Saturday, December 25, 2004
Did you ever have one of those nights where everything is beautiful. But not just bubblegum happy. Happy like mewithoutyouhappy or Damien Rice happy. Eternal Sunshine on the Spotless Mind happy. Everything will be ok. And by that I mean things will happen, we will all make the best of them, then something will make us smile. I like to think that the sucky things can make us smile. The cats are running around the kitchen. I saw a movie tonight with my friends and family. My grandparents love me. I had a heart to heart with an ex-girlfriend last night. Life is happening. I'm a happy guy. That's all. Nights like this ask for song writing but I'm just afraid that, as it has been for a long time now, I'll sit down to write and nothing will come out. That's so frustrating, especially when listening to Death Cab for Cutie.
I love my parents. I want the best for them. I can feel the love at home right now. Everybody Loves Raymond, The Ref, and Meet the Fockers are halarious right now because I can't relate at all. People's families are like that? Crazy. I love my family very much and I enjoy the smiles I can give them here and there. Music is a wonderful gift. I remember how happy they were after my recitals this year. Dancing. Smiling. Jokes. I roll my eyes. This is life. It's happening. I'm happy. I'm alive. Shouldn't they be the same thing? This shows you the mood I'm in, no?
I dread tomorrow morning. I'm sure it'll be fine. Everything's always fine. It happens. I just question my choices tomorrow. Should I say anything. Does the prisoner scream or just wait til his day of escape? When something's wrong and I can't change it do I just let it be? Or can I change it? I feel like I still have the trust to sneak in behind the lines and save my friends. Truth, or non-truth is still possible here. Well, I wouldn't want to make this decision prematurely. Should be fun.
I'm alive!
Kate, I love you. Thanks for the Merry Christmas. And yes, Owen, Jeff Buckley. Good stuff, no? Friends soon we'll be together and fun will be had. Peace will be restored. Good luck across the country my friends. Cheers!
I love my parents. I want the best for them. I can feel the love at home right now. Everybody Loves Raymond, The Ref, and Meet the Fockers are halarious right now because I can't relate at all. People's families are like that? Crazy. I love my family very much and I enjoy the smiles I can give them here and there. Music is a wonderful gift. I remember how happy they were after my recitals this year. Dancing. Smiling. Jokes. I roll my eyes. This is life. It's happening. I'm happy. I'm alive. Shouldn't they be the same thing? This shows you the mood I'm in, no?
I dread tomorrow morning. I'm sure it'll be fine. Everything's always fine. It happens. I just question my choices tomorrow. Should I say anything. Does the prisoner scream or just wait til his day of escape? When something's wrong and I can't change it do I just let it be? Or can I change it? I feel like I still have the trust to sneak in behind the lines and save my friends. Truth, or non-truth is still possible here. Well, I wouldn't want to make this decision prematurely. Should be fun.
I'm alive!
Kate, I love you. Thanks for the Merry Christmas. And yes, Owen, Jeff Buckley. Good stuff, no? Friends soon we'll be together and fun will be had. Peace will be restored. Good luck across the country my friends. Cheers!
