Saturday, November 15, 2008

Theme Song

I would like to officially, in writing, claim the song November by Max Richter to be my theme song. If we ever have theme songs assigned to us (which would be cool), I call November. I have dibs on it.

Oh yeah, you should definitely listen to it. Check out Last Days by Max too. It's just as epic and moving. I thought about making it my theme song instead of November, but it...well, it's too general. I will say, however, that Last Days is the noun and November is the action, specifying who I am more than Days.

On a cool side note:
Howard Milktoast decided to make a "100 Things To Do Before I Die" list. I helped him out on number 86. We played battleship for eight hours straight. I won 8 times and he won 6 times, which I find interesting considering the fact that it was number 86 on his list.
Just a little summary; we went to Safeway during this eight hour activity, did laundry while playing, ate snacks while playing, went to the bathroom while playing and I took a shower while playing. It definitely hindered a lot of other activities that I could have been a part of...I wouldn't do it again. Sorry Howard. Thanks for making me a part of your list.

My list to be posted soon!


Tuesday, November 11, 2008


So, it's been thirty days without a cigarette in my mouth, let alone my hands. Today is the thirty-first day and I'm going strong. Quitting, F.Y.I., is not easy. Anyone who isn't up for letting go a part of their psyche isn't up for quitting. I've given up a whole mentality that smoking has been a part of. You never realize how small of a thing smoking has reached it's tentacles into. Yeah, smoking's like this black wart inside of your brain that starts wherever you let it. For me it was "coolness." It went from that to a many other sparks/triggers that just led back to that one source inside of my head where it all started. It's an evil thing. Yeah, that's right I'm putting it in a box and labeling it. You know what? I'm going to even put a bow on it, just to mock it. Smoking is wrong. All you pantheists and relativists out there can chew on that.

What's up with winter? Where is it?
And a piece of my heart
Has been extracted for good.
And I couldn't replace it with a drag of anything
But replaced it with God for He's all I've got
And I'm slowly being severed
from everything I know
I'm slowly dying so that I may live
And it's sad and it hurts
But I can't keep the shards inside
Or else I'll never be able to heal
I'm killing my flesh
By killing my wants
And I'm living in it's death
By conquering over it
With The Ghost of Hosts
I'm turning into myself