Random Drivel

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy, happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a backlit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFO's
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy, happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

The world's a roller coaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
But my hands are busy in the air

I wish you were here

Today we unpacked a whole shit-ton of stuff. I got my computer set up, and we hooked up Phil's subwoofer to my stereo and were blasting music with deep bass. Very nice. We went to wal-mart and bought an entertainment center for the TV (because the one we got with the room sucks) and we figured it'd be cheaper than building one. We got the wrong size so we gotta take it back for a new one. We stopped by the store to pick up some drinks, and came back to finish setting up the living room sans TV. The three blacklights work out great in the living room, we can not have any real lights on if we want. We also bought two lamps, that we are going to have flank the TV. My wireless finally works, so I'm tyoing this from my bed. My desktop looks great on the desk, and my blacklight is behind it shining up. Class Thursday, gotta buy books tomorrow or somethin…

Yesterday was Anthony's birthday. He would have been 18 years old. He would be starting college. He would be all grown up, and his own man. But to me, he's still the 3-month old brother I laid to rest 18 years ago. Some days, I wonder what my life would have been like with a brother, someone not too much younger than me, someone I could have hung around with, joked around, wrestled with, gone out and partied with, been there for me like I'd have been there for him. I'm sure there would have been times I hated it, too. But all I ever think about are the good times we could have had.

Happy Birthday, brother. I know you're up there, watching over us. Looking out for us. Praying for us.

Got to Rose last night about 8:30, got my shit up the stairs with the help of my roommates. Apartment looks nice, I'll post pics later. We might be building a loft a little later, and we've got a lot of shit to unpack. The stereo is still sitting on the table, waiting to get hooked up. We have to figure out where we are going to put it. We have our own air conditioning, so we have the room set at like 68 degrees… it felt great sleeping last night.

Got a few of my magazines in the mail, not sure where the rest are. Gonna have to check and make sure they shipped. Tranter started hanging up some posters on the wall, a Coors Light STL Rams schedule and a Coors banner, and we got the blacklights set up. My desktop is still in its box, I need to first configure the wireless router so that we have wireless in the room. Right now I'm using my laptop on the couch in the living room. Ok, gonna go try and do that…

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say …

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

And I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Today was mine and Meridith's last day at work. Some of my co-workers decided to take me out to Bleacher Bums for drinks after work! Me and Meridith went over after work was over at 5 and hung out for a while.

I wanna give some shoutouts:

To Adam, Tylor, Brian and Katrina for each buying me a shot of Tequila, and to Sheri, Wade, Jenni, John, Tim, Tim C., Wes, JT, and all the other cool people that showed up to say goodbye to me. It really made my day, I felt great knowing everyone appreciated my work at TMA this summer. Meridith is going back to NYU, she leaves Wednesday. I'm leaving Sunday for Rose. I'm going to miss all the people at TMA, its a great place to work.

Wow. I drank a lot at Bleachers (everyone bought me stuff, I spent like ten bucks cause I bought me and Tylor shots of Jack, and I bought myself two beers). Afterward went to Tim's to play poker, I came in first! 9 people played so I got 45 bucks (minus the 10 I paid to play) so that rocks!

I'll write more tomorrow I'm tired and I need sleep and blah and… haha nighttime

Junior: To me, it doesn't make sense that you gotta pray facing a certain way. If God's everywhere, shouldn't you be able to, you know face any which way when you pray? Like is his reciever somewhere in the middle east and he's listening to the reciever or something? I don't know.

Garcia: Yeah thats like I have a plan with God, but its like a bad cell plan, it doesn't work in certain areas.

Junior: 5 calls a day.

Garcia: That's right. Anytime. See, I got anytime minutes with my god.

Junior: Hallelujah.

Garcia: 24/7.

My grandmother is in the hospital… she's sick. She doesn't feel good. I called her today to say hello and see how she is doing, and she doesn't sound well but she does sound optimistic. She thinks she'll be able to get out within the week. She said that I should come up and visit her for her birthday this year in September. I will definitely do that.

This morning my family and I went out to eat lunch at Olive Garden. We talked about me getting my new car, trying to convince my dad its a good idea. As long as I'm paying for it, then he claims it doesn't matter what he says. But I've always been the type of guy to get approval from people when I make big decisions. I just want his opinion, because he's been there and bought cars before. I'm not sure if I'll go to Fayetteville this weekend, Ryan and Kate might come in to Tulsa instead. I need to start packing.

This afternoon, I got my sunglasses! We went to Sunglass Hut, and I decided on the silver frames instead of the black ones. So I got the same ones as the picture I posted the other day. They look great. I still don't know if I'm going to sell my old ones or if I should just keep them, I'll figure it out. Glad I decided on a new pair, these look much nicer.

Went to Mass this evening, and I'm probably not doing anything the rest of tonight. I'm going to get some sleep early so I'm rested for work.

I hope my Grandma feels better, so that I can go visit her next month!

She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
She's always worried about things like that
She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all
She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
And she only sleeps when it's raining
And she screams and her voice is straining

She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
But outside it's stopped raining

She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

She says baby
It's 3 am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
Says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it

I woke up this morning around 8:30 or so, I was supposed to go to the Post Office to do my passport, but then my dad figured out they aren't open on Saturday. I wish I woulda figured that out before I woke up!

I had this weird dream last night that someone stole my license plate. Yeah. Not only did they steal it, but they replaced it with a fake one. Who would do such a thing? And why? And why bother giving me a fake one? Who knows. Weird. Also, the fake one only had three letters instead of six… also weird.

I organized most of my music in iTunes today, getting ready to put it on my iPod. Then I took a nap…

Around 6:30 my dad called and said my sister was about to go to the finals in her volleyball tournament. So I drove down to Union to watch her play. She did awesome. Drove back afterwards, at around 9pm, and made some pizza and french fries… Now I'm just watching TV. I hope I get to sleep in tomorrow!

One more week!