I've been talking a LOT about school lately and I miss it soooo much. It keeps coming up like a sign. Which is great because I absolutely love it and can't wait to be back at it. The IRS is holding me up but I'm going to just have to pay I guess. Thanks to the advice I mentioned in another blog I wrote, I'm thinking of changing my major but we'll see. I'm just ready to get back on campus and talk to people and flourish like the butterfly I am. Anyone else go to school and/or think about it? Wanna go back with me?
You know, it occurs to me.
I just figured out my Halloween costume and am really excited for it!
Why are memories usually more precious to me than anyone else? I'm starting to feel like a freak or something. Like, I really cherish moments and don't take the little things for granted and I romanticize things that others just don't, apparently. Andy, during his leaving The Office, says, 'Why can't we realize the good times while they're happening' (or something similar) and I feel like I do, fairly well. I never want special nights to end, I want to live in moments forever but I feel like I'm usually the only one who even notices. I literally fight sleep to hold on knowing that this very time can never be again, exactly. What the hell is wrong with me?
It's nice when someone shows you that you matter sometimes.
Tonight, I'm going to go outside, open all the windows in the truck and just sit in there and listen to the night happening around me. Centering ones self is pretty damn important I'm learning.
I never believed in the Easter bunny. Care to tell me why that seemed so unrealistic but the tooth fairy and Santa seemed legit? Where's the logic in that shit?
Time is a tricky thing, isn't it? A lot of talk about it, a lot of controversy as to whether it's linear or not. I think it's crazy how, with every single tick, things are constantly evolving. Sometimes that's a good thing, others it isn't. It can allow one to accomplish, one to create something beautiful or something terrible, a child to be born, a loved one to pass, another to hurt and another to heal. Soothe me, mama, soothe me.
My friend Ryan and I recently spoke of a snack food called 'Cruncha Bungas'. I know this sounds disgusting but... doesn't it sound like crunchy butthole snacks? BUT, it's legitimate, looky looky to your right.
Thanks everyone for the love shown towards my music, I couldn't begin to tell you how amazing it has been. The kindness, the generosity of those who took the time to listen and write me, it's been incredible and so, so very needed right now. Thanks so much! I've always tried to put myself into my songs and just be honest. I like to think that, if you know me, you know that's where I am when you listen, that's what I was dealing with and it's painfully clear. Some play to entertain, some play to provoke, and I do sometimes as well, but mainly I try to just be as vivid and realistic as I can about what puts me in the mood to write whichever song it is. I've always wanted to change the world, like a lot of artists do, which means I'm hoping that I can change it for even just one person who feels alone with whatever they're dealing with. If you change one persons world for the better, if you can be there for them when they need you, you just made your mark on the world. I've been asked to play a show later this year AND I'm looking to a band again. EEEEEH! Yep, that's the girly sound you hear in your head. ;)
Stainless steel? Challenge accepted.
It's true what they say, you know, from out of darkness comes light. Seems like things fall into place sometimes, letting you know that you're doing alright even if you think you aren't. It doesn't necessarily mean things will be like they are forever but it does give you some sort of something to go on, to know that you're making it. If you listen, if you pay attention, you'll see it. I went and saw someone today and it reminded me that we have to take chances and that you'll find yourself somewhere if you care to look. It was a good day.
Fucking ants
They tell you to live each day as if it's your last, I really try my very best to live that way. You can't control how others treat you or what they choose to do but you can do your best and that's good enough. It won't be your fault if you die tomorrow and things aren't perfect.
Here's one of my favorite Irish blessings:
"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand."
You know, it occurs to me.
I just figured out my Halloween costume and am really excited for it!
Why are memories usually more precious to me than anyone else? I'm starting to feel like a freak or something. Like, I really cherish moments and don't take the little things for granted and I romanticize things that others just don't, apparently. Andy, during his leaving The Office, says, 'Why can't we realize the good times while they're happening' (or something similar) and I feel like I do, fairly well. I never want special nights to end, I want to live in moments forever but I feel like I'm usually the only one who even notices. I literally fight sleep to hold on knowing that this very time can never be again, exactly. What the hell is wrong with me?
It's nice when someone shows you that you matter sometimes.
Tonight, I'm going to go outside, open all the windows in the truck and just sit in there and listen to the night happening around me. Centering ones self is pretty damn important I'm learning.
I never believed in the Easter bunny. Care to tell me why that seemed so unrealistic but the tooth fairy and Santa seemed legit? Where's the logic in that shit?Time is a tricky thing, isn't it? A lot of talk about it, a lot of controversy as to whether it's linear or not. I think it's crazy how, with every single tick, things are constantly evolving. Sometimes that's a good thing, others it isn't. It can allow one to accomplish, one to create something beautiful or something terrible, a child to be born, a loved one to pass, another to hurt and another to heal. Soothe me, mama, soothe me.
My friend Ryan and I recently spoke of a snack food called 'Cruncha Bungas'. I know this sounds disgusting but... doesn't it sound like crunchy butthole snacks? BUT, it's legitimate, looky looky to your right.
