But Mostly I Feel Happy..

Cuando tu me dices a media voz que me amas
Me siento tan sublime como el tibio sol de la mañana
Y esto es lo que tu me haces sentir
Desde el dia en que te conocií

Cuando tu me dices a media voz que te ame
Me siento invencible como el huracan mas temible
Y esto es lo que tu me haces sentir
Desde el dia en que te conocií

No siento penas ni dolores de cabeza
Ni confusion de ninguna naturaleza
Ni tampoco siento mas tristeza
Solo siento amor solo siento amor
Solo siento amor solo siento amor
Que por supuesto es todo para ti
Desde el dia en que te conocií

Cuando tu me dices a media voz que no me vaya
Me siento indestructible como un cayon de metralla
Y esto es lo que te me haces sentir
Desde el día en que te conocií

No siento penas ni dolores de cabeza
Ni confusion de ninguna naturaleza
Ni tampoco siento mas tristeza
Solo siento amor

No siento penas ni dolores de cabeza
Ni confusion de ninguna naturaleza
Ni tampoco siento mas tristeza
Solo siento amor solo siento amor
Que por supuesto es todo para ti
Desde el dia en que te conocií

~Juanes

Sometimes I feel sad..

But then I get little emails like this in my inbox and I can't help but smile, like this cheesy smile! Ha ha I think I like the description more than the t-shirt.

I would buy it but I've already wasted enough money on Canadian inspired goods. I would have to say based on my investing experience "it" yields very low returns.

Anyways, Its becoming abundantly clear that facebook is just going farther than I think It would. I got a add request from a friend's mom. I just don' t think I can start adding parents, its just kind of weird. I mean what's next, they'll follow my tweets on twitter? Which leads me to my next little rant. Wtf? I swear Michael was just telling me about this last year and I was like what the hell is that? I joined and now its like on the radio, on tv, my favorite magazine's. Everybody is tweeting, who the hell is doing all this stuff? There has to be someone out there not doing a damn thing but chances are that person will twitter saying he isn't doing anything! Imagine if even Osama had twitter..." Ah just chillin in a cave again, sipping some desert soup and having some cactus juice, wondering if Family guy will do another bit on me?"

Sorry, It just seems like that's all we could talk about for some time and now its like poof, no more Osama talk? Just Obama... interesting how one letter can make suck a big difference.

lunch time..

You're delicious!

Your smooth texture soothes me.
You taste like berries and goodness all mixed up in a heavenly concoction.
Your cold exterior chills my body when heat is beating down on me.
You're super, with blue, red, and ras...low in fat, high on taste.

I love you smoothie, I've fought you long a enough. I surrender my taste buds to you.
I can't shun you from my lips, they just seem to only want to taste you.
I'll sip and sip till there is only slurping
Even then, I'll tilt the cup to get every last drop till there is no more!

Your Ex Lover is Dead..

(I really like this song, I stumbled upon it a while back ! I I literally stumbled on it..)

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across point champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose
I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose
I'll write you a postcard
I'll send you the news
From a house down the road from real love…

Live through this, and you won't look back…
Live through this, and you won't look back…
Live through this, and you won't look back…

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say...

~Stars

Hoping for a miracle.

Yesterday I talked to mom, she told me that my friend's dad has 3 months to live. He was my first basketball coach and he hooked me up with my first summer job, I spent countless hours in his back yard playing basketball with his sons which usually ended up us getting into trouble. I grew up with his kids and we remained close til I moved away to Andrews. Needless to say he's close to my family, I heard through an email that he wasn't doing well but talking to my mom last night it kind of just hit me and I had a really cloud of sadness come over me. I'm not ashamed to say that I shed some tears. I know that we all have our time and when God decides "that's it" well that's it; however he's dying from something he can't fight, a rare form of stomach cancer. He's was one of the fittest and healthiest men I know. He played basketball, ran, hiked, biked, etc..he wasn't the guy that sat on his couch and got fat. To hear that he's wilting away was hard to hear. I think of how its not fair that my friends are losing their father that way, to have to see him physically break down from the cancer eating him away. Just not fair, just not fair.

It's a 180 for me in the sense that I was just on vacation trip where I was closed off from the world. I had no cares and I really wasn't thinking about anyone but myself, I was being selfish. Anyways I'm praying for my friend's Dad, his name Rex. I'm praying/hoping for a miracle.