Ok, I swear I'm not dead, I've just had a lot of stuff going on the last many days. I'm going to try and post a lil recap tomorrow or friday and then hopefully post daily from there. Tomorrow it will depend on how much my truck hates me and how hard it is to install my stereo and amp and such. Just remember that my return is coming...

I seem to recallthat around a year ago I would make fun of one of my roommates on a pretty regular basis about his persistence on watching Dawson's Creek every morning.

I'd like to point out, before I continue, that I haven't been feeling very well lately. So laying on my bed for the majority of the morning watching TV is about all I care to do at the moment. It turns out that at 10 in the morning there isn't a great deal on TV. However, it seems that Dawson's Creek is in fact a staple of TBS morning television. And I'll be damned, I'm hooked. How did this happen? Where did I go wrong?

I need to go play some sort of sport, or watch a loud movie with a fair amount of violence...

Oh, and for the record, you can buy the first season of Dawson's Creek on Amazon for about $30.

So I have iTunes on my mac and iTunes on my PC. Both have over 8,000 songs but not all of them are the same. So I think that it would be nice if someone would go ahead and create a program that would look at 2 iTunes libraries and find the the songs that aren't duplicates, thus allowing me to move them to and fro so that I can enjoy everything everywhere. Yea, that would be nice.

I'd been wanting to start exercising again for a few months now, I just always found reasons not to. Well, not reasons so much as excuses I suppose. But now that school was out, I was going to start running and lifting before work every morning. Valiant thought except this week I feel like crap so far. My whole body aches, my chest hurts, I feel constantly warm, I have coughs. I think it's malaria, but I could be wrong.

So when I began running tonight, it wasn't for health reasons or because I felt especially spry at this hour of the evening. Hell, I'd already spent 9 1/2 hours on my feet, running to and fro and concrete floors. My feet and legs were certainly tired of that. I didn't go running for a breathe of crisp night air. I went running for my heart.

I've never yet mentioned my girlfriend on here, I guess now is as good a time as any. My girlfriend is one of the most wonderful people you'll ever meet. She's gorgeous from head to toe. An amazing smile and glorious little puppy dog eyes. I love her, I truly do. I would do anything for her.

The problem is that I'm not the greatest boyfriend that ever walked this planet. I don't always have the answers and I don't always know how to act or respond to every situation. I do my best, I really do. Like I said, I would do anything to make her happy. This woman is the end to my long days. When I've been working for 10 hours and my body is beat up and tired. When my feet and legs hurt and won't move anymore, there is always something that brings a smile to my face, warmth to my heart. I don't need a beer at the end of my day, or a movie or a joke. I need to hear her voice. I need to touch her cheek. I need to feel her embrace.

There are things and days in all our lives that make us more than a little agitated. We get fed up, we get annoyed, we get pissed off. Everyone is entitled and no one should be judged because of them. And it absolutely tears my heart apart that I can't do anything to make her bad days better.

I know that aren't fun to have. They pretty much suck through and through. I just wish I knew how to somehow open up one of those bad days and let in all the fun and love I can possibly give. I want her to be happy. I want her to never have to have a bad day.

I love her, more than any amount of words can ever convey.

This is why I ran...

So here we are again, the beginning of yet another week. This one's different though. For the first time in 4 years I'm not starting summer classes. It's a little odd I must say. Of course it's not really a vacation as I have to double today and tomorrow and possibly wednesday. But I do finally get a day off on Thursday. I think I'll sleep that day, and maybe not die. It's hard to find the energy to double day after day when you feel like absolute poo. (Yes, I said poo, with a straight face none-the-less)

On another note, I sold my car last night. I wasn't really expecting to sell it on the spot. I sort of figured that I would have a chance to secure other modes of transportation, but hell they wanted to write me a check and I couldn't say no. Hello Enterprise! Oh, and if anyone has an explorer/durango/grand cherokee you want to sell to me, or even just give I'd be more than willing to listen.

The sign read $1.98 as I drove by Caseys on my way to wash my car. Good price, especially given the recent upward spiral of gas price hell. I figured I'd stop after spending the better part of an hour washing and vacuuming and cleaning and wiping and any other thing you can do to clean a car. I really wish someone would just buy the damn thing so I can move on...