Thanks everyone for the love shown towards my music, I couldn't begin to tell you how amazing it has been. The kindness, the generosity of those who took the time to listen and write me, it's been incredible and so, so very needed right now. Thanks so much! I've always tried to put myself into my songs and just be honest. I like to think that, if you know me, you know that's where I am when you listen, that's what I was dealing with and it's painfully clear. Some play to entertain, some play to provoke, and I do sometimes as well, but mainly I try to just be as vivid and realistic as I can about what puts me in the mood to write whichever song it is. I've always wanted to change the world, like a lot of artists do, which means I'm hoping that I can change it for even just one person who feels alone with whatever they're dealing with. If you change one persons world for the better, if you can be there for them when they need you, you just made your mark on the world. I've been asked to play a show later this year AND I'm looking to a band again. EEEEEH! Yep, that's the girly sound you hear in your head. ;)
Stainless steel? Challenge accepted.
It's true what they say, you know, from out of darkness comes light. Seems like things fall into place sometimes, letting you know that you're doing alright even if you think you aren't. It doesn't necessarily mean things will be like they are forever but it does give you some sort of something to go on, to know that you're making it. If you listen, if you pay attention, you'll see it. I went and saw someone today and it reminded me that we have to take chances and that you'll find yourself somewhere if you care to look. It was a good day.
Fucking ants
They tell you to live each day as if it's your last, I really try my very best to live that way. You can't control how others treat you or what they choose to do but you can do your best and that's good enough. It won't be your fault if you die tomorrow and things aren't perfect.
Here's one of my favorite Irish blessings:
"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand."
You don't have to be religious to appreciate that, so if you aren't, just accept a nice sentiment.
You may ask why Hank Hill is so obsessed with propane and propane accessories, I ask you why you'd rather taste the heat than the meat.
There are a lot of things where we can't all agree, of course. No one will agree on everything, but somewhere, within our conversations and what we've sort of been pushed into learning by way of life's cute little surprises such as death and loss and love and even something so simple as stopping to smell the roses... there's some truth. We get there by listening, probably more than talking even, though most who listen aren't actually hearing I've learned. Listening to ourselves, to others, to what the world is telling us by it's patterns. I've seen a lot of things that I didn't expect to see but that doesn't mean they aren't real, at least right now. Things evolve from one thing to the next, you just have to hope the ride doesn't lose you somewhere along the way. Me being wrong doesn't make you right necessarily, and sometimes, does it even matter? If we all figure out the right way, what difference does it make? Life's just too damned short.
If the song "My Generation" was written now, it'd be a lot more depressing.
Just because one person thinks you're amazing, doesn't mean anyone else does. Reality, bra.
Do you ever wonder if aliens wonder if we exist, and do studies like we do? I keep hearing news that goes both ways and I'm not sure what I think, but I do think they're out there. In fact, my friend and I have done a lot of shows about it which you can check out at http://www.midnightspookhouse.com. Look for the 'Radio' stuff, I posted a new one recently and never linked it like a dummy. I'd LOVE to hear any stories you have, I'd be happy to read them or you could even come on and tell them yourself if you'd like to!
Getting the little one back to bed early sucks. I have a lot more free time at night now though! Call me, lets talk about it. /Cable Guy quote
Next to nothing in the universe feels better than giving, when you can. Making other people happy, surprising them with random gifts for no reason other than you want to see them feel good and have stuff they want, is one of the absolute greatest feelings on this earth. Even if it does, sometimes, fail. (It does)
Why do they rarely get it right on America's Got Talent?
Why don't we cut out all of this Brussel sprout shit and save everyone some time; baby cabbages.
Pride, I mentioned that last time too. I meant the ugly kind then, not the good kind I don't recall. I think about it a lot, like, I want my Dad to be proud of me, I want to honor him in showing that I've stepped up and, through a lot of sorrow and frustration and fear and even physical hills to climb, managed to keep it all together against what has felt like hell. I believe he knows what I've been going through, I hope he thinks I'm handling everything okay. I don't really know if I am. I'm trying to find myself in the middle of trying to make sure everything is okay for everyone. I'm not afraid of failing, just... you know, it's very new to think you're the one who has to take everything on now. It's an honor to walk in those shoes, I just wish it didn't have to be, you know?
I've yet to meet a song that doesn't sound better on a 12-string than a 6.
I've had a package on my desk for weeks and have no idea what's in it.
When you buy on Amazon, always use smile.amazon.com instead and a portion goes to help sick children! It costs absolutely nothing extra at all and is so helpful! https://smile.amazon.com
Has losing anyone ever really just caused it to hit you that we end up in a box (not the burying kind, the put in a box for storage or burn kind), our whole lives? Sold off, thrown away, a whole life's worth of collecting and wanting and pursuing, all just truly dust in the wind. I hate to drop the mood here, but it keeps hitting me since May. A lot of things change when you lose someone important to you as an adult. Someone said recently that you're changed forever and it's true, you are. What will be in your box? I've been asking myself that a lot lately.
Sometimes you just have to step back and realize that not everyone will see you all the time, but others will.
I have been asked for erasable pens for 2 days now, so I bought some.
I canNOT freaking wait to get my toes in some ocean and my ass (or lack thereof) in some sand soon. Making plans, feeling real finally, looking forward! I've got it all figured out; don't care what I do during the day, spend the entire night looking out across the endless water, just listening to the waves come washing in and cherishing every second of it. Someone will talk to me, oh yes, they will. Haha. If I can't keep people awake and I have to meet them then and there. Ain't no lame asses going to bed ruining it for me. I'm devoted to long nighters on the beach.
