...how long 'til my soul gets it right...

peace out, playa

2005-05-09T01:32:00.000-05:00

my dearest blogspot,

i must confess. i have been unfaithful. but i feel as though i should tell you now...before you find out from someone else.

i have a new blog.

it's hard, i know. we've always had a love/hate relationship... but i really think that, in the end, this is the best decision for us both.

we've been through a lot together...and i was finally starting to get comfortable with you. i know that just makes this all the more painful.

i hope we can still be friends. i know it hurts...but it's not you, it's me.

with love,
katie

a great quote from kari...

2005-04-24T01:01:00.000-05:00

As we drove home last night from dinner with some friends, we talked last night about how our lives take different turns than we expect, and how hard and exciting and scary and disappointing it can be all in one. And we listened to David Grey again, and Waterdeep, and all these songs that make us think of summer. And Mike held my hand and let me cry.

i don't know where i'm going.

2005-04-23T17:41:00.000-05:00

"we'll be okay."
- "that'd be nice."

when i grow up, i want to be...

2005-04-23T03:12:00.000-05:00

i have a secret fantasy life

2005-04-23T02:09:00.000-05:00

i just discovered the option to add a title to blog posts the other day...because i'm a bum.

when i imagine my life a few years down the road...i picture myself laying in a hammock/sitting on a porch swing/etc playing the guitar and singing songs with no one else around for miles...

sometimes...i also like to pretend that i'll decorate my future house with tons of pictures that i've taken...paintings friends have done...crafts friends have made...

now keep in mind that i have no talent in these areas.

but when has that stopped me from doing anything else?

2005-04-20T12:37:00.000-05:00

2005-04-15T04:17:00.000-05:00

for the love, people...please go read this page. the whole damn thing.

READ ME READ ME READ ME

2005-04-15T02:54:00.000-05:00

i love my girls. i love nights of drinking. i don't see either nearly enough.

2005-04-12T00:41:00.000-05:00

i love new york.

2005-04-12T00:33:00.000-05:00

so much for love i guess
i've been wronged but it's alright
cause i'm moving on

i've got my car all packed
with cassette tapes and sweaters
and loose change and cheap cigarettes
i'm gonna drive through the hills
put my hand out the window
and sing til i run out of words

i'm gonna stop at every truck stop
make small talk with waitors and truck driving men
i'm gonna fall asleep in the back seat
with no one around but me and my friends

it's gonna be so great
it's gonna be just like my wedding day

yeah, i've had enough of love
it feels good to give up
so good to be good to myself
i'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
but plenty of vision in mind

i'm gonna drive to the ocean
go skinny dipping
blow kisses to venus and mars
i'm gonna stop at every bar
and flirt with the cowboys
in front of their girlfriends

it's gonna be so great
it's gonna be just like my wedding day

so much for love i guess
i've been wronged but it's alright
cause i'm moving on

i'm gonna drive over hills, over mountains
and canyons and boys that keep bringing me down
i'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine
drink good wine at vineyards
and get asked to dance

i'm gonna be carefree
and let nothing pass me by
never ever again

it's gonna be so great
it's gonna be so great
it's gonna be just like my wedding day

- rosie thomas

2005-04-11T02:22:00.000-05:00

sometimes i just like to post pictures that i like. and i don't care if anyone else likes them.

this is one of those times.

i like this...i also like what it reminds me of.

2005-03-27T04:00:00.000-06:00

basically...i love this.

2005-03-27T03:59:00.000-06:00

today was glorious.

i slept in.

dyed easter eggs.

took kelcey to the plaza...then to westport (murray's and streetside records)...then to FREE dinner...back to the house for a bit...then out to a casino to see a movie.

(side note: is it wrong to take your little sister - who is a minor - to a casino?)

streetside is really the reason i'm posting. between us...we got 7 cds. or maybe 8.

i picked up the cold mountain soundtrack...how to dismantle an atomic bomb...retrospective...and a chris ledoux cd that i can't recall the title of. (side note part two: i like to end sentences with prepositions.) so far...i've only listened to "you will be my ain true love" on repeat. i freaking love it. i almost peed a little when ak played that a few weeks ago. ask dena...she'll tell you.

i got four cds for 30 bucks or so. used cds stores will be the (financial) death of me.

2005-03-23T02:03:00.000-06:00

by the way...my washington pictures are up. most of you have seen them already...but i'm just sayin'.

check em out. click me, sucka.

here's my favorite...