Anyhow, I pulled into the gas station and up to the pump in my sparkling little red vroom vroom machine. For being 10 years old, it still pretty damn nice I must say, and goes fast to boot. Parked behind a large SUV I stepped out of my car and proceeded to fill'er up. The counter stopped at $24 and so I ventured inside to pay the man. The man wasn't at the counter. The man was in back eating. I waited 5 minutes to pay the man. Damn the man. Then I walked back and got into my car and pulled away as "Wild Thing" was blaring from the radio. It happened on my way to K-mart. (I know, K-mart! But seriously, if you ever want to stop in a store and feel all alone, go to K-mart, there is no one in there!!!!) As I pulled into the left turn lane I glanced in my mirror. It was then that my heart skips a beat. As I was flying down the road in my slick little sports car it becomes quite apperent that I am in fact, That Guy. The guy that is somehow so unaware of the world. The guy who is in his own world. The world where no tree is lonely because they all have friends. The world where it is alright to drive around town with your gas door open. Damn that guy all to hell.

Last night I celebrated the end of my 5th year of higher education. If only that were the true end. It's not. I still have another year to go and I'll be nothing more than a marketing major when its all said and finished, kind of disappointing. This will be the first summer in 4 years that I won't be taking summer classes. By now I'm used to the end of finals meaning nothing more than in another week, I'll start it all over again. Not this year tho, I have 4 months before my brain must be again used. I now have 4 months of serving people for a living... Ungrateful people for the most part. The kind that see it fit to only tip 10% on most occasions, and being as that we have the cheapest damn menu in all the land, it gets interesting sometimes.

Back to topic... To kick off my extended learning vacation my friend Jonathan and I went to Peoples last night to catch some Hello Dave. We really try and catch them whenever they come to town, have been since our sophomore year. They're pretty much a straigh bluegrass/rock kind of band. They have a lot of their own music and occasionally throgh in a cover here or there. Last night they did "Hotel California" and "Another Brick in the Wall" which I must say is quite possibly one of the best covers of that song ever.

Now the way I see it, there are a few distinctive types of people that go to the bar. There are guys who go to get obliterated. There are girls who go to get obliterated. There are guys who go to hit on everything with breasts in the bar. There are girls who go to show off everything they have. I mostly find it amusing to observe these creatures in their habitat. Most of it is quite comical. But the true reason I go is for the music. I love music, all kinds of music, and especially live music. I love to feel the energy of a live show. The energy from the band, the energy from the crowd. The feeling the bass has on your body. Screaming at the top of your lungs as you sing along to the songs. It's the whole great experience that I thuroughly enjoy.

Moral of the story.... Support live music and local talent. Thank-you.

It had just finished raining when I pulled into my parking lot. As I got out of my car, a light breeze blew through the grass and the trees. There was no noise on this night, no littles things chirping or critters crawling. The only sound was the new leaves in the trees shuffling slightly with the breeze. These are the nights I love. For every sunny day I'll take a night like tonight. It's 55 degrees at 2 in the morning. It's not warm by any real means, but its not really cold either. Its refreshing, its soothing, especially with the clean smell of the freshly fallen rain.

There was a time in my life when I used to watch MTV. I didn't watch it for Real World 23 or Road Rules Xtra Wicked, or the Guantleted Inferno of Doom. (Of course I occasionally watch many of these shows now) But I watched it for the music. You know, the "M" of MTV. I used to watch Poison, Bon Jovi, Aerosmith, Warrant and other bands whose videos played all day long. Slowly but shirly the videos went and were replaced with non music related programming, and when they did play music, it was mostly rap anyway. So I began watching VH1. They still played music. That didn't last long now did it? Now we have all kids of werid ass shows, and music from 2:30 until 9 in the morning. Since when did a musican channels secondary programming become music? And once again, the music that they play seems to be more and more rap and hip hop and pop music. So I ask the world, where has the music gone? Reality TV Killed the video star. I like music, I like good music, I like varitey in music. I don't want to have three versions of BET when I feel like watching a video (which is rarely at 3 in the morning mind you.) So damnit, play some music you bastards!!!!! Play some good ol rock and roll. You can play the rap, occasinally, but whatya say we mix it up a bit? Some Nelly, then some Barry Manilow. It could work...