Day Three... (Happy Song)

Living Dead Girl

My Happy song would have to be "Living Dead Girl" by Rob Zombie. The song in itself may not be very "happy" but when I hear that song I think of good times. When Nancy and I would take off and head to Santa Cruz we'd listen to that song. I can't think of a better time then hanging out with my best friend and having no thoughts of stress or life.


"Who is this irresistible creature...

...who has an insatiable love for the dead."

Rob Zombie

Day Four... (Favorite Night)

I have had many amazing nights throughout the past (almost) 24yrs of my life. A lot of them were when I was either high or drunk or doing something incredibly stupid. I don't lie about who I was or what I did. I have no regrets. The person I was made me the person that I am today. But my favorite night, out of all the nights I've had, would have to be the night that I finished "The Rose". This took me around 6-7 years to complete. It's something that only I did. On my own. I wasn't high, I wasn't drunk, I wasn't hanging around stupid people dealing with nothing but drama. I was alone, happy, and caught in a world where nothing could go wrong. I felt accomplished and elated to have completed something that I literally poured my blood, sweat, and tears into. For this, the Day Four Picture (My Favorite Night), goes to the night I finished my sewing project.

Boredom prevails...

Coolest cell phone I've ever seen. And applies to the danger of my new discovery.

So I'm sitting here messing with my computer like I always do when I'm putting off doing my homework and I somehow discovered a way to send blog posts via my cell phone. Others have probably already figured this out so I apologize for being behind the rest of you fancy people.

This may be a dangerous finding because now, when I'm lying awake late at night, with all the thoughts running through my head that are keeping me from sleeping, I will be able to send them to my blog to be posted.

The danger in this situation comes from the fact that when I'm thinking late at night there is absolutely NO filter on what I say. This should be interesting.


The cure for boredom is curiousity...

...there is no cure for curiousity.