2005-03-01T10:09:00.000-06:00

being a fill-in secretary is AWESOME.

i wish they'd ask me to do this everyday.

i work at an elementary school in the mornings as a teacher's aide for a 2nd/3rd grade class. however...the school secretary couldn't make it today, so they asked me to cover.

so...what have i been doing? answering the intercom (everyone coming into the school has to use an intercom so i can buzz them in)...answering the phone...reading the paper...playing around on the .net. GLORIOUS.

whenever anyone calls and i don't know whatever it is they want to know...i just take a message. or transfer them.

i think the secretary should be out once a week.

in other news...dena and i are going to see alison krauss & union station tomorrow night at the midland. OH YES. :tinkle: (thanks dad!!) (for the ticket...not for a weak bladder...it is strong like bull.)

also...the power at my house went out last night. well...not just my house. our block. this wouldn't really be a big deal...except that my house is a soup kitchen. and we had just started serving dinner. we made it through as normal. and by "normal" i mean..."i just saw shadowy figures all night."

now...our basement's sort of creepy anyway...but i was NOT A FAN of going down there last night. i was lucky enough to only have to make a couple trips down. i was convinced that someone was going to jump out of the dark and try to attack me. but i had it all planned out. i made sure the flashlight i took with me was my maglite...so i could beat the fire out of anyone i encountered in the basement.

we made it through ok. we ended up with my maglite...a little rubber flashlight (which belongs to the house)...several little keychain flashlights (belonging to guests, volunteers, etc)...and one green glowstick which was hung from the kitchen ceiling fan. oh yes...danny brings the rave vibe with him. [insert crystal method here]

washington pictures to come soon.

soon-ish.

let's be honest...whenever the hell i get around to it.

2005-02-07T09:18:00.000-06:00

so...last night, i was working at the house. (the soup kitchen) i went downstairs to refill the throat lozenge bucket (a butter tub we keep throat lozenges in)...i was in the basement about five minutes. as soon as i opened the door on the way up...one of the guests (a woman named lori) met me and said "they're fighting in the other room."

i go in the other room...expect to see two guys pushing each other...as that's usually what happens.

i get to the middle room and see rick and carter (whose name is actually rick, also...but i'll call him by his last name to save confusion) fighting. and by "fighting"..i mean...rick is holding carter by his throat against the wall...and has a knife to carter. (i found out it wasn't actally a knife...but all i could see was a metal blade. it was actually a pair of scissors with some weird blade on the side.)

there was no other staff in the front of the house...so i tried to get rick to go outside.

well...they both went outside...still fighting. rick's holding carter over the porch wall...and i literally thought he was stabbing carter. but...he wasn't...he just had him held down...and they were antagonizing the hell out of each other.

brother louis finally comes outside and we try to separate the guys. we eventually get them apart somehow (i don't really remember how). louis gets rick to go back inside and shuts the door. he (louis) then comes outside to help me with carter. we try to get him to go next door with me to the shelter. at least then they'd be apart, and they could each cool down.

well...no. carter wouldn't go with me...and they keep yelling at each other through a closed window.

carter keeps mouthing off about how he's going to get a gun and kill rick...and then he runs off. he just lives across the street.

we keep rick inside for a minute...and we all go back in the house. i went upstairs to get the phone and call the police...because...seriously. i see carter running back from his house now. i went back downstairs by brother louis at the front door. he was about to go outside and talk to carter. i have a better relationship with him, though...so we decided to trade. i had louis call the police...and i went back outside to talk to carter...who we're assuming has a gun at this point.

he's still all pissed, of course...and can still see rick through the window. they keep yelling at each other...it's all very rediculous.

louis comes outside with me and carter...while he's on the phone with the police. we try to get him to talk again...which definitely didn't work. we get carter to leave the yard...he's down on the sidewalk in front of the house or something. then...rick decides to come out of the house and start walking down the alley (away from us). i keep talking to carter...louis goes to talk to rick.

well...carter takes off toward rick...julie (one of the volunteers i live with) and george (one of the guests at the house for dinner...he's great) start yelling at me to come inside the house. (there's a small crowd watching all this from the yard now.) i start to actually walk back to the house...and realized louis couldn't get rick and carter apart by himself. so...i went back.

this crap went on in the alley for about 15 minutes. (at least three calls were made to the police.) so...we're all out in this alley. it had become very obvious that carter did not, in fact, have a gun with him. (george informed that rick is ex-military...so when he says he'll come back with a gun...he'll actually do it. which is what he was threatening to do to carter.)

