Monday, June 30, 2003

My little brother came home from Germany late Thursday night. He looks exactly the same as when he left except he's a bit hairier now. I guess he's hairier than me because when He saw me with my shirt off he asked me if I shaved my chest. I laughed because..."of course I don't."
But he's also become hairier in spirit and mental capacity...he's quite grown-up is what I'm trying to say. little brother has a lot of friends. I don't know who I got to see or hear more from his friends from school and the mission or him. But nonetheless, it was good to have hang out with him even if I had to do it with his highschool buddies in tow. little brother says "so" alot. After a question he begins, "so in Germany or So, in my" I guess it's a German language habit (like a love for chocolate and treats.)When I came home from Japan...I couldn't stop bowing over the phone. I still do it sometimes.

So... My little brother indeed did turn out to be too cool for me (just like in my dream). The only thing that didn't come true from my dream was him playing the guitar like a banjo (and the Russian midget ninjas attacking my legs).

So...vauable lessons learned this weekend..."when somebody asks you if you are a say YES!"

The End

Sunday, June 22, 2003

I had a dream that I was in Japan last night. I think it is a sign...
I'm meant to return...

Here is a list of some things I love about Japan:
(Not necessarily in order of importance and by no means all-inclusive)
1) Dress
2) Food
3) Drink
4) Language
5) Culture

Japan is an awesome place and I will love it forever...

Thursday, June 19, 2003

Everlasting Love by Howard Jones

He wasn't looking for a pretty face
She wasn't searching for the latest style
He didn't want someone who walked straight off the TV
She needed someone with an interior smile
She wasn't looking for a cuddle in the back seat
He wasn't looking for a five minute thrill
She wasn't thinking of tomorrow or of next week
This vacancy he meant to permanently fill
I need an everlasting love
I need a friend and a lover divine
An everlasting precious love
Wait for it, wait for it, give it some time

Back in the world of disposable emotion
In the climate of temporary dreams
He wasn't looking for a notch on his bedpost
A love to push, pull and burst at the seams

Is this love worth waiting for
Something special, something pure
Is this love worth waiting for
Bitterness will die for sure
Something special, something pure
Is this love worth waiting for

Sorry to keep posting song lyrics but...hey, the music's been speaking to me lately...

Thursday, June 12, 2003

If a shallow, superficial person finds you attractive...Is that a compliment?

I guess it is if the shallow, superficial person is yourself.


Tuesday, June 10, 2003

This song reminds me of a certain somebody...

GREEN SHIRT by Elvis Costello
there's a smart young woman
on a light blue screen
who comes into my house
every night
she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green
and she turns them into black and white

but you tease you flirt
and you shine all the buttons
on your green shirt
you can please yourself
but somebody's gonna get it

better cut off all identifying labels
before they put you on the torture table
cause somewhere in the quisling clinic
there's a short time typist taking seconds over minutes

she's listening in to the venus line
she's picking out name
I hope none of them are mine


never said I was a stool pigeon
I never said I was a diplomat
everybody is under suspicion
but you don't want to hear about that


better send the begging letter
to the big investigation
who put these fingerprints
on my imagination


Thursday, June 05, 2003

Let me tell you the story of three boys and their plants.

One day there were three roommates. They decided to spruce up their apartment with a little greenery. Boy #1 bought a nice healthy-looking lush plant with broad leaves. Boy #2 bought an English Ivy (he liked how it climbed). Boy #3 bought the strangest plant he could find that was still within his budget: a bromeliad. The boys had chosen plants that were as unique as they were.

The three boys returned home with their prizes and adorned the apartment with their new-found friends. But as time passed...The personalities of the boys soon showed in how they cared for their plants. Plant #1 grew verdantly in its prime location near the sunlight. After a promising start, plant #2 or "monster," as it was soon dubbed, contrary to its hastily given name, soon waned in strength and energy shedding its leaves to the point of naked sterility. Plant #3 grew like a mutant and refused to die even after its master was convinced he had stunted it after knocking it to the ground countless times.

Plant #3 soon found its way to the trash even though it was still alive and well.
Plant #2 sits outside, it's long leafless tendrils grasping for whatever light it can get. starved
Plant #1 reigns supreme, growing green and proud in the sun.

"What is this is good for?" Absolutely nothing.