wow. Everyday is SO tiring. I feel beat ALL the time. I really want to get some quality rest, but I think the nature of my job is just too taxing sometimes. I got to go to the park yesterday and that was very nice. Move my legs breathe the air, get some sunshine.

Speaking of which, the sun is really abrasive i think. Like it heats me up so fast. I was chatting with a girl at work about this and she and I feel that it's the lack of ozone. I'm not going to get into a whole bit about why it's depleted, nothing's been substaniated, I'm just saying I feel the effects of it. You see people with beet red skin and that whole bit.

The weather's getting warmer and I do like it, I just don't want it to harm me.

So I was supposed to launch a webspace this week for a band me and a couple of friends have started, but it can't happen until next week as my friend had some family business to attend to that prohibitted our launch of the space. So when it'll be launched I can only approximate, but I'd wager within the next 2 weeks. If anyone's interested in what I've been recording and stuff I'll be sure to give you the url address when it's up and about.

So that's really what's been going on with me at present time. Not very interesting I know, but hey, I'm not here to impress. :)

She didn't mean to deceive you, believe me
But sometimes the hardest part is conceiving

The good intentions that you had
Now only came to this
And although she saw the mark
The arrow missed

It isn't exciting reciting the stories
Of kind words turned hurting when routine gets boring

Both getting tired of punk rock clubs
And both playing in punk rock bands
The start was something good
But some good things must end

And she said, "It could never survive
With such differing lives
One home, one out on tour again

We may never come back
The strike of a match
The candle's burning at both ends."

And now she knows too much
And I'm too fucked up
It's awkward trying to make my move

I'll pretend that I'm fine
Show up right on time
But I know I'll never be that cool

I never wanted to hold you back
I just wanted to hold on
But my chance is gone

I know / just where / I stand / a boy
Trapped in the body of a man and

I'll take what you're willing to give
And I'll teach myself to live
With a walk-on part of a background shot
From a movie I'm not in

She's so important
And I'm so retarded

And now I realize
I should have kissed you in L.A.
But I drove home all alone
As if I had a choice, anyway

Where are you coming from?
What are you running from?
Is it so hard to see?

And if you're feeling scared
Remember the time we shared
You know it meant everything (everything)
You know that it meant everything to me

You know that it meant everything to me

I haven't posted in a while.

Having an alright time these days. The sun's been out and that's always nice.

Been filming a movie w/ Todd Eberwine, and it's such a fun experience. Everyone on set is so funny and crazy.

Recording an album w/ my friends and prepping it for a summer release! I'm really impressed with how decent it's sounding.

Training for a 5k race in June. Haven't run a race since November, so it'll be fun to get back into training mode.

Work is shit. The job is, that is to say, but the people are great. Very different than the folks at my last job.

So I posted about beggars or panhandlers or something in my last blog and I don't think I sounded very nice or right in my post. Obviously I want everyone to be alright, I'm just saying that it seems I can't go out at all without getting asked for some change or money and it's just the same people with the same routines. Some guy a couple months back asked me for some money so he could grab a beer and I told him no. What's the point of that? "Here, go get drunk on my buck". No, not really. One of my friends says he appreciates when panhandlers are honest and ask for drinking money, I say "No way". If you have to ask others to help you get drunk you have to re-examine your life and seek out real help. I do think that there are institutions in place to help the destitute or hard up, and I won't let my conscious get at me anymore about not giving up change to them. I think that's the long and short of it really. No more feeling guilty if I don't give out every last cent I have.

So what else? Nothing. :)

I hate people with fat necks. They need to go to Celebrity Fit Club or something.

It was so nice out today. It was actually pretty alright on Saturday too. Both days I went out walking on Elmwood and stopped into some local businesses. I really think that there are too many beggars on the street now. It seems like I can't leave a place without being asked by the same people for change over and over. I just tell myself that it's better them than me and that I don't have that much money to be giving away to strangers. Wish things were different, but they're not.

So I haven't painted in a while. I'm convinced I only have so much creative energy and that it can only be utilized one way at a time. I've been writing a lot of music and acting in this short film a friend's making so I feel like I'll get back to it when I've got less on my plate. I should have a full length album of music by early June and the movie should be done before August.

I'm cool.