Routine...

The importance of calls was merely our way,
Of saying the things that ourselves wouldn't say.
A plan unannounced, every time was the same.
The drives and the days, they pass and decay.
A house at the end of a cul-de-sac... yours and forever.
I fell asleep in that place... a place that I claimed as my own,
That's where I rested my head, even though it wasn't called "home"...
I remember the comfort it brought... and the sound of the TV... and the embrace at the door.
Was it each other we fought? Or our own private wars?
Your infatuation was cute... in a sense I can't explain...
Day after day, one after the other. A mindless routine, a careless chapter in life.
I'll put it in the back of my mind, so deep and forget about every instance.
Just know that my eyes weren't shut, and your tears didn't go unnoticed.

7 days...

I'm neglectful to this blog...

I'm sorry blog, I really do care. I love you blog. You're the best. Without you I would not have a blog, and my life would be pretty much the same... see? You ARE important.

Love,

Blake

c'mon...

I am so sick of school. I just want to be finished. All I do is homework and sleep. I might watch an episode or two of Seinfeld. I walk places too. Oh yeah, I shouldn't forget... I get to do the dishes tonight, so I guess that'll be a step outside of my normal routine. Fun.

You shouldn't pitty me... cause I'm still me, which is far more awesome than anything. EVER. C'mon... I am awesome. Ok, so that was cocky. I know.

p.s. - Moe's burritos are the best in Denver... or anywhere else in the world for that matter. I'm hungry...

Wednesday...

Holy hell... what a winning combination... guitars and Christmas. I hope that one day Santa Clause will bring his jolly-ness down my chimney with a Gibson SG Standard in his big red bag... in which he will place under my tree with the greatest precision. I will leave him plenty of cookies, homemade... not immitations, and the finest quality of milk I can find (3%). I am 100% sure this will happen. Recently, a fortune cookie (in a round-about way) revealed this to me. However, the fortune could be something else really cool, but I choose to not expose what I think it was really speaking of. *wink*

An update on the condition of my leg: It kinda hurts, but not really. It is Wednesday, and there is snow everywhere. Everywhere.

ohh baby...

My leg doesn't hurt today. I'm hungry. It snowed everywhere else in the world other than here. Everywhere.

Outside...

It's cold outside. My leg hurts.

bleh.

Random fact of the day: My nickname in High School was "Strudel." It didn't help that my dad worked for Pillsbury. "Doughboy" was also popular...

3 weeks and counting...

ok... so I just arrived back in Denver. It sucks... not Denver, but my situation. I will be done in 3 weeks, so I shouldn't complain. I'm low on cash too... I need more of the picture to the right, preferably not 1's but 100's... no... 1000's. yeah. I'm bored... poopy mcpooperson X infinity + a "son of a bitch bastard" = right now. suck...

the "move"...

In the past 2 years, I have lived with my parents, with Joey and his parents, in my truck, at Joey's house in Pocatello, a small ass studio in downtown IF, and 3 different apartments in Denver. Needless to say, I am sick of moving... well, only the packing part of it. I have too much crap. I need to get rid of it. I need to be minimalistic. I want a bed, my clothes, my acoustic, and my skateboard. I guess I'll need my snowboard too. That's it. Well, I guess I need my computer too. That's it... really. Clutter + ME = confusion and stress and OCD-ness. I am going to live simple. If anyone needs useless crap such as Seinfeld playing cards and/or a John Deer lunchbox, call me. Oh yeah... I also have a mini windmill made out of cardboard. $50 gets it out the door...

reasoning and rationalization...

I often find myself in a constant state of deep thinking. I'm not quite sure if it is good or bad, but it seems to help me pass time when I have nothing to do. Maybe blogging on here will help me, but I think that whoever reads it will be bored to death and slightly confused with my random uselessness. It's 11:11pm now... that's neat. I have 3 weeks left until I graduate with my associates degree. I feel accomplished but at the same time it's only an associates degree. It took me two years of year-round classes to get it. I am kinda sick of school at the moment but with only 3 more projects until Christmas, I shouldn't complain too much. I have to show off my portfolio at graduation and do the whole "cap and gown" thing. I just want the freaking piece of paper and a pat on the back. Is that too simple-minded of me? Just say no...