Trrees....

The Battle of The Trree Farm!We Came.
We Warred.
We lowered our standards.
We Scoured.
And finally, We smote our foe.

And I have been replaced, by Greg! Woe is me! Oh how cruel is the life I live! How disasterifically horrid are my comings! And how grotestly, macabretically, sorrowfully, are my forlorn goings! WHOOHAA. Aren't you glad I posted? Hmmm?

Cross your fingers friends. The job hunt must grow more vigorous and I am to try my hand at modeling once again. Life's far to short to doddle. So there hasbeen no sanctuary for one such as me in the realm of daily feelings. I'm tired, in a sort of spread way, I'm irritable, my stomach consistantly feels uneasy, I frequently find my head to throb. What is the matter with me? Can not working make you ill? I'm starting to wonder..... Regardless, one must fight on, and I like to consider myself a fighter, if not a lazy sort of fighter. So, I shant give up yet, and neither should you if such times of sorrow find you. Besides, someones looking out for you whether you like it or not.

On another note, my room has never been cleaner. So there.

Oh! You won't believe it, but, Wednesday through Friday of this week, my father and I are taking a motorcycle class. One in which we learn how to ride, defensively, and actually do ride, and in the end recieve a motorcycle license. Of course, one must pass. It should be an interesting experience. Pray for us haha.

If you must know, thanksgiving was pleasant. The days surrounding it where mostly pleasant as well. More pleasant than most days in general on some occasions. Take care.

Thiss is karen Dalton, she sings like billy holiday, but plays guitar and banjo. Known to be a great inspiration to the likes of Dylan and many more. She is so great, and moving. I hear she died in 1996 on the streets of NY, homeless and alone, at some old age. God bless her.



And clearly I cannot sleep. Ta.

Pity, it feels like a friday....

Today Today Today Today Today is my birthday. Phew. Wears me thin. 22 years, and I'm still at home kicking around the long settled dust which covers all I own, and me. What does it take to find your place? What does it take to make a living? Happily? I'm 22 and I dont know, all I do is dream empty dreams. Fleeting. Empty. Dreams. One second a passion burns in my soul, the next, I've forgotten about it completely. What is that? Bloody madness leading strait to nowhere. Pish posh, enough of the pity party. I'm alive, er, sort of, I've a few friends, a family who loves me, more shit than anyone could ever need, I'll be gifted a venture of a lifetime in a time, I've got it good. And I know where I'm going when I die, I've got the gift, and thats the best thing out there. So sure life aint so bad. At any rate, yesterday was excellent, today was good, tomorrow has some act to follow. Good luck with that. And with that I've lost the will to be awake any longer. I'll post something less depressing later.

Have you see this film? If not, put it on your to do list on the double mate. Great actors, great story, great twists, great music, great period, great clothes, great film. Makes me want to cut my hair, buy some outstanding suits, look respectable, and indulge in a life of con and crime.

look down.

The pumpkin is Jack the Pumpkin King. FYI.

(if they made sense, would you be mad as well?).

So I "lost" my wallet last week, canceled some cards, mourned the loss of greens, and abused my steering wheel. But today I got a new license and my word the DMV is quite an unbelievable melting pot. The rich the poor, the black, the brown, the red, the yellow, the green, the blue, the white, tha gangsta, the gangster, the mother, the child, and their dog were all there in somewhat even distribution and then me. I felt as though I'd walked into imigration or someplace of the sort. It was quite the experience. Thogh I've no stories of interest to speak of from the event. Haha. My picture should be a kick hoha.

I was playing guitar, wait, no I was trying to play guitar today and I've come to realize something dreadful. I will never be an accomplished guitar player. I cannot for the life of me, no really, play chords where you bar a bridge or whatever you call it. I'm incapable, completely. The reason for this is the awful truth that my left elbow is mangled. It's warped in such a way that prevents me from extending my arm fully (think the opposite of double jointed elbows) and cannot even with pressure twist fully to the left or thumb wise. So in essence, I'm mained, and unless I come to playing as if I were left handed, I will forever be incapable of becoming seasoned. Woe is me. Hah!

I did kinda learn a song though haha. I shall now sow, cause I can.

You should count the "I"s in this entry, there must be at least 30. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII these don't count.

Be well children of ___________.