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| Body: | Just some phrases, I've been collecting for two weeks, including the subject line, which came in a dream last night. objects of control confusion to console Variable Punishments This cloak will tear this vail We're driving in circles No Seriously, We're driving in circles Theirs somethings ironic The devil wears a crown very similar to your smile But we watch this lightning and listen this thunder like a lotto You were born with the whip scars of your fathers But then again I was born a little off kilter myself On the principles of Chaos, I cannot divide this line Oh its jaw drop expression, it's a jaw drop expression, When I give a brutal confession a brutal confession Oh with my life! I hope I'm wrong!!! Death is my shadow and takes my friends out to lunch, and visits me while I sleep Oh FTD, how you tease me! |
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
the high ace of the midnight mout
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Good evening!
Tonight. Eventful. Spectacular. Reflective.
A lot can be said of this day. Today I finished my first job with my father where I was given full rains of decision making on panel layout for a job out in Orange County. For those of you who read this who don't know, I install solar panel systems. This is no easy task and if you look at pictures, it looks simple enough, but that's because its done right. Lots of thought, and detail goes into this process. So I'm glad I could prove myself.
I have more proving to do this evening. Tonight is my first show playing for Amue, my new band. I'm special guesting tonight. I'll be playing the last song, which is great, I'm content. I get to prove to the band that I'm for real. I get to prove to myself that I am capable of this. It's somewhat of a land mark. Right? Right.
Tonight I get to watch The Dark Night at midnight, I will be with my friends, and a friend from Temecula who I think is pretty cute too. ;)
Today is also the birthday of a very special lady. My sister in law is 28 today. Although she is passed, we celebrate instead her life. She is 28. Not "She would be 28 today". This would seem so dramatic, it is I suppose, but her spirit, her life is soo strong in my family, and her families life, to speak in past-tense. She's no longer with us, and we miss her. I rely on my faith to know that I will see her again. *Smile*
I'm not sure how my brother is doing today. I hope he's doing alright. I thought I would dedicate part of this blog to Traci McKnight. She was so special. She was the sister I never had. For a long time I called her sis, cause I don't have any sisters. Honestly, she tamed my brother in many respects I felt. She was his voice many times when he didn't want to speak. She was his humour when he wanted to laugh but didn't know how. She was the apple of his eye, and can never replaced. What is that slogan or phrase? Often imitated, never duplicated... Speaks a special tone for Traci. I loved her addictive smile, and her warm laugh. I loved the way she looked at my brother, and when they dated, I admired there love and hoped someday that I would have the same. I still admire there love. Through thick and thin, they loved each other.
She treated me so well. On occasion even put me in place. I remember one time in particular, I was probably 18 or 19 and it was summer, when my mom left for girls camp. I had the whole house to myself for a week, and by the end of that week it certainly looked like I had. So the day before my mom came home, Traci cracked the whip and made me clean the house. I was pretty irritated at how much she made me clean, but my mother came home and was so pleased at the how clean things were. Of course, Traci had to take some of the credit, and probably took more than her fair-share, because my mother praised her and found my stubbornness to be "typical". Thanks Traci for that one :P
I love thinking of her because I feel so warm and happy. I love thinking of the great times we had. 4th's of July, Christmas, Easter. She was a laugh and a half, and always had a good story to share. I miss her, but I feel at ease with how everything as folded. It is a weird way to have to live, but I believe in a plan that makes this right. Positive, positive, positive. Gotta be, always will be.
Love for Traci. Love for Mitch. Love for Mitch & Traci. The Girls. The fam. The Friendships. The good times. Smile. Smile. Laugh. Laugh. Ha. Ha. Oh ya. Miss that girl.
William.
Tonight. Eventful. Spectacular. Reflective.
A lot can be said of this day. Today I finished my first job with my father where I was given full rains of decision making on panel layout for a job out in Orange County. For those of you who read this who don't know, I install solar panel systems. This is no easy task and if you look at pictures, it looks simple enough, but that's because its done right. Lots of thought, and detail goes into this process. So I'm glad I could prove myself.
I have more proving to do this evening. Tonight is my first show playing for Amue, my new band. I'm special guesting tonight. I'll be playing the last song, which is great, I'm content. I get to prove to the band that I'm for real. I get to prove to myself that I am capable of this. It's somewhat of a land mark. Right? Right.
