sleep

How wonderful it would be if I could start sleeping again. Because for the past few weeks, since the purchase of my new house, I haven't been able to sleep properly. I wake up continuously all throughout the night. I haven't slept soundly, nor with any peace. I am so tired, but am being denied the peace and rest required to live properly, and in good health.
It's royally, fucking, pissing me off! I just want some fucking sleep. Some real rest and relaxation. Is that too much to ask?

Things to check out

Amazing Juggler
HUGE Centipede
And if you don't like Falloutboy, or even if you do, tell me, and I'll send you this awesome video for their Sugar going down video.
Edit: Here is the link. Sugar, We're going down

Dreaming

Okay, so I want a tattoo. A particular tattoo that hasn't received much positive feedback, but that I want all the same. A Mr.Clean looking fellow, standing there, non-descript face, fairly muscular, arms crossed over his chest, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, black boots. With white angel wings coming out of his back over his shoulders. White feathery wings. Now I've been told by those whose advice I hold dear, that it would be a very "white power" type of tattoo. Now I don't know if this is b/c I used to be very much like that, or what, but I don't see it at all. I think it't be this really cool angel, kinda like Gabriel or Michael or something. Maybe I could have a sword strapped to his side. But to me, it's a symbol of God, an Angel, His angel. Either way, I think it would be a kick ass tattoo, and I'd love to have it.

Interrupted Posting

I did have a post, I was halfway through writing it, when I stopped to chat with my buddy Sean from SAIT. I hadn't talked to him in a couple of months, so I wanted to see what was up. His brother died last month in a car crash at night. Looks like he swerved to miss a deer. I can't really write anything else. I'll finish the post later.

I'm sorry dude.

Beautiful

My friend Stacey posted this. It's absolutely beautiful. It made me cry. I watched it over and over and over.

Mad Props

Hats off to these brave souls.

Worst Part of the Day

This is the worst part of the day. The final walk up the stairs for the night, leaving the quiet dark of the main floor, making sure all the doors are locked. Getting ready for bed, and turning off the light. Sliding into my big, empty bed. All alone. My brain a whirring, a million thoughts flowing through my head. The most prominent being lonliness.
It is nice that this place is becoming home. And the days are fine. It's the nights. That's when the lonliness hits me.

Home

So my house is beginning to look much more like a home. My parents, who are absolutly wonderful, came over again today and helped me out with some more cleaning. My mom finished organizing my kitchen, and my dad washed my kitchen floor and walls. My brother and I moved some furniture around, so things are starting to finally come together. It's nice having my carpets cleaned as well, they feel a million times nicer.
So yeah, I'm loving this place. I just need Mama Bean here to complete it.