Don’t worry, this’ll all be interesting when I’m dead.

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‘ve heard there are no rules in love and war. I’ve also heard that all is fair in love and war. I don’t know which holds more truth because neither ever seems to be, in fact, true.

If we make it through the shit times, we can do anything. All we need is patience and a lot of faith. I’ve surprised myself at how much of both I’ve shown over the years. I guess what it comes down to is that I believe in so few things in life, that when I come across something that I do believe in, I will fight bare-knuckled until my skin has worn through for it, or until I’m proven wrong beyond doubt. Shame on anyone who’s skeptical of that fact.

t’s gonna be another busy week. Monday is band practice, Tuesday is nothing (I’m writing this more for me than anyone else), Wednesday is the TOOL CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Thursday I get to find out if I have the HIV or not and then I’m helping my mom drop her car off at the service station, Friday I am helping her pick the car back up. Then the weekend comes and I have nothing special planned that I remember. Ok so I guess it’s not that busy of a week. I really just wanted to write it all down and have an excuse to express my excitemenet for being one of the lucky few going to see Tool at The Tower Theatre.

EDIT: Tuesday has now been filled up with “Movie Monday at The Troc.” Only this week its on Tuesday. Movie is Taxi Driver. Accompanies by Dan and whoever responds to his myspace invite.

The band and I have set up a few musicians profiles all over the web. One of them has already gotten us a couple reviews and coincidentally, they’re both positive! I gotta say I’m disappointed in a handful of “friends” on MySpace who’ve chosen not to show any support whatsoever by not adding Circuit Theory to their friends list. Am I being too sensitive? I feel this really shows who cares and who doesn’t. Because if anyone knows me, they should know how much I wanted to be back in a band and how much I wanted to sing and pursue a career in music. You’d think they could at least show they support it in some way. Even by giving an opinion on it. But no. And that’s kind of how my life’s always been. And people wonder why I’m become so “self-centered.” Well shit, if I can’t count on anyone else, you better believe I’m gonna focus on my own well-being.

weekend’s pace is always too fast. This one should never end. And although it’s still Sunday afternoon, it’s pretty much over as far as I’m concerned. I was lucky this time. I didn’t have expectations other than making it memorable… making it enjoyable. I suppose I did pretty good.

I wish I could write in smaller brushstrokes.

We’ve so much more to learn. I’ve a world to show you, still. I’ve a world behind those eyes to experience, too. Likewise, there’s a life untapped waiting patiently, like me, to be taken… to be chosen.

There is indeed a sense of loss, even though I was too delirious to express it. But I’m in a different place. I’m in the same place I’ve been for a long time. Waiting in the wings for an intermission. This was all I could hope for, for now. A brief embrace. I’m fighting off my urges to start holding my breath, though. I always seems to get ahead of myself.

Excitement, to the point that I’m trying my best not to have a heart attack.
I am alive.

Hey! Look!