Tonight I get to watch The Dark Night at midnight, I will be with my friends, and a friend from Temecula who I think is pretty cute too. ;)
Today is also the birthday of a very special lady. My sister in law is 28 today. Although she is passed, we celebrate instead her life. She is 28. Not "She would be 28 today". This would seem so dramatic, it is I suppose, but her spirit, her life is soo strong in my family, and her families life, to speak in past-tense. She's no longer with us, and we miss her. I rely on my faith to know that I will see her again. *Smile*
I'm not sure how my brother is doing today. I hope he's doing alright. I thought I would dedicate part of this blog to Traci McKnight. She was so special. She was the sister I never had. For a long time I called her sis, cause I don't have any sisters. Honestly, she tamed my brother in many respects I felt. She was his voice many times when he didn't want to speak. She was his humour when he wanted to laugh but didn't know how. She was the apple of his eye, and can never replaced. What is that slogan or phrase? Often imitated, never duplicated... Speaks a special tone for Traci. I loved her addictive smile, and her warm laugh. I loved the way she looked at my brother, and when they dated, I admired there love and hoped someday that I would have the same. I still admire there love. Through thick and thin, they loved each other.
She treated me so well. On occasion even put me in place. I remember one time in particular, I was probably 18 or 19 and it was summer, when my mom left for girls camp. I had the whole house to myself for a week, and by the end of that week it certainly looked like I had. So the day before my mom came home, Traci cracked the whip and made me clean the house. I was pretty irritated at how much she made me clean, but my mother came home and was so pleased at the how clean things were. Of course, Traci had to take some of the credit, and probably took more than her fair-share, because my mother praised her and found my stubbornness to be "typical". Thanks Traci for that one :P
I love thinking of her because I feel so warm and happy. I love thinking of the great times we had. 4th's of July, Christmas, Easter. She was a laugh and a half, and always had a good story to share. I miss her, but I feel at ease with how everything as folded. It is a weird way to have to live, but I believe in a plan that makes this right. Positive, positive, positive. Gotta be, always will be.
Love for Traci. Love for Mitch. Love for Mitch & Traci. The Girls. The fam. The Friendships. The good times. Smile. Smile. Laugh. Laugh. Ha. Ha. Oh ya. Miss that girl.
William.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
good morning!
I always write things in the morning. It's peaceful calm and quiet I suppose. It's an overcast day mid-July, and of course its the best we can do in the California Inland Empire. One thing that is Ironic is that I am up before anyone in my apartment. That is also interesting because I went to be at like 3am. Which is my subject of matter.
So my Saturday evening was wonderful, I went to my parents, I said hello, we chatted laughs were to be had. I found out my cousin issued my best friend his marriage license, and that was neat because both my cousin and my best friend went to school together so it wasn't like they didn't know each other. In the evening I went out to Temecula and visited a lady friend and hung out with some of her friends, which was really nice and relaxed and not crazy, and just nice.
It was a long evening though I drove home and got home at 2 in the morning. Now for whatever reason, I wasn't tired. So I decided that did want to rest my little head on my comfy smaller sized bed. Instead, I left quickly wallet in hand and went to my local 24 hour Jack-in-the-box. I got a 16 piece spicy chicken bites thing, which if you have honey mustard, is the most amazing midnight food ever! But I digress.
I drove back home to my apartment. Now one thing you should know is, is that there is a gate to my apartment complex, you need a clicker to get in. I have one of the those but it broke. So in order to get in the gate, you have to wait for someone to leave from that gate! So it was 2:30 when I arrived, my food was seating the passenger quite comfortably, and I must admit I watched that brown paper bag in subtle adoration. When I got there, their were some late night drunk people sitting in the spa, I assume they were drunk and going for a midnight dip because they were very loud. Security must have been called and so some rentacops (they may have been real cops I dunno) came to the pool and ushered them off the premices. When the pulled up, they took an angle that didn't open the gate that I needed to get through, although they must have been close to the actuator. When they left, instead of leaving out of the exit that was a mere 10 feet, much to my dismay, dissapoint, and unabated anger, they carefully backed up, so as not to open the gate I needed to get in.
Now thats a dick move right there kids. Obviously, they saw I wanted in, I waited patiently, it's 3 in the morning. I'm not gonna wake up my roommates to ask them to get a clicker and open the gate. All the guest parking is gone on the outside of the gate, which they can clearly see, and they back up, and go out another gate.
