At what point are you too conceited? Is being conceited period bad, or is that more or less just being really confident? I guess I ask because I've been quoting Muhammed Ali, simply stating that I'm the greatest, not to mention I'm pretty too. You know what I realized while scrolling through my archives? I've not written a good short story in a long while. A very long while. Not to worry, I'll be sure to keep that in mind in the coming week. So here we are at Wednesday, and all I can think to ponder is whether or not I'm conceited. Yeah, its been that kind of a week. Lately, a lot of things have been going horribly wrong, but in all actuality, I'd imagine that is a good thing, or maybe a bad thing, its hard to say. Wait, how are things going horribly wrong a good thing? Well, its all been my car, so at least now my car is safe, but then again, I'm back in the hole I like to call debt. There's nothing better than knowing you've effectively wasted money on something that will probably require more of your time and money further down the line, to inevitably break, fall apart, or merely spite you. But in all honesty, a good deal of everything that's gone horribly wrong has been all my fault. And being all my fault is what I'm all about. Verily. (heh heh heh) Anyway, here's the end of the blog. Yes, I felt the need to announce that.
My mood?

Name the two other heroes and you might get a cookie. . .

Late night posts. There's nothing better than that. Well, there's several things better than that. . .like say, fried chicken. Or macaroni and cheese. I like macaroni and cheese. Its incredibly italian and not really at the same time. Actually that's not why I like it. But anyway, due to a good deal of tiredness, I can't share the abundant thoughts of my head. But I'll leave an interesting song. Because I'm cool. Don't worry, tomorrow will find me in better mind and body, and hopefully I'll be able to type to my hearts content.

She calls me from the cold
Just when I was low, feeling short of stable
And all that she intends
And all she keeps inside, isn’t on the label
She says she’s ashamed
And can she take me for awhile
And can I be a friend, we’ll forget the past
But maybe I’m not able
And I break at the bend
We’re here and now, but will we ever be again
Cause I have found
All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade
Away again
She dreams a champagne dream
'Strawberry surprise' pink linen and white paper
lavender and cream
Fields of butterflies, reality escapes her
She says that love is for fools who fall behind
And I’m somewhere in between
I never really know
A killer from a savior
Til I break at the bend
It’s too far away for me to hold
It’s too far away...
Guess I’ll let it go
My mood?

Night time, and I'm still not calm. . .

And it's over, so soon after it began. A good time was had by all, but now its time to say goodbye, to all our company. . .S-P-R (R we going back to school so soon?) I-N-G (G, I've not done any of my homework) B-R-E-A-K. . .but since it is officially the end of spring break, I have to bring back the deep thoughts. But first a recap of all that happened. Our circuit overseer was in town, got to spend a lot of time with him, he and his wife are good people, (say that with a Haitian accent to get what I'm saying) and it was great having them in town this week. There was also football, and helping my friend Kenny and his wife, Jacquie (who coincidentally is also my friend) move into their new deluxe apartment in the sky. He's definitely moving up. . .getting a piece of the pie. We were going to barbecue some beans, since we fish was frying in the kitchen, and they wouldn't burn on the grill. That's the Campbell's Soup (condensed) version of my spring break, and oh yeah, Ben stayed at the house one night, but we were both so tired we didn't get to do anything cool. And my car, well, its yet again on the bricks. Brake pads, rotors. Fun for everyone involved, except for me. So really its not fun at all. Anyway, here's a topic for discussion. Lets say you were sitting at a dinner table, and you were listening to someone who we'll call 'A' talking about how he or she goes to the movies by themselves. Naturally, being a good friend, and a kind person, you'd say, well why didn't you call me? And then somehow 'A' tells you that he or she is considering if he or she is your friend or not. As you choke back the tears of pain that well up in your eyes, you realize that you're no longer wanted so you get up and suddenly there's this waiter and he's all like, "Uh" and you're all like, "Whatever!" and then the other people are like what is he doing, and your eyes turn green and you start turning into the incredible hulk, but in the process you knock over someone's buffalo chicken wings and it completely spills, and suddenly you realize. . .you're not the hulk. Then the person debates math with you, and says that all guys are evil. True story. So, 'A', if that's your real name, I hope you're happy, because you made me cry. Well actually you didn't, but you did make me write this long blog. And yes, 'A', you made me. I feel totally forced. I'm going to go lay down. On another note, I've probably got a test tomorrow, and I don't even remember my name, or the majority of what I did today. And yeah, that was a semitrue story. SEMI!! And not HEMI!! I'm babbling. Check out the hulk picture.
My mood?

Be sure to look around before turning into your alter ego. . .

Short sweet to the point. Here we are on the verge of getting down,(and that's a Funkadelic Lyric. Find out what song and you'll get a CD from me!) and its already Friday. The week has gone. I'd be sad, but I'll be to busy trying to cram all the fun I can into this weekend and into this day. So this will be very short and very sweet. So a few random thoughts. I don't like dogs. At all. I dream of the day I can punt one in self defense. Self defense. There's nothing better than a fifty yard punt. Fifty yards of punted dog. That's kind of funny. I'll laugh. All the way to the fun. Because that's where I'm going.

My mood?

I hate dogs. . .

So, today's Wednesday. I'll not wax philosophical today, because, well, I'm on spring break, and the key purpose to spring break and is relaxation. So there won't be any deep thoughts. But to make up for it, I'll post lyrics to a song that's running through my head. This one I didn't write. The Gorillaz are the ones to thank for this. First the Spanish. And then the questionable translation to English. . .

Dejalo si quieres continuar
(Hermano)
Sal ilumina tu vida
Todo el cielo aplatandote
Dime que harés
(Intentalo)
Ilumina ese amor
Antes que se vaya

Algo siempre te entristese
Cuando todo va bien

Que pasa contigo?
Algo siemre te entristese
Cuando todo va bien
Que pasa contigo?
Que pasa contigo?
Dejalo si quieres continuar
No ocultes tu alma al sol
Tienes una vida preciosa
De que sirve si solo

Mueres suavemente
Que pasa?
Que pasa contigo?
Que pasa contigo?
(Mi hermano)
Que pasa contigo?
Escucha a tu propia voz
Salva tu amor
Que pasa contigo?
Antes que se vaya
Si todo va bien
Que pasa contigo?
Que pasa contigo?
Mirate a ti mismo
Enfrentalo
Que pasa contigo?
Mi hermano

Get up
If you wanna survive
Get oh so alive
In your life
Everything falling out the sky
On top of you
Now what you do
Fill yourself up now
It's the love of your life
___ on me
All I know
Before it's gone
I always feel scared in the town
And nothing's wrong

What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?

Me

Give up
If you wanna survive
Pick the sun back up
You got to get on the song lowly
What's the point?
It's funny till you left to kill yourself
In this town

So what's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
What's the matter with me?
Me
The lesson? Make sure you know what you're singing in Spanish, or perhaps listening to in Spanish.

My mood?

You can't argue with the math. . .but I'm sure you'll try.