You Stole The Keys To This Ride

Relationship. I'm beginning to grow a distaste for the word 'relationship' and a preference for the word 'affair'. Just thinking about it I realize that the supposed relationships that I have been in were really just affairs. Which makes me wonder if most of the relationships people claim to have had were really exaggerated affairs. I'm also left curious on how many times I can use the word 'relationship' in the middle of a sentence and end that same sentence with 'affair'. It may be easier, or even somewhat of a cop-out, to fall back on the affair label. For instance, I have had an affair with someone who I wanted very badly to have a relationship with, yet when it ended I had not lost a relationship, I merely lost an affair. BUT it seems to me, in this nostalgic state I'm in, as much as it is a cop-out there is still so much truth to it all. I wanted a relationship with this person so badly it turned my whole world around, yet after it was all said and done and the emotions weren't clouding the very logic I fight to live my life by, I saw that I wasn't in it enough to not sabotage the whole entire mess. As deep as the feelings were they weren't enough to play the game properly. There was no relationship. There was only an affair.

The Bet

I have this bet going with a buddy of mine about who will be in a relationship first. The loser buys tickets for an Angels game. We are kind of backwards in that the loser is the person who gets in a relationship first. Anything beyond a one-nighter counts. So say either of us have a one week affair with some chick that person is buying some tickets. I'm looking pretty decent for the win seeing as though I'm not actively pursuing anybody at the moment. However, there is that one little thing, that one situation that is practically begging for my attention, and I don't know that I can fight it any longer. So maybe with a little weakness or massive strength (it depends on how you look at it) I might be at a disadvantage for the win. I think it's safe to say that the next little while is going to be pretty interesting in regards to my personal life. I'm ready.

Somebody Please Tell Her For Me

Yet another patient asked for a different doctor today. When are people going to realize that age doesn't matter. I may still be a teenager but I'm one of the best and brightest doctors this country has ever seen. If I were ill I'd definitely want my care. I bumped into Wanda the other day. This "break" is just ridiculous. Really I've been stupid just letting her go without a fight. I mean the girl is playing this game with me and I just sit here and take it. So I'm going to start playing the game back. I know I have it, that one big gesture that changes the world, and I'm going to unleash it on Wanda. Why shouldn't I? She makes me happier than a brand new stethoscope. You should always give what makes you happy that one last go. Vinny is against it, but what does he know? I mean the guy was in Newsies for crying out loud.

Doogie Howser, MD
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It was on off day for the remodel. Still filling my lungs with loads of acoustic dust.

Growing Young

There's no carpet. There's dust everywhere. I feel like I live in a warehouse.

Indoor Rain and the Winter Wonderland

It's around 4 AM. We are just now crashing. Josh's bed is mostly filled with piles of crap so he's trying to sleep in the little space there is left. My mattress is on the floor in the living room surrounded by scraps of "acoustic shit". Our biggest fear of the day was that the recent heat wave would have brought a ridiculously scorching temperature. The forecasted high was 98 degrees (not the boy band), but it turned out to be an excellent day. It would have been unfair to have asked for better weather. The temp never even hit the 90's and stayed mostly in the low 80's. Anyway, I'm beat so.............

Demolition

So we are doing some remodeling and I thought it'd be cool to have a little remodel diary going. I'm still not at 100% so I don't have the energy to go into too much detail right now. We sort of started the manual labor last weekend and continued today.

What is going:
Pretty much everything
Scraping the "acoustic shit" aka popcorn off the ceilings
The carpet
Kitchen cabinets, dishwasher, stove, fridge
bathroom everything
All living room furniture
Lamps

What is coming:
New ceiling texture
New carpet
Tile or hardwood floor
Kitchen everything
Bathroom everything
Paint in all rooms
New living room furniture
AIR CONDITIONER
Dining room table??????

There is probably more to both lists that I'm forgetting. Anyway, today Josh and I pulled all the carpet and padding out of the living room, hallway, and bathroom. We had to wear masks due to the amazing amount of dust we kicked up. There were piles of dirt under the carpet. It was pretty disgusting. It is incredible how much a room echoes when there is no carpet laid down to absorb the noise. The highlight of the night was, rather than cutting the carpet into small pieces, we rolled one big piece and tried to cut down the roll with small razors. We felt like surgeons there for a while, especially considering how precise we had to cut when our hands were holding the pieces apart, centimeters away from the sharp blades.

Anyway, that's all for now. Oh, and naturally, some of what I write about this whole experienced may be dramatized, completely made up, or irrelevant to the situation in order to flare up the story. BOOM

Is This Burning An Eternal Flame?

The ONE positive thing about being sick is that you don't really think about anything except "I'm sick." All your over-analytical characteristics are turned into the concentration of "how the hell do I get better?" I guess I'm starting to feel a little better now, otherwise I wouldn't be on here. However, I don't have too much energy left to continue on. I will be back at 100% with some spankin'' new shizzle. Word .