I've Just Seen A Face

I've Just seen a face,
I can't forget the time or place
Where we just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met.

Ever had one of those urges that told you you had to go somewhere, you had to do something. Of course you can't be sure where or what it is that something is urging you to do, but the feeling is there, just the same. I had one of those urges just the other day, no intentions, just an urge. I took it to mean a relaxing evening amoungst friends, and indeed I was correct.

However, I did not realize that my expedition would take many strange and exciting turns, and in the end finish in a general state of chaos, and while the night did not end on the greatest of terms, I feel that every bit of wrong may just have been worth it for the right.

I will say any more than this because frankly, I don't want to. I just felt the need to put some vague references down for myself to read later. That's important. Otherwise I may forget the deatils! Farewell for now.

Hell, It's about Time

(Blizzard)

So it's been awhile. In fact it's been well over a year since I've written anything on this silly blog. However, I've recently been inspired to return to placing my random thoughts online. Call it chance, call it whatever, I call it a flash of genius. (I of course have these all the time, but I prefer to keep them to myself [I'm stingy].)

As some of you may know (I'm not sure how, seeing as we've never met), I am a DDR aficionado, and even ran my own club in High School (go me!). During my recent attempts to get back into something that resembles physical fitness, I have began again to play (Check out my facebook page if you want proof. Oh, we're not facebook friends? Maybe that's because you're creepy). While Playing, I've realized that I'm so out of shape it's embarrassing. In my youth (haha), I was able to complete 11 and 12 difficulty (that's out of 10, folks) songs with ease. Now I struggle with 10s! How terrible. To think I have to run a 5k in a few weeks!

I'm so much cooler (online)

(that country guy)

You gotta admit it... I've created an amazing online personality. I have so much time to put stuff up here, I can be witty 24/7 (except right now)

So I've been living in my own place (again) for a while, and it's pretty nice. I get to choose the projects I work on, and when I feel like sitting on the couch and watching movies all day, I can! Unfortunately, things such as dishes, laundry, and just general tidiness become battles between roommates that can get ugly (well, not really in my case... I rule with an iron fist! [ha]). You see, living with someone, you start to miss all the reasons you liked the person in the first place, and instead focus on the little annoyances. (Don't worry about me... I actually just had a long conversation with my roommate about this stuff.. and we're going to be fine [we have known each other for almost 10 years now, so there's a slight advantage])

Of course this is common knowledge. I just like to put stuff up here that might help someone. It's usually nothing of importance, and most people can figure it out themselves, but sometimes the most obvious things are the hardest to see.

Alright. The random crap is taken care of, now on to me (I rock!). This last weekend I took a road trip to see one of my very good friends, (Actually a couple of my good friends) and it was glorious. I did some dumb stuff, I saw some thing(s) I wish I hadn't (damnit Kelly), and definitely had fun. This, coupled with the fact that I got to get out to some different surroundings made it the best weekend of late. This may all sound like rambling (it is). I guess the point I'm trying to make is I miss my friends because I rarely get to see them, but would I get annoyed if I saw them everyday?

Buddha was a smart man.

The Fiirst Rule...

... about fight club is you do not talk about fight club. (If you can think of a way this applies, you win!)

This blogging stuff is kinda weird. I don't really enjoy it. I should just keep a journal instead, except if I didn't think it was public, I'd probably write something that would get me in trouble in the future. Anyway, this is me rambling. I should go back to my old style of randomness. Serious stuff is boring.

OK. That was my tidbit for today. Goodbye for now.

Sometimes...

I have no idea what is going through my head right now. Have you ever had that experience? A mix of thoughts and emotions that combine to form something between Chinese and hieroglyphics? It's all gibberish if you ask me. I should be sleeping. Why can't I? Sometimes I wish there was more going on in my life, but mostly I just wish what I had was enough to satisfy me.

Young man control in your hand
Slam your fist on the table
And make your demand
Take a stand
Fan a fire for the flame of the youth
Got the freedom to choose
You better make the right move
Young man, the power's in your hand
Slam your fist on the table and make your demand
You better make the right move

I want to thank you (for giving me the best days of my life)

(Dido)

It's Thanksgiving, so I figured it was time to give thanks to all those people that have been there for me over the years. However, my prose is boring, and my sarcasm sucks, so I'm going to take a stab at this whole poetry thing.

This is a Poem called "Thanks: a truly original name for a Thanksgiving piece"

This is to those that have helped me through
The times of fun, and the times of doodoo

To the people that still will lend me their couch,
Night after night, even if I'm a grouch.

To the people who are there to clean up my mess,
And walk me home, when my birthday's not the best.

To the people that are there, and willing to wait,
When I say a time, and always am late

To the friends that push when I can't start my car,
And keep going at it, no matter how far

To the people who call while I'm still in bed
Just to tell me again, their computer is dead

To the people who lost, 'cause I had too much fun
(10 cups on the table, I can't even hit one!)

To the people who to me are such good friends,
That I'll text them at 1 just to rub something in

To those who are willing to travel with me,
Even though what a whiny bitch I can be

To the people who always will open their door
When I come unannounced after a year or more

To the people I tell again and again,
"I swear I'll come visit," but never give in
To them I say sorry, but one day I'll come
And when that day happens, we'll have oh so much fun!

To the people who help me through each day of work,
When I show up all smelly, in a wrinkly shirt

To the brothers I have, both real and made up,
For always being there to ask me "What's up?"

To all my sisters, to with whom I can stay,
And talk about chick flicks without feeling gay

And most important of all, to my parents at home,
For every bit of nagging support they have shown

This is the end of my thanksgiving poem,
So give me some turkey, gravy, and a big giant spoon!

Thank You.

-Thomas (this would be my first name if I had one, but I don't)

P.S. - I don't have imaginary friends, and I don't like chick flicks..... oh and I'll have some Europe pictures up sometime soon, I swear!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

I'll be gone (til November)

(Wyclef Jean)

Yep. I'm out of town. Nothing you can do about that now, is there?

I am currently sitting on an airplane, in the dark, on my way to
Frankfort, Germany. Although that's not my final destination, it is
where I'm headed now. Last I checked it was 4:17 Frankfort time
(Insomnia? Me?! No way...), and I had another 4 or so hours left until
I arrived. There's not much to do. I forgot to bring my book, I just
finished watching a movie, and I slept for the first 3 hours of the
flight (which is of course when they decided to serve dinner), although
there is a pretty girl sitting next to me..... sleeping. Drat.

Anyways, I'm sure you're wondering what I'm doing on my way to Florence.
(whoops, I wasn't supposed t let out my final destination yet... my bad)
Well truth be told, I have friends (and yet you still laugh every time I
say that...) scattered throughout the globe. OK, so I don't have friends
scattered throughout the globe...... HOLY CRAP. Sorry. This just in,
the temperature outside the airplane is -60 degrees CELSIUS, and someone
has the freaking AC on??... Sorry, where was I? Ah yes. I don't have
friends scattered throughout the globe per se, but rather a good friend
of mine is studying abroad in Florence right now, which of course gives
me an excuse to go to Europe for a couple weeks.

Not only this (I know right? Rub it in your face that you're stuck in
your routine for the next few weeks), but I am making a quick (week
long) stop in Golden, Colorado. Not quite as exotic as Italy, (now I am
in no way implying that these people are normal), but I will see some
friends that I have not seen in nearly a year, which will be legendary
(yes, most likely we will be up after 2AM),

So I have a theory that I ramble, so I'm gonna go ahead and cut this
off. I'll try to write a little something into this now and then while
I'm away, but odds are I won't. In fact. you'll be lucky if you ever
even see this.