louis and i manage to keep them seperated...danny (another volunteer), george, and dee (another guest for dinner) eventually all got involved to keep them apart. louis stayed with rick...i stayed with carter.

the people in the yard let rick know that the cops are on their way...so he starts to walk off. then, basically out of nowhere...some cop runs up in the yard next to us. (there's a fence separating us though, so he couldn't get right up on us at first.) then there are two cops (including the first one) running up our alley with guns pulled...one with whatever the normal cop gun is...and the other with a shotgun or something.

they get carter on the ground...search him...find he has no weapon...and start asking him (and us) all sorts of questions. julie, however, starts yelling at the police for taking so long to get there. (we're literally about three blocks from a police station...they came from three miles away.) eventually...they let carter go...they go looking for rick (who left because he has a warrant out)...everyone goes back inside. i help carter get his stuff together and make sure he goes home. (still mouthing off about killing rick, blah blah blah)

rick and carter and both banned from the house for a month.

the thing is...i already miss carter. he was my friend...i genuinely like having him around. and he actually was my safety person. more than once, i took him with me when i had to run someone i didn't know very well to the hospital or wherever. because i knew he wouldn't hurt me. and that's why i was the one that went out to talk to him last night. of everyone that was at the house last night, i know him best. i know he'd never intentionally hurt me...so i definitely had a better chance of talking with him than anyone else at the house.

so...that's how my sunday afternoon went.

2005-02-02T10:36:00.000-06:00

i'm ashton kutcher! i'm awesome!! i love justin timberlake!

2005-02-02T10:30:00.000-06:00

since i always do what dena says...i'm updating my blog.

and now...a string of random thoughts.

last night...i was chewed out by a crazy woman. seriously, y'all. and not in the fun "girrrl, you so carazy" way...but in the "please don't stab me" way.

then...i went to meet up with dena and her friend zak/zack/zach for happy hour at fridays. mmmm. however...it's not supposed to be a 60 mile drive. veto that. however, it ended up being fun...because we pretty much always have fun.

oh yes...and we had fun in target when we left. when was the last time you walked around target in adult footie pajamas?

also...i leave for washington (state) two weeks from today. i think it'll be a lot of fun...but it doesn't quite seem real yet. trips never seem real until i'm in the air.

i'm mildly obsessed with brad paisley's "mud on the tires."

oh...dena and i are going to see freaking alison krauss a month from today. oh yes. OH YES. i'm glad dena's coming with me. i'll need someone to bail me out after they lock me up for rushing the stage.

happy ghog day.

2004-11-02T00:35:00.000-06:00

i don't think the people here like me.

some guy i don't remember having ever seen before called me a meanie. twice. seriouly. a grown man called me a meanie.

much later in the day, one of the women next door needed to be let in the house. so i went upstairs to get my keys, walked over (smiling), and let all three women in. while unlocking the door, one asked my why i always looked so evil.

because i haven't killed any women who ask too many questions yet today? that always puts me in a bad mood.

george says it's just because i'm quiet. i like george. if i thought he was the type that would be open to it...i'd hug him.

seriously people...i can be nice. sometimes.

2004-10-27T23:39:00.000-05:00

oh hell yeah.

2004-10-24T01:15:00.000-05:00

there's always that one.

the one that somehow has the power to hurt you more deeply than anyone else. and quite often, they don't even realize what they're doing.

there is a case to be made for not making yourself vulnerable.

but then no one can get close. not truly.

i'm not sure yet which is better. is it better to be continuously vulnerable...and continuously hurt? or to keep yourself perpetually closed up...but have the perpetual sting of loneliness?

but what if you make yourself vulnerable, get hurt...but still always carry the loneliness?

it's a tough call. and you seem to lose every time.

2004-10-16T02:36:00.000-05:00

"we're so selfish
self seeking
we're so desperate to be number one
so unworthy
of whats given
what are we doing here"

"Cold is the throne of her hardened heart
No one has seen the softest part
Day after night she holds an ache
And won't budge to show this secret place...
If you’ve been there you know
If you’re still there hang on"

2004-09-27T13:53:00.000-05:00

i've finally found a beer i can tolerate. dare i even say i enjoy it? just one of the many perks of life in kansas city.

