelings. In my drunken state I was crushed.
Another month or so went by and we remained very close friends and I still kept falling for her more and more each day. My heart yearned to be with her even though my mind knew that there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell of that ever happened, and yes I was still with my girlfriend at the time.
There was a day though that we were joking and flirting like always (and I like always I had the damndest time keeping my eyes off of her) but something seemed different. It seemed like there was a new level to the closeness. I quickly put it into the back of my head because I knew that there was still no chance of me ever being with this girl. Then one fateful morning it happened.
I had met her for breakfast and afterwards we took her car and went to the mall. I could tell again that there was something different going on between us but again I kept putting it in the back of my mind. After about an hour or so in the mall she took me back to my car she confessed to me that she had feelings for me, not just physical, which we both admitted we had for each other a long time ago, but emotional. I acted calm and even to this day I don't know how. The way I was feeling inside you would've thought I had just won the lottery.
She brought me back to my car, my heart was racing, my knees were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I felt like a teenage boy who's about to have sex for the first time, my head was spinning. I don't know what came over me but something in my mind finally just said screw it and I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed back. I was blown away (and she told me later on that night that she was too ). On the drive home I was oblivious to everything else. All I kept thinking about was that moment when my lips met hers and time just seemed to stop. I'm damn glad I did not cause a wreck!
This is the point of the story where I don't feel I need to get into details, sorry for anybody reading this. Let's just say one thing led to another, me and the girlfriend broke up (wish I could say that it was an easy and clean break up but, it was anything but) and now me and the girl that I had wanted for the longest time are together. I am the happiest that I have been in a very,very long time.
She is everything that I have ever wanted and being with her is everything that I dreamed it would be. Like I said before she's smart, funny, stunningly beautiful, and the coolest girl I have ever met, and I truly mean that when I say it. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it feels to be with her, not to mention how absolutely fucking great (for lack of a better phrase at this point lol) the sex is. I call her my sexual oasis, she calls me her sexual god.
I love spending time with her, if I could I think I would spend every minute of every day with her. It's nice to go out with friends to bars or go to dinner and act, as she likes to put it, "couply."
We can hold a conversation for the longest time and yet it will seem like it's only been a few minutes. I love to hold her close in my arms while we sleep and be able to feel her breathe and I still to this day have the damndest time keeping my eyes off of her. I feel such a strong connection with her on such a different level that I have honestly never felt before with another person. It's exhilirating. I could go on and on like this but it might take up a couple of pages!
We have been apart for almost 25 days now as she is traveling around the Emerald Isle. Let me tell you that it has been hell for me lol. Not being able to touch her or smell her, or see her has been killing me. I know she is having the time of her life and I wouldn't want it any other way but there is that small selfish part of me that wishes she was right here next to me. Each day without her has been so damn lonely. My heart feels empty and I don't feel like myself without her here.
We have sent each other a ton of emails and she the past couple of weeks she has called almost once a day atleast if she can. Her calling has made a huge difference in making getting through this easier on me. Just being able to hear her voice, and hear her laugh helps get me through the days until she gets back.
She gets in on Sunday night and I will get to see her Monday morning. I'm anxiously counting down every second like a kid at Christmas until then. Today is her birthday and I wish I could be there this morning to tell her happy birthday when she wakes up. Instead I'd like to take this moment to say Happy Birthday Heather! I'll be thinking about you all day and I hope you have the best birthday you've ever had being you are in Ireland! I'll be thinking about you all night and all day (honestly I haven't stopped since the moment you left!). I miss you...
For everyone else thanks for reading. I'm going to try and keep up with this as much as possible. You're more than welcome to stop back in and read!
Since this is my first blog on here I figured I would do it about someone that I have in my life who has become very,very important to me. This is not the entire story, just a short version of it.
From the very first night I met her I knew that there was something special about her. She was wearing a dress and was just absolutely stunning. I had the hardest time taking my eyes off of her the entire night. We talked and joked and laughed the entire night and I think from that very first moment I was lost. But the fact was that at that point I had a girlfriend so any feelings I had for her I put aside.
The weeks and months passed and we became very close friends. There was a sexual tension between us that kept growing and growing until eventually you could cut it with a knife, but nothing came of it, yet (not for lack of trying on my part but that's another story for another day) I kept falling for her more and more but I thought that there was no chance she felt the same way for me. She was smart, funny, down right beautiful, and by far the coolest girl I had ever met. I had never met anyone like her before. She was her own person and didn't care what anyone else thought. Everything just felt right when I was around her. I think after just a couple of months I had completely fallen for her, but there was still the girlfriend issue.
