"Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm a man of wealth and taste"

Ever listen to the Guns 'n Roses version of "Sympathy for the Devil"?
Do it. Go d/l it right now, then come back and listen to it as you read this blog. I get an emotional hard on every time I hear it.

Come to think of it, I get an emotional boner every time I listen to G'N'R. I really love those guys. I'm kinda sore they haven't put out any new music since I was in grade 6. Yes, I'm fully aware of "Chinese Democracy", but that doesn't count as a Guns album. It's Axl Rose and four guys who probably weren't even old enough to have pubes when Appetite for Destruction was released.

Ahhhhh Appetite. Now there's an album to -ahem- "make love" to.


I'm in a pretty decent mood this evening. I would think that'd be obvious, considering this is my second blog entry of the day. Maybe it's because I was out for a walk tonight. Maybe it's because I did some real work today, when I shoveled some snow off the front lawn.
But whatever it is, I feel great.
I feel like a million and a half bucks. Mentally and physically, I'm on top of the world. When people say exercise makes you feel great, they ain't bullshitting you.

Reading never hurts, either. I haven't read many positive books lately, but I think I should start up again. I'm thinking of going over the "Monk" book I've praised so highly in the past, before I go back to school. As good as my spirits are right now, it would never hurt for some extra "lifting".

Speaking of lifting spirits, I was given cause to wonder about something earlier this evening before I went on my walk. I'm sure everyone in Newfoundland (and even those of you who live away, if you still read this) is aware of the terrible tradgedy that happened a week ago, when that helicopter crashed off the coast and killed 18(?) people. A casual aquaintance of mine's father was on that flight. My heart goes out to her.
What I'm getting at here is this... When people are faced with times of extreme grief and pain, they turn to religion.
Why?
They pray as if some unseen force will make them feel better.

I ain't knocking religion, but I just don't see how asking something that may not even exist will help you. I know that comment very well may piss off some people, but when have I ever been worried about pissing people off?

I'm not trying to say I think religion is dumb. I mean, whatever works for ya... Go nuts. I ain't going to judge. But it just ain't my bag, baby. That's not to say that I wouldn't get married in a church, if the opportunity arose. I'm not saying that if I ever found myself a nice catholic girl, I wouldn't marry her.
But religious beliefs aren't as important to me as they once were.
I like to live my life for me. I refuse to "serve and obey" anyone.


Okay, before I end up figuratively cutting my own balls off, I'm going to shut up on the religion talk. I usually end up putting my foot in my mouth with that. As much as I'm not worried about offending anyone, there is really one person in particular I don't wish to offend. I'm not even sure if she still reads the blog, because I haven't spoken to her in over a month now... but we'll just leave 'er at that.


I need to write an email to someone... I need to apologize for a few things I've said. I want to clear the air between me and a dear friend... I just don't know how receptive they'll be.
But who would I be if I didn't take a chance?


I need need need to learn "He ain't heavy" on piano. I've got it on again, and my arms are covered in goosebumps. You really owe it to yourself to download this song. While I was out for a walk tonight, the song was playing... and as per usual when I listen to a song I really enjoy, it set off a hypothetical situation in my head. I don't like to talk about death, or people dying (unless it's in my fictional writing), but the "vision" (if you will) involved me singing this song at my father's funeral. I know, I know, he ain't dead yet, and I hope he never dies. I don't ever wish it to happen, even though I know it'll happen eventually.
But I imagined myself playing/singing this song, but replacing the word "brother" with "father"... if you really wanna know something, I can't think about stuff like that without tears coming to my eyes.

I dunno... that kinda sounds stupid...

But really, I think of stuff like that (hypothetical situations) all the time when I listen to a particularily emotional song. Music always brings out funny emotions in me. Hey, I'm an emotional person.
I have always worn my heart on my sleeve, and I always will.

I think I may have said something in the earlier blog today about keeping myself guarded, but man... I just can't. I don't want to. I want to tell the world how I feel. I want to let everything I have in me out. I would let it out all day long if I could.


My eye is starting to hurt. Maybe I've got glaucoma. Maybe I qualify for medicinal marijuana.

Speaking of pot, it'll be four weeks since I got high on Saturday. That's the longest time I've went without getting stoned in ten years. I kid you not.

I wouldn't mind smoking a joint now, to be honest. Just to see what it's like again.
I doubt I will.

But I know when I move back into St. John's, I will end up smoking a little weed. I think what I might do is buy a bong. It's much easier to smoke smaller amounts with a bong, and well, to be honest, I've always prefered a bong to a joint, anyways.


hmm..... it's almost 1am. I'm gonna go now. Jay Leno's on soon.

I think I'm gonna go on another walk tomorrow... Hopefully my legs won't be as sore after tomorrow's walk. They hurt like d'jesus this evening, and that's only because I've been so physically inactive in the last two months. I need to get rid of this ass that's grown on me since I quit smoking. My appetite is massive.