Monday, December 20, 2004 -- 6:05 AM
I'll leave you all this merry Christmas with some Bright Eyes lyrics. I don't know that I'll be posting at all during my stay down there, so every time you miss me, just listen to this song and you can think about how much I'm missing you. Yay.
June on the West Coast
I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California
Where they understand the weight of human hearts
You see, sorrow gets too heavy and joy it tends to hold you
With the fear that it eventually departs
And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired tranquil place
Where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones
And if all the years of searching find one sympathetic face
Then it's there I'll plant these seeds and make my home
I spent a day dreaming of dying in Mesa, Arizona
Where all the green of life had turned to ash
And I felt I was on fire, with the things I could have told you
I just assumed that you eventually would ask
And I wouldn't have to bring up my so badly broken heart
And all those months I just wanted to sleep
And though spring, it did come slowly, I guess it did its part
My heart has thawed and continues to beat
And I visited my brother on the outskirts of Olympia
Where the forest and the water become one
And we talked about our childhood
like a dream we were convinced of
That perfect, peaceful street that we came from
And I know he heard me strumming all those sad and simple chords
As I sat inside my room so long ago
And it hurts that he's still shaking from those secrets that were told
About a car closed up too tight and a heart turned cold
And I went to San Diego, and the birthplace of the summer
And watched the ocean dance under the moon
There was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something's gotta happen soon
Cause I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
As I walked along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I really need
With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure
They make me pure, they make me pure
I long to be with you
They make me pure, they make me pure
I long to be with you
Sunday, December 19, 2004 -- 8:05 AM
The Road Calls my Name
or
It's Spelled "D-Y-C-K". Fag.
Everything's coming together, I guess. Tomorrow we hit the open prairies, Winnipeg bound. To be back on the highway with nothing but wholesome grain and grey skies endlessly in every direction will be a refreshing change, but I'll still miss those green hills of Washington, and the silent voice of the heavy clouds and ancient trees there. In spite of that, I can honestly say I'm content.
Thursday, December 16, 2004 -- 8:56 AM
It's been quite the strange week so far. One can't help but wonder what's next.
Granted, Monday was normal. I did a little studying, xbox, reading, and whatnot; Tuesday was when it all started, and it was before I was even awake. I had a dream that I was sitting in the church and I realized I was at my own wedding, and I turned and looked at the supposed bride to be and it was no one I knew, but she smiled as she started walking down the aisle towards me and I began to grasp the concept that I was at my own wedding and I bolted for the door, and started running, and someone was chasing me, and then I woke up, and breathed a thank you god sigh of relief. Later that day I got a call from a finishing carpenter who used to go to our church who needed help, and could I start right away. I spent the rest of the day thinking about 45 degree angles and marriage dreams.
My point is that...
Some people just need to sit down on the beach with a reefer and soak in a little love.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004 -- 7:17 PM
So now, bang, just like that, I'm a finishing carpenter. Life is good.
-- 10:23 AM
My buddy Nathan has a blog, which he doesn't update often enough, but which is nonetheless very cool. It's nestled amongst the other blogs on the lower right if you care to look it up.
Monday, December 13, 2004 -- 4:04 PM
So I sat around all day watching TV and dicking around on the computer, vandalizing my blog and listening to music and signing off and on AIM and MSN and then I was reading a news article on msnbc and I realized I was just scrolling my mouse up and down the left menu, watching the boxes pop up. I thought about how I hadn't had anything to drink all day, and how I may be retarded.
-- 9:22 AM
I asked a little girl at church yesterday what she wanted for Christmas and she was all, "Oh, you can just get me anything."
Sunday, December 12, 2004 -- 8:47 AM
I invented a drink this week. I was trying out that new spiced Pepsi, the one for the holidays, and I thought, "wouldn't this be marvellous with some whiskey in?" and it was. I decided to call it the Fat Bastard, after the big jolly red fat bastard himself, Santa Clause.
On a related note, while drinking a Fat Bastard this weekend, a Norwegian guy taught me some Norwegian. Jeg vil knulle deg!
Wednesday, December 08, 2004 -- 2:35 PM
I've been getting an itch to go somewhere new lately, namely California, and I think I might just do that this spring. I have a psuedo cousin going to university out there who I'll be able to see, but more than that is I just want to get out and be somewhere else, and California seems like as good a place as any, where they know the weight of human hearts.
Sunday, December 05, 2004 -- 6:11 PM
This is the second time writing this. Curses and hogglesticks upon you, blogger!
I spent the weekend in Camrose with Chris. He picked me up on Friday morning and we got back to the tea shop mid afternoon. I helped out around the shop, organizing stuff and cleaning up crap and listening to Coldplay. We busted out the vodka around six and I made some new friends and talked with them and with old friends and listened to some live Christmas music at the shop and then it started snowing and I felt christmasy for the first time this year. We took a walk outside to watch the people and smoke cigars and look in shop windows. After the shop closed they ordered pizza and we drank more vodka and cleaned up and then we went over the Kurt and Holly's to watch Elf, but we ended up outside smoking more cigars and drinking whiskey. I got to bed a little after three.
I woke up to the phone ringing, but I fell asleep again after no one picked it up. It rang again later and the dogs started barking and Noah babbling in his crib brought Chris and me up around ten. We watched Toy Story 2 with Noah while we ate breakfast and headed out across the snow to the shop around two o'clock. I helped out there and played the guitar in the basement until my fingers got numb, and then I went upstairs and talked to Chris because it was pretty dead in there, and read a whiskey magazine. It closed early, at six, so we went and got some beers and drank them while we cleaned up and listened to Christmas music, and after we rented Kill Bill Vol. 2. We had supper at his house, and Lisa and Terry went to the cinemas, and when Noah went to bed we watched Kill Bill Vol. 2, an awesome movie, really, and drank beer.
