The present is just a pleasant interruption to the past...

Oh, blog...it has been far too long. I have good intentions, I really do, yet somewhere along the way they completely fall away from the forefront of my mind. When that happens, those intentions are gone for quite a while.

I have photos I want to post from my two-weekends-ago trip to College Station, via the Weezer/Foo Fighters concert in Dallas. I believe Weezer referred to the evening's concert as "Foozer". Anyway, I want to add photographs from that crazy weekend. There are actually several things I would like to add, but instead of posting new blog entries I have been reading interesting works, such as female captivity narratives. Now, I know all of you are jealous because captivity narratives are so exciting, but try to muffle your enthusiasm. I know that no excuses will suffice when it comes to my blogspot absence, but I feel that I will share with you one source of dismay and semi-outrage: one of my professor's is giving us our midterm next Monday, which means I have to get all of my studying accomplished before girls weekend commences, or I will never get it done. Midterm? It feels like we just began the semester. Oh, well.

Here's a bit of awesome news to follow the captivity crap...I get my Powerbook tomorrow. Today I received my first box from Apple, containing all of my purchased "accessories", and I was pretty pumped. I never buy anything and I never get mail, so it was like...a double whammy! I need to end this shopping spree, indeed...but it's so fun. It's like Ashley says, "You just swipe your card and they let you take it home! You swipe the card and it's yours." Hmm...in looking at that statement, I am sitting here thinking about the overwhelming personal debt in our society...and now I am not so "pumped". Oh, well...that's society, not me. I am paying this thing off ASAP and then I will move on to bigger and better (if there is such a thing), such as the furniture on the pages of the IKEA catalog that I have dog-eared. Now all I need is a studio apartment to fill up. Man, the to-do list on the palm of my left hand has grown by two items in the last minute. I need to slow down.

Okay, well...it's my bedtime. Time for some chocolate milk and maybe some music. Tonight I have this song stuck in my head. It's really long, so I will just include the "stuck" excerpts...and it will still be long.

"Konstantine" by Something Corporate

I can't imagine all the people that you know
and the places that you go
when the lights are turned down low.
And I don't understand all the things you've seen,
but I'm slipping in between
you and your big dreams.
It's always you
in my big dreams.
And you dont wanna be here in the future
so you say the present is just a pleasant interruption to the past.
And you dont wanna look much closer
cause you are afraid to find out all this hope
you had sent into the sky by now had
crashed,
and it did

because of me. And then you bring me home,
afraid to find out that you are alone, oh.
And I'm sleeping in your living room,
but we dont have much room to live.

And I had these dreams. In them I learned to play guitar,
maybe cross the country,
become a rock star.
And there was hope in me that I could take you there,
but damnit, you're so young...
well, i dont think I care.
And if I hurt you
then I'm sorry.
Please don't think that this was easy.

And then you bring me home
cause we both know what it's like to be alone, oh.
And I'm dreaming in your living room,
but we don't have much room to live.

And I was thinking
what I was thinking.
We've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere.
My Konstantine came walking down the stairs
and all that I could do was touch her long blond hair.
And I've been thinking,
but it hurts.
And those nights in my car
when the first star you see
may not be a star,
I'm not your star.
Isn't that what you said?
What you thought this song meant?

And if this is what it takes
just to lie with my mistakes
and live with what I did to you,
all the hell I put you through.
I always catch the clock,
its 11:11.
Now you wanna talk.
It's not hard to dream.
You'll always be my Konstantine.
My Konstantine,
they'll never hurt you like I do.
No, they'll never hurt you like I do.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no....

This is to a girl
who got into my head
with all the pretty things she did.
Hey,
you know
you keep me up in bed.
This is to a girl who got into my head
with all these f-ed up things I did.
Hey,
maybe
baby you could keep me up in bed,
my Konstanine.

You spin around me like a dream
we played out on this movie screen,
and I said,
Did you know I missed you?
I miss you.

And then you bring me home
and we go to sleep,
but this time not alone.
And I know
you'll kiss me in your living room.
I know.
I know you miss me in your living room,
cause these nights I think
maybe that I miss you in my living room,
but we don't have much room.
I said, does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
to live,
my Konstantine....