One swing ahead of the sword

Last night we went to sleep early and both had nightmares. I'm not really sure how this occurs when this is not a common event for two people to do. It DEFINITELY does not promote the idea of going to sleep early.

I feel as though anything that I write in here would be cheesy as fuck right now and so as a result, I hold my tongue (or fingers) when I really wish that I could completely translate the overwhelming burst of joy that is surging through me. Once you begin to be in a relationship with someone, you start noticing things that you say to be the EXACT things that you rolled your eyes to before.

Except for now, I not only don't roll my eyes, but I yearn for more of those moments and sayings.

Although I promised myself NOT to talk about liz and I, I would just like to point out something specific that sets us apart from every other girl that I've been with: When I first realized that I really, really liked liz, I wanted to hang out as many times as we could. So...let's throw a number out there. How about 3,000?

3,000 hang outs? can we do it. She and I think so.

So what constitutes a hang out? Well it has to be she and I physically together somewhere. The amount of time doesn't really matter, but we have to have them each separated by time periods where we are not together. For example-- If I go over to her house for a couple hours, then go to band practice, then go BACK to her house to do something then that is 2 hang outs.

One can note how they can accumulate quite rapidly.

Currently, miss Elizabeth Fox and I are at our 66th hang out. We decided that, as long as we can keep this up, we don't really need anniversaries, just every 100th hang out we do something great. Okay, I'm sorry. No more blogging about my heart.

Big kiss,
-big beard

You never wanted it to be this way
You ain't got no money
But it's okay
Hey hey mama, i'm gonna feed ya
Hey mama i'm gonna feed ya

That man wants to fight and he's 6' 10
He's got sin in his eyes
Smells of gin
A bad man never keeps a woman

Blue, blues, countin' on them blues
Back them blues
Come on come on blue
Comin' back from California
Mama I'm gonna heal ya

you look like a galaxy
and you're the girl for me

You even bite my fingernails when I should be nervous

Magic

http://radiomilwaukee.podbean.com/2009/10/12/bon-iver-live-at-the-riverside/


On the porch. Perfect day. Bon Iver.


Mmmmm. No more creature fear. Just magic.

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/world/2009/10/08/neill.uk.love.never.dies.cnn?iref=videosearch

"Love Never Dies" is the sequel to The Phantom of the Opera. I know, I know... sounds like bullshit. BUT Andrew Lloyd Weber wrote and composed it. I really (REALLY) don't know what to think. Tugging at hearts and memories could be good... but also devastating.

I don't know what to think.

What are we doing here?

Once again Norway has taken the honor of being named best country in the world to live in, heading off Australia and Iceland to win for the second consecutive year. The Norway post announced the accolade, which is based on the United Nations Development Index. The top three places remained unchanged from 2008 and the top ten featured only one change as France reappeared at number 8 at the expense of Luxembourg.

The rankings consider life expectancy, education standards and GNP (gross national product) per person.

My personal votes are for Iceland. Which leads me to the question-- What are we doing here in America? The place we are currently living in (considering those reading this live where I do) is ranked 13th. I have no ties to this nation other than family. I feel as though if I were to move with 3 or 4 friends to another land, the only tie I would feel would be my subconscious understanding that I will be an American the rest of my life.

And maybe I will be. But, one thing is for sure-- Iceland is pretty fucking tempting.

found it.

Why have I found it in coffee?

When you find it, you know it. I've found it in coffee. I've found it in lots of things, but recently it's been in coffee. The fish will agree, my conversations have been better around him with a little C bean in my spine. Naturally with this new addiction comes negative outcomes-- mine have been headaches. Give me the brown drug. Give me the warm, or iced, drug of America-- Coffee.

The curse:

"The one who likes the other person the least has the most power in the relationship."

The problem:

The person in power has the least amount of fun.


...I'd rather have fun than power. But then again-- I'm not practical all the time. Simply just a selfish shellfish.
-andy

at home:

I am a black hole.

No, no, not of like loneliness or anything. I only mean that I'm a black hole of ambition. I always have these grand plans of hanging out with my family, recording a song, practicing guitar, reading a book, etc. but i will only end up sitting around doing nothing. It's not that i don't like doing nothing. I suppose it's just that i'm so comfortable here and am content with... "mentally coasting".

There are always dogs, great food, and my favorite chair.



my favorite chair: