Fretful...

Damn I hate boredom.

3:00am...

I am having withdrawls from skateboarding. Snowboarding is way awesome but there is something about skateboarding that I find more appealing. Needless to say, I haven't skateboarded in a long time (an entire month).

Recently, I have found a new couch to love, one that is far more comfortable than the one previous. And trust me, in the battle of "houses" and "cul-de-sacs", yours takes the cake. I'll hate to see that tree go... it was my favorite tree ever. There's just one thing that bugs me... it's this little thing I like to call "3:00am"...

I won't waste my time thinking about it, the past that is... or waste my words on it either. I've found something better, and something that makes sense. Damn, killing time feels good... especially when I'm with her. Damn you, 3:00am. You suck.

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.