2004-09-27T11:23:00.000-05:00

as a side effect of reading more blogs, i decided i could start updating more regularly. i realized i don't really have to have anything big to talk about. so...i wrote out a good size post...and it disappeared.

here's the short version...

i spent friday night at dena's...it was so nice to be away from the atmosphere of the house for an entire night and morning. we ended up at wal-mart after midnight...with dena pushing me around the store in a cart. oh...yes...i also had a tacky orange sweatshirt draped around myself. we got a few strange looks and made a few purchases. included in our purchases...a disney princess fuzzy poster. does anyone else remember these? i never wanted one as a kid, but my best friend loved them. dena started coloring it as soon as we got home. we very quickly discovered it was a piece of crap. so...she's taking it back. all in all...a fun night. kind of like a home away from home. (side note: TWO days until i'm home. conway. fantastic.)

also...saturday morning, i found out i had the night off. what to do with the time? i went to see a community play in blue springs. the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. based on the classic c.s. lewis book. i know...it's a book for kids. well, i didn't read it as a kid. i read the chronicles of narnia as a junior in college. and i LOVE them. as i was sitting around waiting for the show to start, i could've peed in excitement. true story. i'm definitely going to see the movie when it comes out. probably more than once.

2004-09-19T00:45:00.000-05:00

a few things...

i love kansas city. i truly do. the more i look around...the more i like the city. there's so much going on. for example, i just discovered last night that westport apparently has street vendors on weekend nights! i'll definitely be hitting that up sometime soon. that was one of my favorite parts of new york.

i love the work i do. it's very fulfilling...but can be very stressful. overall...i'm glad i'm here. most of the guests are great...most of the kids are great. i'm content most days. and i'll take that.

however...sometimes i second-guess my decision to come here. i'm quite aware that i'm not in the greatest area of town...and i'm usually ok with that. but sometimes it's just too much. last night, for example...i was rather freaked out. first off...i was the only one in this big ol' house. secondly...it was storming, which i enjoyed. third...the storm, however, just further contributed to the strange noises this house makes. i often think i hear someone else in the house. fourth...to date, we have had two license plates stolen, a car window broken (last night), and the window to the only room in the shelter currently housing a family broken (last night). and tonight, i had to tell one of our regulars, whom we all like, that he couldn't come back for a week. i saw him slap his girlfriend...another one of our regulars. oh...and thursday night, another lady (a regular) got into a fight with a drunk couple (whom i'm told are regulars). i think she had a guy helping her. anyway...the couple ended up bloody. the couple and the lady (the instigator, i think) were all very pissed off. so brother louis and i, plus a couple other volunteers, went outside to try to diffuse the situation. the couple called the police to press charges, but left before the officers showed up. all in all...an eventful week at the holy house.

on a happier note...i go home on september 29. (danielle's wedding is in 13 days!!) i can't wait to get back to conway...then memphis...then conway again. i'm getting to the point of desperation to see family and old friends. luckily...i don't have to wait very long. hopefully this last full week of work before home will be a little easier than the week past.

2004-08-14T00:41:00.000-05:00

here's a little post (which i'm guessing won't end up being very little) to give y'all an update of the past few weeks of my life.

from july 25th to august 2nd, i was in philadelphia for my volunteer orientation. i wasn't really looking forward to it...as i figured we'd have a bunch of icebreakers and other such nonsense. i'm not down with that. but it turned out to be really great...even though iwas sick as a dog one day. i got to know the other 37 volunteers...and let me tell you...we have a phenomenal group. there are probably about a dozen volunteers returning for a second year (one is returning for a third year)...and one of my favorite things to do during that week was to listen to the second years tell stories about their first. it was so apparent that they genuinely love what they're doing. they're changing lives. it's very humbling to be a part of such a great group of people...they have amazing hearts.

a little background on my specific placement...there are two sites here in kansas city. at my site...there's one brother (louis) and me. plus a whole host of other 'community members'...only one of which will live here (pat...starting this sunday). there is also another house with two brothers and two volunteers. dale and jim are the brothers...lourdes (a second year) and andrew are the volunteers.

so, i've been in kansas city since the night of august 2nd. lourdes and i arranged to have our flights from philadelphia together...which was great. i didn't really get to know her during orientation...so i got to find out a little about her that day. brother jim picked us up at the airport...i immediately liked him. he's a fun guy.

