Lost a friend today. Not a close friend, but a friend regardless. I'll give you more later.

So, I am taking my italian class at 7:20 pm, untill 9. I'm wondering if I should maybe change it to the 5pm class. I'm going to go check it out tonight and see how it is, and make a decision based on that, I suppose.

I haven't been blogging lately due to my time being consumed with last-moments-of-summer-fun. Anyhow, I am here again, so don't be sad. You've got a strong case of Llama Lovin coming straight at you

Dear Senator Fuckhead,

I understand that school is starting now, and that you went to Florida for a bit during your vacation. I understand that you had to work, and our work schedule conflicted. I could understand if I was hard to get ahold, and I know that you definately were.

But don't play me like that. Don't just move to another state and not even say goodbye. No hang out, no phone call, no voice message. Come on, dick. You could have left me a voicemail, for all I care.

Llama, you suck. Sometimes when I see you, I think of slicing my eyes with a razor and squeezing lemon juice into the fresh wounds. Also, I am moving to Vegas. See ya later.

That would have been fine. But instead I find out from my mom "Oh yeah, he already moved." Come on dude, where's the love?

Thanks anyway,
Christopher

Moms are cool. Even in ways you don't think they are. Yeah, they are neat for cookies, hugs, band-aids (kiss included), and locking out of the house when you're four, so you can wave at her from the window, maniacal laughter and all telling you that the other kids are just jealous... you're cool. But also because they smack you around and tell you never to drink the kerosene again, because they make you brush your teeth (even if you just did it like two days ago).

They're just a fantastic organization that I really dig. Nobody has ever believed in me more than my mom, and that alone makes her the coolest person in my life.

Thanks, for the whole package deal. The birth, the raising (as a single parent for the first 5 years), the lessons learned, and waking me up at 5:24 in the morning to show me the greatest snowstorms Arizona has ever seen (a whole 2 or 3 inches... that's a lot here.) Love you.

Sometimes, you just have to get up and do it. Invite a friend over, and dance around listening to some jams. Or havinga jam session.

Either way, you just have to get up and do it. I know, it sounds a little weird, but the blast that you will have is worth it. I would love to stay and elaborate, but I have got to dance to this one.

If you won't help me with my pictures, then fine. But this will not go unpunished by the gods. They'll come and smite you.

Better watch over your shoulder little boy, somethin' fearce is coming your way.

For a while, I was a picture master. I just dug having a camera around just in case something wonderful happened. Be it still or moving, you could bet that what you were doing was to be recorded by some image capturing device if I was in the room. But since moving out and living on my own has left me with no video camera and no still picture camera, I am without any accurate depictions of life.

Thus I am saving my dollars pennies to get a camera and video camera. In the mean time, you guys are going to help me out.

That's right, you. Helping me. My digital pictures (the good ones) usually end up on my screensaver. Now, I trust all you cats in my lovely Readershipland, so I am going to ask you for the coolest damned pictures you own. Not the paper ones... I don't want ya giving those up to me, those are yours. But digital pictures. Sometime in the next week, send me in a picture of anything.

Anything.

Annnnyyyyythiiiiiiinnng.

I'm going to put it on my screen saver, and look at it and remember that you sent it to me.
(Interesting pictures preferred, and yes, sexy girls are interesting. But so are things like a soccer ball in a puddle next to a stop sign, or a picture of your desk, complete with the coolest set of clutter that I've seen yet.)

Send them to meee.

I like knowing things about people. I think it's just very intriguing to know things about folks, beause everyone is so different. What their full name is and represents, their heritage, their food preferences, theories on life and religion, sexuality, hobbies, dreams, encounters of the past, etc. Knowing people makes me happy... really knowing them. Each unique variation that they hold.

Today something through me for a loop, though, and I realized one thing that I have always paid attention to but never really analyzed was each individual voice. Someone called me this morning, whilst my phone remained dead to the world. However, regardless of my conversations past, I had no clue what her voice sounded like untill I received her message.

Everytime I listened, it was was like opening a birthday present for the first time all over again. I knew I was getting a voice, but I didn't know what it would sound like till I finally heard it. It's just a voice, but at the same time... man, what an incredibly complex part of a person. I've listened to the message repeatedly, because it is such an awesome voice that each time I heard it, I soaked it up a little better than before.

The voice I heard was a lightly smoky one, although very crisp. The youthful and fun loving laugh that accompanied her words was a perfect match, and her sigh a final piece to the set. Definately the kind of voice that you'd dig hearing if you were sitting in a patio chair in the backyard, as she tells a story while you drink a beer and close your eyes, enjoying your cool weekend evening with your friends.

Treat me again, friendly voice? And one of these days, knowing that you can, you are going to sing to me.

Randomly, friends just drop off. Sometimes my fault, sometimes theirs, sometimes destiny. However, one friend I managed to hang on to, only by a thread, for some time now.

And it was the coolest experience I've had with any human being for quite some time... because that was one of the biggest open wounds in my emotional sides big hairy ass. And I will tell you what, having a resolve of this level is the greatest feeling to date. There are some people in my live who just really have stuck to my mind, and I love them dearly. And one of those people and I just had a head on collision in our relationship for undetermined reasons, and I we hadn't talked much. But, as fate would have it, despite a big block in our path, I think I finally have one of my best friends back. That makes me happy to extreme lengths.

And man, what a lift off the proverbial shoulders.