Time to start one's day

It's time to go,
Time to stay,
Time to turn the other way,
With time to start,
And time to end
Time, time, and time again
Fast,
Slow,
No matter where you go
Don't let time go with the flow
And Leave you behind
With no place to go.

What's stopping me- a letter from Chester

Marget
Why can't I forget you? It's been a while now, I'm an afterthought to you, but I can't seen to move on. Am I frightened of changing? Am I that alone that I don't see that your life and my and moved on pasted the point of return? There are days where I don't feel it anymore, but others were I would do anything to have you return to me. Yet I know this can not be the case, I must move forward, even if each time I do I find cliff falls. Even when we do have time to talk the love that you once had has left your voice, and has been turned to another. I know that it's time to leave, it's hard for before you I had not had the courage and strength that was with me when you were near. Or it may of been I had those things but had not used them before you. Maybe it's time that I use those things, and notice that this letter will never be seen by you, but only addressed to me. So when I close this letter, the love I send will be more to myself than that of you. Thank you for what you taught me even though it was without your knowledge.
Love
Chester Lewis Garrett
1946

Whoa

God I Have smart friends! Jeesh, I just read a little from a friend I hold very dear, don't think it was towards me but good gravy. Hit me hard, 1) I can do things, just got to do it 2) My friends should all write books. I look my doodles and ramblings and just have to smile. I have no talent for this, yet I do it. Well rock and roll I guess

MONDAY

Hey Hey! It's Mondaaay! Yeah I know, I know, but it's a beautiful day outside so I give you another song for all those that haven't had a chance to enjoy this awesome day. Have a great week my faithful viewer(s?).
Less Than Jake - The Science of Selling Yourself Short

Lazy Sunday

Sunday Sunday Sunday, yep it's one of those wonderful (but semi-dull) days. As I sit out in the back porch, if you would call it that, it's cement that leads outside my back door with a grill, broken ac unit (one of the reason's I'm outside) two cement blocks with a wonderful view a rock parking lot and a big elm tree I can't help but be thankful. I have survived school another year, with my senior year coming around the bend. I have great friends, even ones that will walk all the way to wal-mart and back as i found out last night. I may be single but I'm ok with that, I'm really not a bad looking fellow, so i have that. I have my health, and one dollar and nine cents in my checkbook, yep heck of grand old summer, maybe you should join me. I leave you with this, which most likely will fill my whole blog screen again.

Protection, Ks, Land I call home, most days

So I was on my town's homepage which was last updated March 2007, and well it's alot like my town, not alot there but plenty of character. Clicking on the business link led me to the Valley Manor, the rest home. I'm not quite sure if I could call that a business per say, unless Protection is selling old people. I wonder who that would be a market to?

Welp been another excitin' day, a day of driving and helping out friends. But that's not where my mind is today. Marriage is. God, no, I'm nowhere near that road. Might of been once but I think i just had blurry vision then. No, my faithful viewers, er viewer, my boss has found a man and has set a date for June 28 in less than month. Meeting dating marriage, bing bang boom. In a month's time. Is it the age of each of them, love, or fear of being alone. I'm not quite sure, I'm not even sure what I think of marriage. Is it something to reach for, is it something to drive away from as fast as i can. I'm know that marriage is not the end of chapter just a new one to work even harder for. Yay, work. To my boss, congrats and best of luck. For me, I'm going driving.

The from the deep depth of my room

So I told my only subscriber that I was planning to go home and write something deep and dark and sit my room and be emo, from that came this:

I sit.
I sat.
The coffee stains on my shirt makes me feel pain.
Pain from Heat.
Pain from the bleach I will have to buy.
It's dark in here.
There is a light.
But I am too lazy to go to the switch.
If i had eggs I would have ham and eggs if I had ham.
I must be hungry.
The floor is cold like my soul.
Or it is the a/c vent I sat on.

yep.

Ready for something deep and dark

That's great

My quick video for choir tour 09

The door of opportunity, right? Is it close, jammed, already opened, or just peeling it's paint from the sides? Maybe so, maybe not, either way the door is there, old and rusted or new and with padlocks, it's up to each person. I'm made my choice, go a snap shot to remember the choice and jumped it. Yep, haha, that's me trying to be deep, life there and I might as well live it.












Photo Credit:
Blake Carter, Oxford Door, 09

Having a great night

So it's been a while, well really, a whole year, almost. And I find myself at close to the same impasse of life. Single, I've had my girl friends from time to time, but I find myself closer and closer to being what I was always afaird of in High School, being alone. Granted I'm young, I'm about to be a senior, but I can't shake the feeling that I had all there is sometimes. My track record isn't always the best, but there it is yet again lol. Maybe it's because I have the couples of all couples right next to me, always in love, sitting next to each on the couch just there. Granted they get alot of flack cause they are together alot, like always, but even so, I can't help but think I want a fraction of that in my life. Could that be my problem, the image of love? Sure let's go with that