having a great time

so i made this blog today so that i can read what my pretty lady has been blogging about. figure i might as well give her something to read as well, it's only fair. been having a great 2011 so far. this has been the best year ever for me. i don't seem to have a lot of good luck, but maybe it was just storing up for this year. at least that's what i want to think.

so we got back from VAbeach this past weekend. only stayed for a day, but it truly was one of the best times I've been down there. we made a fort, which was awesome. i always sleep under the kitchen table at my mom's house, and when i asked jaime where she wanted to sleep, like on the couch, on the floor, maybe steal dan's bed, she told me she wanted to sleep under the table. see, that right there just made me smile. it was just a little thing that i mentioned to her in passing, and she listened. so we made a fort over the kitchen table. best fort ever.

we had lunch with her sister and her family at pungo's pizza and ice cream. pizza was good. i'm pretty sure that the waitress messed up our order, but it seemed to work out in the end. chicken ranch pizza was amazing. her sister has two little babies, and they were really cute.

then went over to Mt trashmore. now, mt. trashmore is a place that i like to go everytime i'm down south if i can. it's just an amazing place. i don't really go with other people. it's like my thinking spot when i'm down there. i can just escape from everything. the first time i went there, i was gone for hours, and no one knew where i was. it's just a peaceful place, the view is amazing, there's alot of kites flying during the summer, and the sounds of kids screaming and playing at the park fill the air, but aren't overwhelming. the water there is amazing. there are alot of bird like creatures there. i call the white one sea-pigeons. the other ones ducks. there are some geese there as well. they are just plain ol' mean tho.

so anyways, so i took jaime to my thinking spot. and she seemed to enjoy it. we had fun messing with the flying sea creatures. played on the playground for the first time in years. i love being with her for this reason. i can be myself around her. i can act like a big kid running around the playground, and she'd be right behind me.

but anyways, not going to go into the play by play of the trip. not enough time before work. so here's the goals for the year. 24 shows. yes. 24 concerts. not local bands, but semi-big bands. at venues. this goal is something that i know i can reach. and this goal, i feel, in a large part is the reason i have jaime to call mine. she went to the Pietasters show with me. so even if i don't reach my goal, i still would consider it a win for me.

so got the house back. sitting in the couch with the new coffee table. this room seems to be coming together. it's amazing on how every time i walk in the house, it's different. i can tell you this, this is not the same house as it was before. it never will be. but i'm ok with that. my room is pretty much done now. i have to take out a few boxes that i have stacked up, but that's about it. oh, and i need to get my dad's stuff out of my closet. then it'd be done. it's so nice in my room now. i love it. it may not be the same old house that it was before, but i still feel like i'm home. i mean, this is where i grew up. it may have different stuff inside, but to me, it's still home. the walls are different, the layout downstairs is different. the light switches are different, the lights and fans are different, the beds are different. but i still feel home. i still love this house and everything.

the end.

things i have written

Kissing your wife and child good night

Reminding each one to rest and sleep tight

The day is over so get ready for bed

Closing your eyes and resting your head

Sleep is what the body needs and craves

When lacked, the day goes by in a haze

Sleep long and feel rested, the last you receive

I'll be my actions you misconceive

Dreaming of things I would do to your soul

You'd break and bend when I'm in control

Opening the window to carry you out

I pity you, as "STOP!" no one shouts

Away we go to my pleasurable place

My haven, your hell, my saving grace

Pictures that tell your life are up on my walls

You are plastered over my unforgiving halls

I know what you did and know who you are

The bruises caused, lives you have scarred

Tying your body to my torture device

I hope you are dreaming of something nice

Your arms lay shackled at your lifeless side

Only to my will shall they abide

You start to move, some motion, to stir

Vision is blackened, becoming a blur

Questioning the how, the why and where

A feeling sets in, a feeling of despair

Attacking with silence, instead of my rage

Playing my role, not myself on stage

Listening to you beg and plead for your life

Looking into the sharp blade of my knife

Pleading for life, for death, for love, for hate

Not for torture, rudely interrupting fate

Sweat and tears start to form on your face

The face I hate, of disgust and disgrace

My plan soon starts and your goes sour

I can't believe the amount of adrenaline and power

Of all the things that I could do to make you die

Hurt you so bad I won't have a reason as to why

I could rip your legs from beneath your body

Nail them to the malls, it'd be my new hobby

Gauging your eyes could fill me with joy

Turning insides out on my new toy

I could maim and murder your entire family

O what the pleasure would fill me with glee

The blade on my knife is aching to slice

Your sin is worse then denying Him thrice

Screams would fill my ears and echo forever

Each one of my tactics so wise and clever

Not touching a single hair on your head

My reasons and expiation still not said

Only with my cold, empty eyes I attack

My actions predatory and yours ignored

Wondering what I am doing this for

Silent rage has taken you over for now

Your acceptance of death but not of how

Putting you in your own little hell

Your latest chapter no way I'll tell

Praying to a higher power, God of your belief

Waiting for Death to give you some relief

He'll never come leaving my to explain why

No matter how much you plead and cry

Death, the man most commonly feared

Is now someone you should hold close and dear

You've been avoiding him for years and for ages

Writing a book of life full of pages and pages

He's letting you live so he could proudly boast

That he, the most feared, is need the most

The roles are reversed and he's avoiding your time

Now it's my role to do justice for your crime

You'll beg and plead but I'll never share why

I'll bloody and beat you, and never let you die

The Sun and the Moon

The sun and the moon are the perfect pair.

The moon gets the night, the sun gets the day.

Never talk, no converse, but each is fair.

They both get their feelings in with no say.

Rising at the sunset, leaving at dawn.

The moon is high, soars beyond shady skies.

It's almost not seen between morning yawns,

But the bond that they share can never die.

The moon gets some peace and it gets some crime.

The sun gets the day, celebration hour.

The moon gets the night, shadows, coldest time,

They are respectful, but often prove sour.

The couple never sleeps, always awake.

The ideal duo is show, when a fake.