This move fuels my animosity towards people with any figure of power. How rude, that they see I want in, and strategically disolve my hopes of getting in my apartment complex. Oh it is soooo frustrating. There were two security dudes, and you know that there thought complex (maybe conversation) went somethin like this:
"Hey, there's that dude in the white car, shouldn't we let him in?"
"Nah, it'll be funny if we just toy with him and make him think we'll let him in"
"Ha, yeah you should back carefully to make sure you don't trip the sensor"
"Yeah, good idea, ohhh man he's gonna be so pissed. I love my job"
"I love you, let's go have extra-marrital-homosexual-relations in some back alley"
"Deal"
Cops are lame. Would you like you hear the insult to injury? I went to the far entrance, waaaaayyy on the other side of the apartment complex, and parked outside the gate, that I could not penetrate. When I walked back to my apartment, I had to walk past the gate that I had first tried to get into. I saw three cars get let in by some other car about to leave. Had I waited a mere 2 or 3 minutes, I could have parked right by my apartment! suck....
I always write things in the morning. It's peaceful calm and quiet I suppose. It's an overcast day mid-July, and of course its the best we can do in the California Inland Empire. One thing that is Ironic is that I am up before anyone in my apartment. That is also interesting because I went to be at like 3am. Which is my subject of matter.
So my Saturday evening was wonderful, I went to my parents, I said hello, we chatted laughs were to be had. I found out my cousin issued my best friend his marriage license, and that was neat because both my cousin and my best friend went to school together so it wasn't like they didn't know each other. In the evening I went out to Temecula and visited a lady friend and hung out with some of her friends, which was really nice and relaxed and not crazy, and just nice.
It was a long evening though I drove home and got home at 2 in the morning. Now for whatever reason, I wasn't tired. So I decided that did want to rest my little head on my comfy smaller sized bed. Instead, I left quickly wallet in hand and went to my local 24 hour Jack-in-the-box. I got a 16 piece spicy chicken bites thing, which if you have honey mustard, is the most amazing midnight food ever! But I digress.
I drove back home to my apartment. Now one thing you should know is, is that there is a gate to my apartment complex, you need a clicker to get in. I have one of the those but it broke. So in order to get in the gate, you have to wait for someone to leave from that gate! So it was 2:30 when I arrived, my food was seating the passenger quite comfortably, and I must admit I watched that brown paper bag in subtle adoration. When I got there, their were some late night drunk people sitting in the spa, I assume they were drunk and going for a midnight dip because they were very loud. Security must have been called and so some rentacops (they may have been real cops I dunno) came to the pool and ushered them off the premices. When the pulled up, they took an angle that didn't open the gate that I needed to get through, although they must have been close to the actuator. When they left, instead of leaving out of the exit that was a mere 10 feet, much to my dismay, dissapoint, and unabated anger, they carefully backed up, so as not to open the gate I needed to get in.
Now thats a dick move right there kids. Obviously, they saw I wanted in, I waited patiently, it's 3 in the morning. I'm not gonna wake up my roommates to ask them to get a clicker and open the gate. All the guest parking is gone on the outside of the gate, which they can clearly see, and they back up, and go out another gate.
This move fuels my animosity towards people with any figure of power. How rude, that they see I want in, and strategically disolve my hopes of getting in my apartment complex. Oh it is soooo frustrating. There were two security dudes, and you know that there thought complex (maybe conversation) went somethin like this:
"Hey, there's that dude in the white car, shouldn't we let him in?"
"Nah, it'll be funny if we just toy with him and make him think we'll let him in"
"Ha, yeah you should back carefully to make sure you don't trip the sensor"
"Yeah, good idea, ohhh man he's gonna be so pissed. I love my job"
"I love you, let's go have extra-marrital-homosexual-relations in some back alley"
"Deal"
Cops are lame. Would you like you hear the insult to injury? I went to the far entrance, waaaaayyy on the other side of the apartment complex, and parked outside the gate, that I could not penetrate. When I walked back to my apartment, I had to walk past the gate that I had first tried to get into. I saw three cars get let in by some other car about to leave. Had I waited a mere 2 or 3 minutes, I could have parked right by my apartment! suck....
Monday, July 7, 2008
welcome welcome.
Today I write my official blog, and i gotta say it feels good. So here's what we(I) can expect to have posted here. I plan to post things like:
Willy
- New bands, that I found and I want to share with others.
- Concerts I've been to, maybe some pictures from these?
- Of course, news in my life, personal or otherwise
- News in the world and my thoughts of the news
- Just my thoughts in general
Willy
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