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| okay here's the deal. it's making me feel pretty bad at times so i'm
swearing off anything that has to do with you know what for a while.
i'm in that kind of stuff for all the wrong reasons.
the end.
<3,
blake
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONICA!!
♥
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| Everything is suddenly looking brighter.
Thanksgiving is coming up;
Christmas is almost here.
I've got spirit.
You know what I've been thinking of? Being hidden inside the warmth of
excessive clothing, sitting next to an open fire with anyone you care
about, steaming beverages to warm your interior when returning from a
cold journey outside, novelty items that are shared each and every year
that has come to pass, those sweet little snacks that come around each
year but you're deathly afraid to eat any because you know they're bad
for you, the very rare chance that we have snow and how lovely it
is when it comes about; snow is so beautiful when laid across a hilly
landscape, & how all of this time is usually spent with people who
care just as much about you as you do them. Nothing is warmer, not even
the hottest of cocoa or the deepest coal in the blazing fire, than a
positive mutualistic feeling. For some reason autumn & winter make
them more apparent for me, as if they're a highlighter and they've
taken the most notes throughout my entire year.
For those of you who don't know, I'm on a pretty hardcore diet
"program" now. Basically all I'm going to eat is yogurt, granola bars,
smart start, tofu, fruits, vegetables, and grain. I've cut out the
abundant amounts of gatorade & I'm already used to not drinking
soda, with the exception of Sprite. Exercise is a must, of course. This
makes me happy; the fact that I'm trying to make a difference in my
life, a change for the best, that also includes me making a sacrifice.
I'll need some outside assistance as well, though. =]
This is the post where I ask you all what you want for Christmas.
& yes, I'm serious.
Sorry this post was so sappy and redundant for most.
Hearts and apologies,
Blake
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| The day is slow & uneventful. I love how nightfall is creeping up
on us like we're all little kids hiding behind our mother's favorite
piece of furniture; it gets here before we even realize it's among us.
Truthfully, I don't even mind. The days are growing weaker and the dusk
is displaying it's beautiful wrath, ceasing our past summer's memories
before we even acknowledge the recollection of such. The time is
passing like the files & documents of importance on a mahogany
desktop that never seems to be idle; servant after servant coming to
labor away their precious hours to come. In regards to my last blog on
myspace, the girl is drawing nearer. The sheet of glass is wearing thin
and adoration is finally coming through. Little specks of emotion began
to approach my every thought as the words oozed from crimson lips like
pastel colors etching statements into a rock; my mind, my heart. If she
only knew how much I take her sentences, fragments, muttered words,
slightest whispers, and emotional rants into consideration. I should do
something about this before it eats me away; every moment it's
lingering longer without the notice to depart. I wouldn't want it to
leave if it could. It's probably one of the few things I hold dear to
me at this point, not the only, but one of the few. Take this
seriously, frolic about with jokes & laughter, shower me with
doubt, bring me gifts of optimism, do as you wish for this is me.
Anonymity is a must due to the awkward silence that's at hand; floating
atop the surface waiting to make or break me.
On a different note, I've gotten a little bit better with the acoustic.
I've been using my uncle's Takamine acoustic/electric every now &
then (due to
me being shy and not wanting to borrow it often as if it's a burden)
and I must say it's a nice piece of work. My musicianship, on the other
hand, is not. Perhaps I should practice more often but in order to feel
comfortable I'll need my own instrument. I might go about asking for an
acoustic for Christmas, either by a specific request or by giving me
cash to pick out myself. Obviously the second choice is a wiser one but
it might be good to get a surprise. I should continue to write my song that's in the works. Mhmm.
I need to think of something to do, this boredom is making me nauseous.
<3,
Blake
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