“Should I die before I wake…”

I was embarrassingly drunk on Friday… unfortunately, I remember the entire night too. I think I owe apologies to Jen and Becky (don’t know who Becky is though… but I have a picture of her on my phone). Saturday… well, it was a late start. I woke up around 630a and dealt with a queasy stomach for a few hours. I got a hold of Keith around 10 and he carted me around to run errands for 3 hours since my car was left at Capital the night before. Started moving stuff around 2pm… watched a good amount of the OSU game… finished moving stuff close to 7. Keith, March, and myself went to see Crank Saturday night which is an amazing movie. I found out Sunday that Time Warner can’t install until the 14th… my life is ruined (that’s mostly a joke).

The epic story of my life continues. I don’t understand myself at the moment so how could anyone else.

Archangel / September 4, 2006 / Personal, xanga / 1 Comment

Faith.

The song isn’t good, so if you’ve heard it just forget that 3 minutes of your life for a moment… the point is the lyrics.

Andrew Peterson – Faith to be strong

Give us faith to be strong
Father, we are so weak
Our bodies are fragile and weary
As we stagger and stumble to walk where you lead
Give us faith to be strong

Give us faith to be strong
Give us strength to be faithful
This life is not long, but it’s hard
Give us grace to go on
Make us willing and able
Lord, give us faith to be strong

Give us peace when we’re torn
Mend us up when we break
This flesh can be wounded and shaking
When there’s much too much trouble for one heart to take
Give us peace when we’re torn

Archangel / August 31, 2006 / Personal, xanga / 0 Comments

This won’t be fun…

Who wants to come keep me company… I just realized I have 2 weeks in my new place alone after I move this weekend.

Archangel / August 30, 2006 / Personal, xanga / 0 Comments

I astound myself…

If you know my ego… that’s actually rather hard.

Thank you… someone finally just listened to me. I know it was hard to not say anything… I saw it in your face, but it helped.

When is something final?

fi‧nal  /ˈfaɪnl/
–adjective
1.    pertaining to or coming at the end; last in place, order, or time: the final meeting of the year.
2.    ultimate: The final goal is world peace.
3.    conclusive or decisive: a final decision.
4.    constituting the end or purpose: a final result.
5.    pertaining to or expressing the end or purpose: a final clause.

Leaves no room for doubt or second thoughts… and every one of those thoughts spawns a new regret. I’ve never left anything regretting how it ended (doesn’t mean I liked how things went). I usually can get a solemn peace knowing what I did was best for *someone*. In the end this hurts everyone… but I don’t have anything else to do.

I’ll try to have more thoughts tomorrow. Sleep is again eluding me, I missed dinner last night so I’ve had no energy today, and I think I’m getting sick… probably symptomatic of the above, but I’m still not all here.

Archangel / August 29, 2006 / Personal, xanga / 0 Comments

I think the line is behind me somewhere…

I am completely burned out. I realize most of the Wyandot guards do this on a daily basis so I have no room to complain… I spent all of Saturday in the sun… no umbreallas for me apparently (or sunblock)… so I woke up Sunday with a lovely migrane and had to do it all over again (thankfully the sun wasn’t out most of the day).

I wish I could tell everyone the truth. I feel like such an ass… not a single person knows everything… not even the people (maybe person) who think they do. I’m so sick of being “let down”. I can’t get anything out without some steaming pile of “something” being put right at my feet. Yes I know it was already there and I probably would have fallen into it face first anyway… but its not always necessary. I’m pretty sure if certain people knew everything I’d be little more than a mangled pile of bones… or emotionally devoid depending on the person.

What happens when you are at war with yourself? The part of you that knows whats happened, whats going on and what will probably happen later vs. the side that is eternally hopeful and doesn’t care because “what if something changed?”… There is only one way for this mess of a life I have to go so that this won’t end badly (again?), and the chances of that happening… well its like the graph of 1/x assuming x is time (in small increments)… and that time started 12 weeks ago.

Stupid troll… or maybe its a gnome…

Archangel / August 28, 2006 / Personal, Work, xanga / 0 Comments