My finest hour is now; on the eve of my destruction.

-Ryan Gil de Montes

I Hate Allergies!!!

Well, after a few days of going nuts because of being stuffed up I’m feeling better. I would have left a post or two, but I would have had the urge to type words the way I sounded. For example, if I would have written \"I am not feeling well\", it would have been "I amb not feelinb well".

New Year’s Eve agenda - Beers and Golf for brunch & Party @ D’s house for the night time festivities. I need to call a few individuals to be sure that they do show up. Kumi is getting more frustrated that she hasn’t gone into labor yet, but she’s due any day now.

For those who actually read my poetry, expect more in the next week or so.

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’twas 2 hours past the night before christmas and all through the house
Nothing was stirring but me and my computer’s mouse

Looking at the computer screen imagining a way out of this.
There is nothing that can ever be promised.

Poetic Melancholic Mood

It is now officially December 25th; the celebrated day of Christ. How is this day celebrated? By family and love? Nay, ‘tis about the money and payment materialism instead of what is important.

Once again I am not celebrating this holiday. If I had children of my own, that would be something different. I’d teach them about the "real" spirit of the holidays and the pagan gift giving which the day is now.

Stiff Nipple Racing

Well, SNR should be up and running soon now that I’m on winter break. Things are going well all and all. I just need to save some cash to buy my own house and move out. Other than that, all energy is being put into SNR and lesson plans.

The Two Towers kicked ass. 3 hours and 15 minutes of fighting.

Never underestimate the power of me. Each time I’m beaten I rise to a higher level.

Ode to her Soul

The owl that flies across the night sky
Sits on its perch while gleaming,
Staring deep into my eyes
It seeing straight into my mind.

Pulls out of my memories long passed
The image of a woman that is from my past

When will I see her again
With my heart dreaming
When will the wait be over
With my heart beaming?

Someone says at the week’s end
Will be when this happens

My will does not need to bend
Nor does hers to mine
The past year gave her time to mend
It all just took time.

Perhaps I will be hers;
And she will be mine.

Opportunities Renewed

Although SNR hasn’t gone very far
I know exactly where we are

The methods continue to develop
Soon it will envelop

The future burns brighter
Than a magnesium fire

Soon we will have what we desire
Of which I will not tire

Soon, oh soon it will all be mine
It will just take time

Then, I can go insane
It will start all over again.

Bills, bills, and yet more bills

There are very few self evident truths to life. One of daily life is that you wake up, expunge yourself through bodily functions, eat, sleep, PAY BILLS, then repeat.

I’m trying to figure a way out of living at mom’s house much longer. Dad will be moving out soon. Then, it’s just me, mom, and Alita. If only someone else was able to move out too, it would make life a bit nicer. I should be leaving the house in about 2 months or so.