I always tried to throw subtle hints to her hoping maybe she would catch on not to mention all the flirting I did. Must have made people around us sick to see me flirting with her like a teenage boy. Finally, one drunken night, I sent her a text confessing to her that I had fallen for her. Maybe not the smartest move considering all the beer I had drank, but who hasn't done something they thought was dumb when they were drunk lol. But I pretty much got the feeling at that point that she did not share the same feelings. In my drunken state I was crushed.
Another month or so went by and we remained very close friends and I still kept falling for her more and more each day. My heart yearned to be with her even though my mind knew that there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell of that ever happened, and yes I was still with my girlfriend at the time.
There was a day though that we were joking and flirting like always (and I like always I had the damndest time keeping my eyes off of her) but something seemed different. It seemed like there was a new level to the closeness. I quickly put it into the back of my head because I knew that there was still no chance of me ever being with this girl. Then one fateful morning it happened.
I had met her for breakfast and afterwards we took her car and went to the mall. I could tell again that there was something different going on between us but again I kept putting it in the back of my mind. After about an hour or so in the mall she took me back to my car she confessed to me that she had feelings for me, not just physical, which we both admitted we had for each other a long time ago, but emotional. I acted calm and even to this day I don't know how. The way I was feeling inside you would've thought I had just won the lottery.
She brought me back to my car, my heart was racing, my knees were shaking, and my hands were sweating. I felt like a teenage boy who's about to have sex for the first time, my head was spinning. I don't know what came over me but something in my mind finally just said screw it and I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed back. I was blown away (and she told me later on that night that she was too ). On the drive home I was oblivious to everything else. All I kept thinking about was that moment when my lips met hers and time just seemed to stop. I'm damn glad I did not cause a wreck!
This is the point of the story where I don't feel I need to get into details, sorry for anybody reading this. Let's just say one thing led to another, me and the girlfriend broke up (wish I could say that it was an easy and clean break up but, it was anything but) and now me and the girl that I had wanted for the longest time are together. I am the happiest that I have been in a very,very long time.
She is everything that I have ever wanted and being with her is everything that I dreamed it would be. Like I said before she's smart, funny, stunningly beautiful, and the coolest girl I have ever met, and I truly mean that when I say it. I can't even begin to describe how amazing it feels to be with her, not to mention how absolutely fucking great (for lack of a better phrase at this point lol) the sex is. I call her my sexual oasis, she calls me her sexual god.
I love spending time with her, if I could I think I would spend every minute of every day with her. It's nice to go out with friends to bars or go to dinner and act, as she likes to put it, "couply."
We can hold a conversation for the longest time and yet it will seem like it's only been a few minutes. I love to hold her close in my arms while we sleep and be able to feel her breathe and I still to this day have the damndest time keeping my eyes off of her. I feel such a strong connection with her on such a different level that I have honestly never felt before with another person. It's exhilirating. I could go on and on like this but it might take up a couple of pages!
We have been apart for almost 25 days now as she is traveling around the Emerald Isle. Let me tell you that it has been hell for me lol. Not being able to touch her or smell her, or see her has been killing me. I know she is having the time of her life and I wouldn't want it any other way but there is that small selfish part of me that wishes she was right here next to me. Each day without her has been so damn lonely. My heart feels empty and I don't feel like myself without her here.
We have sent each other a ton of emails and she the past couple of weeks she has called almost once a day atleast if she can. Her calling has made a huge difference in making getting through this easier on me. Just being able to hear her voice, and hear her laugh helps get me through the days until she gets back.
She gets in on Sunday night and I will get to see her Monday morning. I'm anxiously counting down every second like a kid at Christmas until then. Today is her birthday and I wish I could be there this morning to tell her happy birthday when she wakes up. Instead I'd like to take this moment to say Happy Birthday Heather! I'll be thinking about you all day and I hope you have the best birthday you've ever had being you are in Ireland! I'll be thinking about you all night and all day (honestly I haven't stopped since the moment you left!). I miss you...
For everyone else thanks for reading. I'm going to try and keep up with this as much as possible. You're more than welcome to stop back in and read!
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