Am I really as neurotic as I feel?

Amos Lee...my new favorite artist

All my friends,
They all live in pain,
Longing for the warmth of childhood
To bring them home again.

All my friends,
Got broken hearts,
And if the World's a stage
We're searching for a part.

We'll face the winds,
And break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft Summer breeze.

All my friends,
They got broken wings,
Never will you hear them asking why
The caged bird sings

All my friends,
They know how to live,
Oh so much sorrow
And so much love to give

We'll face the winds,
And break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft Summer breeze.
And oh now..

..We all know that the storm has come,
Everybody wants to know which way to go, well
I see the clouds running
Oh the weather's gonna blow
And oh...

All my friends,
Are dead to me,
Oh when the storm comes
They're as close as family

All my friends,
Are the ones I choose,
Oh if I hear them now
You know I can't refuse

Let's face the winds,
And break the strongest of trees
Beckon for the sweet soft Summer breeze

Posted by: greeneyes at 14:55 | link | comments

Vulgarity alert

You don't fucking go camping with your boyfriend, then not contact anybody for two weeks.  Sure, I talked to her for about 10 minutes online last Friday, and we've seen her online, but nobody (including her parents, not including her boyfriend, who she's with) has heard from her otherwise.  You don't fucking do that to people.

Posted by: greeneyes at 14:57 | link | comments

Beautiful!!!

I think work should stop for the next 3 months or so.  The weather is too gorgeous to be indoors.  Or maybe I need to find an outdoor job...nah, I'd get too hot and complain about that.  So no work for the next 3 months...that will do just fine.  Three months off...with pay, of course. 

Posted by: greeneyes at 08:29 | link | comments

The weather is beautiful.  I've gotten so much cleaning done this weekend (there's still a lot to do, but I'm proud of the progress I've made).  At least one of my friends is coming over for dinner.  He's probably home now...he had a very late night (or an early morning?) so that's why he didn't call last night to tuck me in.  He's been busy, so I haven't seen him or talked to him as much as I'm used to...I miss him, it's weird.  He'll be even busier coming up, so I'll have to find ways to entertain myself, I'm sure.  But that's okay...it will just make the times we are together that much better.

Posted by: greeneyes at 14:08 | link | comments

Sigh...

It's 4am.  I've been up for just over and hour and a half, and I get the impression I'll be awake for a while longer.  Good ol' insomnia.  The culprit?  My sweetie didn't call last night.  He's at a conference this weekend (I decided not to go with him).  He called yesterday afternoon, but he pretty much always calls before bed, even if we're both at home.  I fell asleep on the couch (I was really tired) but I haven't been able to sleep since because I haven't heard from him.  I'm sure he was out late with his fellow conference-goers, but he still usually calls.  I'm disappointed and bummed he didn't call.  Sure, I could have called him, and maybe I should have before I fell asleep on the couch, but he's in a roaming area, so I figured I'd call him back in his hotel room when he called me.  The worst part about this (well, besides missing his voice, of course) is the thoughts...something happened, he did something, whatever.  I can't help but have those thoughts, but I wish I could control them better.

Maybe I'll work on cleaning my room...or get something to eat, being up at this hour always makes me hungry.

Posted by: greeneyes at 04:16 | link | comments

Sick, yet again

Traveling caught up with me.  My ears don't like to fly all that much, though the rest of me has adjusted quite well, but after being clogged for a while, my ears went on strike.  They got infected.  I also have a lovely case of tonsillitis.  So now I can't talk (I sound like Jason from Home Movies, or a munchkin Darth Vader at times), I can't hear right, and my balance is off.  Swallowing is painful and everything is sore.  I went to the doctor on Thursday and got antibiotics...I was better for a little while, but not so much anymore.  I'm waiting for a nurse to call me back and let me know if I should be concerned or if I need to let the antibiotics do their thing for another couple days.  You'd think the white patches in my throat would at least stay the same...not get bigger.  But maybe my thinking is off.


I'm pretty much useless right now...I'm still holding out hope that I'll get ot the dishes before the day is done, but I'm not holding my breath.  There's always tomorrow.  Who needs clean dishes, anyway, especially when you can't swallow?


I love it when people take care of me when i'm sick.  I won't ask someone to (parents and sibling not included...they're family, so they have to deal with my sickliness), but if someone offers I will take them up on it...but only if they offer.  I don't want to be a burden...it's bad enough I'm sick, I don't need people resenting me.  But I love it if there's someone to bring me jello or soup or something, rub my back, and just take care of me in general.  Luckily one of my friends is going to bring me some jello, pudding, soup, and ice cream in a couple of hours after she gets off of work....so nice of her (yes, she did offer).  I just hope I can swallow the food...

Posted by: greeneyes at 12:25 | link | comments