that reminds me...fun story time! a week ago, louis and i went over to the other community to have dinner. it was the first time all six of us (plus one other person) were all together. we had a cookout and were just having fun being around each other. we decided to go inside...partly because we wanted dessert, partly because i was being attacked by mosquitoes (seriously...dale went to get me some bug spray...there was, literally, a swarm of mosquitoes around my flip-flopped feet...an evil black cloud.). well, apparently jim often has a shot of some after-dinnerish liqueur. normally, he can't get anyone to join him. lourdes and i, however, decided we'd give it a try. so, he gets out these funny little glasses and pours each of us some peppermint schnapps. that's great. we all toast. well...lourdes and i just killed ours. that's what you do with shots. jim freaked out. apparently, we were just supposed to slowly sip them throughout dessert. whoops. they gave us crap all night. oh well. it makes for a good story. although, it might be one of those stories that's only funny if you were there...in that case, i apologize to anyone who just read that.

in true lasallian spirit...what i was told i would be doing here is not actually what i'll be doing. i was told that my part-time placement during the day would be at an elementary school here. that much is true. i was also told that i'd be a teacher's assistant in a preschool class. that's half true. instead, i'll be in a combined 2nd/3rd grade class. and surprisingly...i'm really looking forward to it. i was at the school several times this week, but i didn't get to meet any of my kids. they were off this week for teacher in-service. i did, however, get to meet the teacher i'll be working with. she's great! oh...and this is a year-round school. which means my kids have already been in school for five weeks!! it also means i'll get a few breaks throughout the year. sounds great to me. i'm really excited to be working with kids again. i'll likely be doing a lot of tutoring. can't wait. i was invited (with louis and a couple other community members) to pat's 59th birthday dinner tonight. we went...and i had a great time. pat's neighbors were there with their two young children. i had so much fun playing with the kids. the daughter (she's 2-ish...the older child) and i got along really well...she came to sit in my lap after dessert. they made me realize just how much i miss my memphis kids. and how anxious i am to work with the kids here.

my live-in job here is to work at a homeless shelter/soup kitchen (a catholic worker house). i was really nervous about this before i arrived. and sometimes it is very hard. what do you tell a grown man who comes to your back door, shivering, asking for a blanket when you don't have one to give? what do you tell a mother when she asks for a place to stay with her children when there is no room available?

but there are also great, heart-warming moments. we give out a LOT of prescription vouchers. (if you want an explanation of those, ask.) it's one of the most common, if not the most common, things i do here. so i've already gotten very accustomed to it. it doesn't seem like a big deal. two nights ago, i was given the night off. i was really excited for that. time off here is very much needed. but then i was asked to work for a while until another volunteer showed up. it wasn't a big deal...though i was slightly annoyed to work when i'd planned to do other things. one of the women that waved me down for help was an older, african-american lady. she asked if i could help with her prescriptions. i made sure they were ones we could help with, got her information, and went to get the voucher. when i came back downstairs to her chair a few minutes later, i gave it to her, along with her ID. she wasn't quite sure what i'd given her...so i stood next to her and walked her through the steps she needed to take. she then realized that she would be able to get her prescriptions filled. i could tell by her eyes that she was more grateful than the majority of people that come through the house usually are. she reached out her arm...i reached down a little, thinking that she wanted to shake my hand. i was wrong. she reached further out, put her arm around my neck, and pulled me in for a hug. she seemed to be almost to the point of tears. it made me feel quite selfish for not being overjoyed at the chance to serve our guests that night. lillie taught me a big lesson...and i'm sure she doesn't realize it. she talked to me later about how she could go about volunteering for us. sure enough, she came back the next night, eager to help out however she could. she knew she had been the recipient of help...and she wanted to give back.

there are moments that make it really hard to be here...but there are also beautiful moments, like my experience with lillie, that make the hard times worth pressing through.

i'm being changed...i can feel it.

2004-06-19T11:59:00.000-05:00

so...i've been here in kansas visiting dena since sunday.

from monday night to thursday night, i stayed at the holy family catholic worker house (where i will very likely be volunteering next year). brother louis (who is in charge) thought it would be nice if i had an idea of what i would actually be getting myself into.

tuesday was the first day i actually got to participate in the daily life of the house. i ended up doing a lot of work that was not in my realm of responsibilities...because i didn't know better. so that day wore me out...and i really thought i'd gotten in WAY over my head. i was almost to the point of tears...or packing up and telling dena to come get me.

wednesday was much better. br louis scheduled a few hours for me at st monica's school...my possible (probable) part-time job in kc. (the house doesn't make a profit, so all the volunteers have a part-time job elsewhere for our "stipend.") the few hours turned in to all day. i think i was there for 7-something hours. if i take this position for the year, i would basically be a teacher's aide for a pre-school class. i had a lot of fun that day. i miss my memphis kids a LOT...so it was bittersweet to be around kids the same age. (i was asked about my eyebrow piercing something like 83 times.) also...i learned how good it is to just get out of the worker house during the day. it makes SUCH a big difference.

