this is my first drunk blog. im doing it for a few reasons: 1,. because its funny 2. because i can't punctuate correctly and 3. no matter how drunk i am i can somehow pass this test of perfect typing and spelling
its all an act!!
but in all seriousness i probably have a lot more indepth things to say, and i could bitch a lot about tonight, or last night, or rave about either, but the fact of the matter is, thats stupid sooooooooooooo moral of the story is im drunk and im posting, and i'd be willing to admit i was a good time tonight!
ill leave it at that
night
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, May 30, 2005
Thursday, May 26, 2005
life is beautiful
You plant a rose
And if the rose comes up
You're thankful to God
And when it doesn't you cuss him
You raise a child
And when the child grows up
You got to learn to let go
If you can't learn to love him
But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe'
Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do
Now I'm not saying only bad news comes
For the people who want it
But you gotta play that music for who's listening
You got to have someone you wanna sing it to
Oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
lue sky cracking and it makes me believe
Oh, hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe'
Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do
Close my eyes, see the glorious sunset
Through the windows of a store and I want it
Anyway, if I ever felt haunted
You were there for me
These angry people who are waiting to judge you
Have their own judgment that they'll have live up to
Open your mouth
And if nothing come through
Remember
You're the one that sings
And it's a gift
And life's a beautiful thing
Oh, don't waste it doll
And if the rose comes up
You're thankful to God
And when it doesn't you cuss him
You raise a child
And when the child grows up
You got to learn to let go
If you can't learn to love him
But, oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe'
Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do
Now I'm not saying only bad news comes
For the people who want it
But you gotta play that music for who's listening
You got to have someone you wanna sing it to
Oh, what a beautiful thing when you sing
Hear all them bells ringing out in the street
lue sky cracking and it makes me believe
Oh, hear all them bells ringing out in the street
Hammer strikes the metal and it makes me believe'
Cause if I don't believe in love
Then I don't believe in you
And I do
Close my eyes, see the glorious sunset
Through the windows of a store and I want it
Anyway, if I ever felt haunted
You were there for me
These angry people who are waiting to judge you
Have their own judgment that they'll have live up to
Open your mouth
And if nothing come through
Remember
You're the one that sings
And it's a gift
And life's a beautiful thing
Oh, don't waste it doll
Friday, May 20, 2005
may scrambled spells amy
i've been thinking about getting older, how much life has already changed, how much it will continue to change. i heard today on the radio that 100 years ago in 1905, there were only 1,000 cars in the world. can you imagine 2105? it kind of blows my mind. but that's not really what i mean. not those kind of changes, at least. it's weird how the adult in you asks those kinds of questions. i never thought i'd have an adult in me. ha.
i've been working a lot- but i don't want to talk about work, you know? you spend 40 hours a week somewhere, that's enough. don't bring it home. don't bring it to dinner. don't bring it to the bar. that's just how i feel. i think there's so much more to talk about than work and how busy everyone is. instead, let's talk about how we used to prank call people, how we used to cross the train tracks and climb a hill to smoke cigarettes. let's talk about what we'll be doing in ten years. i don't want to talk about work. i am more than my job, you know?
and i guess it just scares me because the conversations are all getting to be so structured. with everyone. and i think about this and i'm like okay, life only gets busier right? i mean, the free time is kind of over. so if i'm talking this way too much already, wonder what on earth the conversation will be in a few years. i'm just kinda tired of the substance talk. let's talk, let's have a beer, let's have a good time. let's leave work in the office, you know? life's too short.
but i don't mean to sound so negative. things have been for the most part, good. i feel busy but it feels good. i could do without being tired all the time... but other than that i feel good. i got to spend a lot of time with the family this weekend, see people i never see and stuff. i find i'm starting to appreciate extended family more and more. it's really something else the way everyone can pull together in a spilt second if it's needed. it's really reassuring. i'm starting to look at my grandpa and my great aunts and uncles and realize what long, amazing lives they all lived. all different, but in their own way great. it's so inspiring. it's strange sometimes i feel like i have lived so long and my path is set and all of that, and then i see an 80 year old wise, accomplished man and i realize i'm only at a stepping stone.
i've been working a lot- but i don't want to talk about work, you know? you spend 40 hours a week somewhere, that's enough. don't bring it home. don't bring it to dinner. don't bring it to the bar. that's just how i feel. i think there's so much more to talk about than work and how busy everyone is. instead, let's talk about how we used to prank call people, how we used to cross the train tracks and climb a hill to smoke cigarettes. let's talk about what we'll be doing in ten years. i don't want to talk about work. i am more than my job, you know?
and i guess it just scares me because the conversations are all getting to be so structured. with everyone. and i think about this and i'm like okay, life only gets busier right? i mean, the free time is kind of over. so if i'm talking this way too much already, wonder what on earth the conversation will be in a few years. i'm just kinda tired of the substance talk. let's talk, let's have a beer, let's have a good time. let's leave work in the office, you know? life's too short.
but i don't mean to sound so negative. things have been for the most part, good. i feel busy but it feels good. i could do without being tired all the time... but other than that i feel good. i got to spend a lot of time with the family this weekend, see people i never see and stuff. i find i'm starting to appreciate extended family more and more. it's really something else the way everyone can pull together in a spilt second if it's needed. it's really reassuring. i'm starting to look at my grandpa and my great aunts and uncles and realize what long, amazing lives they all lived. all different, but in their own way great. it's so inspiring. it's strange sometimes i feel like i have lived so long and my path is set and all of that, and then i see an 80 year old wise, accomplished man and i realize i'm only at a stepping stone.
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