IT'S OFFICIAL... I'M MOVING....
Yes, I actually started last night. I moved everything out of my closet that I didn't need for a couple of days. I also moved almost all of our pictures (wall hangers). It looked like they were still doing some work on the new apartment, since there was a ladder in the middle of the living room floor. Hopefully, I'll get up there today and take some pictures before it's filled up with my junk and I'll share them. Anyway, I made 4 or 5 trips up and down last night, and decided to stop around 10 pm. I didn't want to disturb my new or old neighbors. I go to lock the place up, but my keys didn't work. "Dammit!" I say to myself. I've got a few grand in clothes in there, but I'm definitely not going to take them back upstairs. I guess they'll be alright. I'll find out today, won't I?
Song of the day: "Possession" by Evans Blue from The Melody and the Energetic Nature of Volume
It took me a while to figure out what song this was this morning. I had it narrowed down to a couple of artists, but I hadn't listened to this album enough yet to know every song. Luckily, I decided that I'd listen to it first, and it's the 7th track, so I didn't waste too much time finding it. For a change, I'm going to post the entire song, instead of just the part that was in my head. I'll bold that part though, so you know what I'm hearing.
"Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
Through this world I've stumbled
so many times betrayed
trying to find an honest word to find
the truth enslaved
oh you speak to me in riddles
and you speak to me in rhymes
my body aches to breathe your breath
your words keep me alive
And I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes dear
Into this night I wander
it's morning that I dread
another day of knowing of
the path I fear to tread
oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
nothing stands between us here
and I won't be denied
and I would be the one
to hold you down
kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away
and after, I'd wipe away the tears
just close your eyes..."
Now that I really read all of the lyrics, I like the song even more. This is a way I've felt for a long time, until I found "you know who". I almost feel like I talk about her way too much, but she's all I think about. Every waking minute. I only have to last until around 8 pm tonight, and she'll be here to 2 weeks. I can't wait! I'm hoping her being here lets me sleep soundly again. It's been 3 days since I've remembered my dream. It sucks. I know most of it is just because I'm so tired and really need some true, peaceful sleep. We'll see if that ever happens. Maybe when I'm dead?
I think today, since there's no dream to talk about, I'll just talk about myself and some of my quirks. First off, as I've mentioned before, I have ADD or ADHD. I've never had a doctor officially say it, but it's one of those things you just "know" you have. I'm lucky to keep a train of though for more than 15 seconds. I even have problems listening to my boss for any time at all. I try to concentrate on him talking, but I find myself wandering off and looking around at everything else. Obviously, when this happens, I miss what he's saying. That's not a good thing. I have the same problem sometimes when Adrianne is talking to me. Unfortunately I can't use ADD as an excuse with her. I'm always sure to hit "mute" on the TV so it doesn't distract me, but I still find myself looking up at it and not listening to her. Believe me, she knows too. I really do feel bad about it, because I like to talk to her, since it's our only form of daily interaction right now, but I can't help it.
As a child I'd always get in trouble at school for talking too much, or just being "hyperactive". Hyperactivity was the precursor to ADD and/or ADHD. Back then they'd just tell parents to cut down on the sugars and such. Now they give kids Ridalin and turn them into zombies. I won't do that to my child. It's not fair. As disruptive as it is, I'd rather them have personality and a zest for life.
I've always been smarter than I needed to be. I was always in the gifted and talented classes, but was never challenged. I guess that's why I'm lazy now and haven't done more with my life. Adrianne and I have talked about this in-depth. She's such a hard worker, and is very intelligent, but doesn't think she is. We're polar opposites, well, outside of both of us being highly intelligent. I do just enough to get by, and try only hard enough not to get in trouble. My brain truly doesn't start functioning properly until 10 am. I'm just kind of walking around clueless from 8 am to 10 am. It's a wonder how I haven't been hit by a car yet on my walk to work. Luckily we have a security officer on the corner, and I kind of stay fixed on him. He tells me to "watch out" sometimes. David's a good guy.
I like simple humor as much as anyone else, but lately I've found myself drawn to more complex situations. I have friends that are doctors, psychatrists, etc, and it's a whole different world. They are great to talk to. I feel like they make me even smarter. We discuss everything from the best beers in the world, to our president, to sports, to the psychotic nature of man. It's really good stuff, especially the beer parts.
That's another story in and of itself. I did not like beer until my sophomore year in college. I'd drink it if I had no other choice, but that was it. To me it just tasted like crap. Of course, all anyone there drank was crap. I had the great choices of Milwaukee's Best Light, Busch light, Natural Light, and other random "light" beers. All of them sucked! Then, one day my buddy brought home a sixer of George Killian's Irish Red. I said "Let me try one of those". He originally said "No, you wouldn't like it. It's beer.", but decided to give me one anyway. Since that day I've made it my task in life to try anything different I could get my hands on. I'm in a good place for that now. I live near a "Beer Emporium" called the
"The Flying Saucer" and they have a plethora of libations on tap at all times. They also change menus at least 3 times a year, and have new selections arrive every month. It's a beer lovers wet dream. They have a club you can join that tracks what you've had and prints out descriptions of the beers you've had. It's pretty cool, but I've yet to join. I'd probably be relatively close to having my own "saucer" on the wall by now. When anyone comes down to visit I try to take them there, mostly because I'm greedy, and like to have my way, but it's a nice joint to hang out in during the summer.
Okay, I've rambled enough for today. I guess I should at least act like I'm working for a little while. Actually, I think I'll just eat breakfast and take my vitamins.
Oh yeah, it's still cold here! It was 39 when I left for work this morning, and it's supposed to get up to 53 today! Yippee!!!!