So, I'm going to use my blog to whore out my song-writing abilities. If you should happen to steal this, and get it on an album, I probably won't even be pissed. I'd be happy to know that this stuff is good enough to be stolen.



17 Long Days
If I were given life to do over again
And all I had was this pad and this pen
I’d still remember everything you said

If the moon and stars and skies and clouds
Stopped and wandered, cursed out loud
I’d still retain the words in my head

I remember when you said those words,
“Baby I love you, I’ll never let you go”
And then you let me go…..

It’s not like you meant anything,
You were just the most important thing in my life
You said you saw it in my eyes,
Those wonderful thoughts of love and hope and trust

These flowers on the front porch,
Have been sitting here for 17 long days
The fire from this ever-burning torch,
Has been spat on, rained on for 17 long days
And the thought of you saying your last goodbye,
Has been playing in my head for 17 long days

I won’t pretend that you meant nothing
And I won’t say that you were just a fling
Because my heart just won’t let the words come out

All this love and hope and trust and shit
Even if I didn’t realize it
Was the best thing ever to come my way

I remember when I said to you,
“Baby I love you, I’ll never let you go”
And I never will…..

It’s just that you meant so much,
To my heart my mind my soul and my life
And I thought I saw it in your eyes
Those made-up thoughts of love and hope and trust

These flowers on the front porch,
Have been sitting here for 17 long days
The fire from this ever-burning torch,
Has been spat on, rained on for 17 long days
And the thought of you saying your last goodbye,
Has been playing in my head for 17 long days

And here I am still waiting,
After those 17 long days
Wondering and debating
After these 17 long days

Even after these 17 days,
I’ll still say it, forever always
I. Love. You.

These flowers on the front porch,
Have been sitting here for 17 long days
The fire from this ever-burning torch,
Has been spat on, rained on for 17 long days
And the thought of you saying your last goodbye,
Has been playing in my head for 17 long days

Bloggers, I come to you in dissapointment. Tonight, was probably the worst band performance........ever. The saddest thing about it is, that we were still better than many other schools, on half-time that is. Pre-game, was absolutely the worst thing ever. Everything possible to go wrong in that show, went wrong. Honestly, if you went through the drill, and messed it up, it couldn't be that bad. It was terrifying. Comically enough though, we blocked out last year's homecoming queen. Ha! Cardington's halftime show was fucking sweet. They had a guitarist, and two drummers, who both had quite awesome solos. I wish we had awesome drum solos..... I guess that's about it. I kind of wish that I had gotten into sports instead of music, I would've been happier right now. Bleccccccchhhhhh. I can't be a better leader to my section, I just can't. I do everything I can. I offer help to my section-members, I tell them what to do, I tell them how to do it. I defend them, even though they're always wrong. I don't hit them, even though they severely deserve to be hit. I just can't do anymore. There is a certain point were leadership can't help any. You have to be willing; where there's a will, there's a way. My section members are will-less. If you took the worst people, at everything, and put them together, you'd get my section. I get the half-retarded kids, that have no right to be in band. I'm going to say it, band isn't for everyone. If you suck, and you're an asshat, band isn't for you. Maybe I'm the problem. Maybe I'm a terrible human-being and section leader. I don't know, I try my hardest, maybe it isn't good enough. You tell me.

More people need to update their blogs more often....

Anyways. The overall mood of the past couple days has been alright I guess. I finally got my temperature control cable put back in my Jeep, it only took about 45 minutes, taking the dash out is kind of tricky for me. We had our first homegame, our last first homegame of my life. I don't think marching band is something that I'll do in college. I guess it's too serious for me, I mean I like band, but I'm not crazy about it, it's more or less just something to do. That, and the fact that I cannot play an instrument at a collegiate level. Or if I can, I don't have the motivation to do so. I'm still pondering where I want to go to college, and what I want to do with my life. I've been thinking medicine as of late, I don't really know why, I just have. I also have a cold, that I caught from my significant other. She has it worse though, there was no vomit to be spewed from me.....yet. I think it's getting better though. Short Notice pracitices tomorrow, which should be alright. I get to hear the other two members bitch to eachother, and bitch at me, and bitch about everything there is to be bitched about. Sometimes I wish I was in my own band. Like, I was playing all three instruments, and singing. That'd be sweet. Impracticle, but sweet. I'm getting ready to sell my bike, sometime soon. No, I'm not giving up motorcycling, I'm just giving up mine. I doubt I'll be able to buy one before the end of the year, so it'll probably mark the end of this riding year for me. The only bad thing about snow, is that it sucks for motorcycles. Jeeps however, love the stuff. I also get to hang out with my wonderfully awesome and amazingly beautiful girlfriend tomorrow, which is a good thing. It's nice to be in a relationship with someone you love. Unfortunately, I get to meet her mom tomorrow. Not really meet though, I mean, we've seen eachother before, but appearently I'll be sitting down to chat with her. I'm not sure why she doesn't trust/like me. Alright I am, it's because I'm two years and 1 month older than her daughter, which for some reason makes me a sex-crazed maniac. Me being sex-crazed has nothing to do with my age. I've been horny for many years now. I'm lonely and bored right now, but I don't want to do homework. I hate homework. I still don't know why we have it. As if 7 hours a day wasn't enough? It's blasphemy I say. What else is there to talk about....? It seems that opportunities seem to come up at inopportune times. As redundant as that was, it was true. Still, I think I like where things are going. I'm still lonely though. It's Sunday night, holiday weekend, no school, and I'm sitting here all alone. I don't really feel like going to sleep though. I don't feel like playing videogames. I can't play my drumset, it's too late. I don't really want to watch tv. I'm tired of writing songs. I'm tired of looking at motorcycles. I'm tired of being on MySpace. I'm bored of blogging. I should take some more nasal decongestant, and maybe a coughdrop. I'm becoming increasingly more bored. This blog has had no clear theme, just a bunch of random thoughts. Be a pal, and decipher them for me.