Current Favorite CD: Caedmon's Call 40 Acres

"boo you whore" ...
quote of the evening, thanks to Michael .. sheesh.. I wish My Chemical Romance would have won something tonight at the VMAs just so he wouldn't be in such a sour mood.

So the weekend has been okay. I've been staying with the Wolfe boys. They're fun but exhausting - Ginger you're a top notch woman to keep up with these two. I can barely begin to fill your shoes in this position!!!

Tonight has been weird. Today has been Wendy's last day, technically, in College Station. I have been dreading it for a long time. I mean, it hasn't been horribly hard because it's been like two weeks since she first left. So it really feels like I've been saying goodbye for two weeks. I didn't even cry tonight when I gave her a hug and actually said good-bye. I did earlier and I can feel the water works starting up again .. ugh. I know that you read this Wendy, and I'm going to be selfish for a little bit. It sucks that she's leaving. How do you say goodbye to a best friend? I mean seriously.. I don't know. Like, I've said this before, but I never had true best friends in highschool, probably because most everything is fake in highschool. So now that I'm really having to say good-bye to another best friend (ginger too), life stinks. I mean, I know, truly know down deep that both of these women is going to a new and wonderful place. But I think it blows that I'm not going to see them for like 4 months at least. (and i love the fact that michael won't friggin go to bed..) Wendy's only a phone call or 3 hour plane ride away, and Ginger is only an email or blog away, but there's something that comes with "face time" as I like to call it. It's the animation in their faces, the tones and looks that I get, their hugs. I know it sounds all jacked up, but I don't know.. it's that face time I guess. It's watching Gilmore Girls on Tuesday nights, and Refuge on Thursdays, church on Sundays, going to eat at Wings and Double Daves - none of these will be the same.

I'm sorry that this is so depressing but it's how I feel and it's my blog, so I'll write what I want. . .

As I survey the ground for ants
Looking for a place to sit and read
I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown
And how they're much like this concrete
That's warm beneath my feet
And how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face
With a touch of my father just around the eyes
And the sound of my brother's laugh
But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives

But if I must go
Things I trust will be better off without me
But if I don't want to know
Life is better off a mystery

So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road
And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load
Keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

Hometown weather is on TV
And I imagine thelives of the people living there
And I'm curious if they imagine me
They just want to leave
I wish that I could stay
But I get turned around
And I mistake my happiness for blessing
And I'm blessed with the poor
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing

So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road
And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load
Keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

So I'll sing a song of my hometown
Breathe the air and walk the streets
Maybe find a place to sit and read
But the ants are welcomed company

So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road
And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load
Keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes

And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes
I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes