What Can I Say?

What can I say? She always seems to take my breath away. When im sad, she turns my frown upside down. Without her I am nothing. With her? Im as strong as i can be. She is all that I will ever need. She is all that i ever want. And she is more than i deserve. Everyday she seems to make me love her more. The crazy part? Ill be saying the same thing when im a 75 year old man.

Cambell i love you with all my heart. I couldnt ask for a better person to spend the rest of my life with :)

Holy piss...ABR

Last night i went to what might have been the greatest concert of my short life. August burns red and Underoath!

I crowd surfed, moshed, almost broke my back, moshed some more, surfed some more, and kicked a dude in the face!

At the end of the night i had some dude's blood all over my shirt and a footprint on my chest. Good night? Yea. Id like to think so

Bob Dylan

Ive been on a Bob Dylan run lately. My favorite quote of his is "A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between he does what he wants to do".

I agree with this quote 100%. A man is nothing but a failure if he wakes up next to a wife he hates, kids he finds annoying, and then goes to a job that he despises. What kind of life is that?

Good ole bob (i can call him that, we are tight) said it best when he said " All i can do is me, whoever that is".

(i never know how to end these things)

Napper's House

So ive become addicted to two things. 1) blogging (thanks ben) and 2) NAPPING.

Napping is the greatest thing since birth control. After a long day of school, nothing beats coming home, taking off your shoes, and falling onto your bed and drifting away to Napper's House (thats what my parents always called it when i was but a wee lad). The best kind of nap is when your napping with another person. My favorite nap-mate? CAMBELL. Its like she has a Ph. D in napping with a minor in snuggleing.

Im bout to go take yet another nap today, that will make 3 i believe.

WTF

Alright ima vent right quick. Im at Jose's with cambell (see last blog) and this group of little rad-tag rednecks walk in. Bad enough right? Well this goofy looking SOB walks up to us and says "Hey Cambell", at least that what it sounded like, his accent made it hard to decipher. Dude doesnt even acknowledge me sitting and there and then procedds to text and look at cambell the whole time we were there.

I dont think ive ever gotten truely and honestly mad before. Im not talkin about little mad, i mean down right, wanna punch a guy mad. Tonight, that changed. The thought of some guy wanting to be with cambell made something in my brain just spark with pure hatred and anger. Me, being a boy of small stature and muscle existance, didnt know what to do with this anger. I wanted to go up and lay the smackdown on the kid but deep down i know i would have got my ass kicked 7 different ways to Sunday.

So i restricted myself to just glaring from a far and letting my anger simmer down. I live to love another day.

Ode To Soup

So ive got this gal of mine who i hold dear to my heart. Her name, Cambell. Her looks, breath-taking. Her style, her own. Her voice, soothing. Her mind, unique. Her eyes, mesmerizing.

The way she makes me feel is indescribable. Every time i hold her its like i fall in love all over again. Everyday is new and exciting, she can always pick me up when im down and turn my frown upside down (cliche i know but still true).

Here we go

So this is kinda my first blog..ever. Im not really sure what to say so i think ill just say thoughts that come into my head. My friend is in the other room playing the piss out of borderlands. I feel as if him and the game are one with each other. To watch him play is mesmerizing in the since that he seems to know every move to make or every shot to take. I myself am a hopeless mess when it comes to video games outside of Mario 64.

Another thought that comes to my mind is that for what ever reason, i hate socks. Tonight i wore ripped up jeans and flip flops in 30 degree weather just for the sake of saving my feet from the imprisonment of cotton.

That is about all ive got at the moment. If you liked it, comment. If you hated it and think i should stop right now, comment.