Reality Gave Me My Black Eyes

You know something? I can be happy if I want to be. It's true. And it's relatively easy. So, perhaps you're wondering why I don't really put this happiness into effect? Because it feels too damn fake. It's good for a few minutes, but it's just not real. Soon enough. Soon enough.

I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings through words that were not merely grammatically correct, with correct spelling and decent punctuation... I'd like to be able to write songs and poems and the like. Truth is I'm just not good at it.

Titles, though... I can whip out a pretty dandy title just about any day. Need a name for your cd? I'm the kid to come to. Need help writing a song? I'll edit it and be brutally honest, but other than that, you're out of luck.

I know the difference between YOUR and YOU'RE!

There are some shows coming up to this area. These are the ones I and/or my friends and/or my family are interested in:

January 31st: Bright Eyes at the Raleigh Memorial Auditorium.
February 4th: Hawthorne Heights at the Tremont Music Hall in Charlotte.
February 19th: Atreyu, Norma Jean, and Unearth at Ziggy's in Winston Salem.
February 27th: Flogging Molly at the Tremont Music Hall in Charlotte.
March 10th: Chevelle at the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach.

Out of those, I'd love to see Bright Eyes and Norma Jean. Flogging Molly would be cool, but I could live without 'em. Bright Eyes, my favorite, looks the most probable. That is, if it isn't sold out already.

Today, my most common feeling was that of disposability. I want to be indispensable. Thankfully, before I had a chance to go to bed early and upset, one of my most beloved friends randomly said, "I truly cherish you deeply." That warmed my heart.

I might have more than just one or two friends at a time someday. If not, as long as I have a husband who loves me, I think I'll be just fine.

We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me than you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful? For that reason alone we human beings ought to stand before one another as reverently, as reflectively, as lovingly, as we could before the entrance to hell. -Franz Kafka