"It starts in my toes"

I've been sitting here for the last twenty minutes, looking and searching for a decent way to start this blog, and not until this song came on did it come to me. It's a nice, happy song.
The kinda song you can picture yourself listening to on the radio, at 9:30 on a lazy Saturday morning, while you're out in the kitchen making breakfast in bed for your special lady.
The kinda song that makes you glad you've got that special someone in your life.
It's just a happy, pleasant song, and it reminds me of love.
Go listen to "Bubbly", by Colbie Callait. I know, I know, it's a bit of an older song (as far as pop music goes), but hey... good music is good music.
It's one of those songs you want playing when you're dancing with your wife on your wedding day. Me, I picture other members of the family surrounding the dancing, happy couple, blowing bubbles onto them.
I know it may not be the best description there... But I can picture how it'd look.


I think too much about love sometimes... Is it because I have none in my life? There's no one special in my life right now; at least no one I can just call up to come over and hang out whenever I wish.
There IS a light in the darkness, however I don't know if that light is shining for me or not. I'm too afraid to ask her...
Every time I've tried to talk about my feelings to a particular person, something always ends up getting all fuck-ish. Either I've been reading the girl the wrong way, or she's mis-read my actions...
Or any number of things.
Suffice to say, I've got the shittiest luck with women. My ideal woman would be someone who has had just as shitty luck with men as I've had with women.
Someone who understands that a broken heart CAN heal.


Okay, enough about that love business. No one reading this cares to hear about my heart. I should be more guarded in my pursuit of happiness anyhow. I give too much of myself away; where's the mystery?
Sure, ye may enjoy reading what I have to say, but I can only reveal so much before it's, well, TOO much.

I still haven't applied for MUN, and that's mostly because I really don't know how to go about doing it. I'm completely new to this process. I honestly don't have a clue where to start. I know what it is I want to study, and where I want to go in life...
So I guess that door is opened.
But where do I go from here? Do I turn left/right? Do I go straight ahead?

So for anyone who happens to be reading this: Help me please. Where do I go from here? How the hell does one go about applying to MUN?


I can't wait for July. My sister's baby will be born, and I'm quite possibly the most excited uncle to be on the planet. It's not possible for a brother to want to see his sister's baby, any more than I want to hold Heidi's. I've always been a fan of babies.
Well, I dunno if that's the right way to say it.
But I love 'em. They really are special. They're innocent and unspoiled.
They're fucking CUTE!!

Ahhhh y'know what... As much as I try to change the subject up here (imagine me pointing to my forehead), it just can't happen. Music makes me think funny things, and that Love Story song just came on.
I can't help but think of a particular lady whenever I hear it. It's just one of those songs that... I dunno... takes me away, if you will. It's just a weird coincidence how the lyrics kinda tie in to a little story.
One that I will keep close to me, and one that you nosy buggers won't know, unless you're me or you're her.
I want to kiss this girl.
Just once.
Right on the forehead.
And I want to tell her that her broken heart need not hurt.