thursday was definitely the best day. i knew a few names of our guests by then, and they were becoming more comfortable with me...it was so fun to be able to interact with them a little more. kelly, a man i had talked with a good deal that night before dinner, even blew me a kiss as he left. it was fun times.

so...i'm a little more comfortable with the whole idea now. i felt very overwhelmed the first day or so. i had a lot of downtime during that time, and i wasn't quite sure what to do with it. i was surrounded by people...but totally lonely. i think some of that will still be there in the fall...but i can learn to deal.

this is perhaps the most worthwhile venture i've attempted. ever. the work gave me an odd sense of satisfaction. i was surprised to realize i was told "God bless you" more frequently these past few days than in years of church.

the next year will definitely be interesting...to say the least. the shelter/soup kitchen helps a lot of great people. however...we still had a decent number of physical fights...angry, yelling people...desperate people we couldn't help...and brittany, a beautiful little girl i got to spend a good deal of time with last night, who told me "i have bugs in my hair." (those of you who know me fairly well know that i may not seem emotional...but i am. very much so. that will make this all a little more difficult.) also...one of my favorite guys, randy got very upset thursday afternoon (for various reasons)...and started ranting about coming back at night and burning the houses to the ground while we slept, cutting anyone's throat that tried to skip him in line, etc. that was...kinda freaky.

i have all manner of thoughts running around my head right now...but i'm exhausted. so that's it for now.

2004-06-03T03:52:00.000-05:00

allow me to take this moment to be painfully transparent with you.

i graduated from christian brothers university last month.

that is both exciting and scary. i think i'm supposed to be a grown-up now. i have all these loans in my name. these are adult issues. i don't feel old enough to have adult issues.

and, of course, the questions everyone asks once they know i graudated..."what will you be doing now? have a job lined up?" well...sort of. unless something falls through between now and the end of july, i'll be working with the lasallian volunteers. the beauty part is that the organization wants to place me at the site in which i was already interested. a homeless shelter/soup kitchen in kansas city, missouri. i have wanted to do something like this for as long as i can remember. each night...i want to look back on my day and know that i've done something of significance.

when i was in kansas visiting dena last month, we stopped by the house (shelter) to meet the brother in charge and check out the site. as much as i want to work at this site, and i do...i've become really scared lately. most of the fears are concerning my inevitable inadequacy. i want to do a good job. no, that's not right, actually. i want to do the absolute best job that i possibly can. i'm scared of not giving these people all that they deserve.

in a couple weeks, i'm going back to kansas. i'll be spending a few days at the house this time. i guess we'll see if i can actually do this.

2004-04-20T00:29:00.000-05:00

It's cold in the living room on Linden Wood
It's quiet 'round the table tonight
It's half empty in this house and this half don't know what to do
Wesley, why'd you have to leave us so soon?

We keep stumbling through the words to explain it all
We keep searching for the beauty in the dust
We keep telling ourselves that it was your time
Wesley, why can't you just be here tonight?

Glasses at the bedside
Keys are in the car
Shoes are on the staircase
And you're beating in our hearts
Wesley, why'd you have to leave us so soon?

We keep waiting for your footsteps at the back door
We keep waiting for the punch line to the joke
We keep shedding these tears and shouting at the moon
Wesley, why'd you have to leave us so soon?

Glasses at the bedside
Keys are in the car
Hey, shoes are on the staircase
And you're beating in our hearts
Wesley, why'd you have to leave us so soon?
Wesley, why'd you have to leave us so soon?
Wesley, why'd you have to leave us?

matt wertz

2004-03-14T23:59:00.000-06:00

you know how sometimes there's just a perfect day?

let me set up a hypothetical.

you have to work at a class on saturday morning...but the class is unusually small...and you get done quite early.

you're headed back home...when you find a local radio station in the midst of an irish music marathon. there's not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature is very pleasant for a march morning.

you decide to take advantage of the lovely weather...the great music...and take a little drive.

along the way...you run a few errands...and even decide you'd like to stop at, say, an art supply store. you have to go past the store to turn around at the next traffic light to get to it. but you're not worried...you're taking your time, listening to irish music.

as soon as you turn left...a horrible troll woman pulls you over and gives you a ticket. and she crushes your spirit with her horrible troll-like ways.

this is, of course, all purely hypothetical.

2004-03-10T23:43:00.000-06:00

so, much for the same reason i started this blog...i've started taking a few pictures.

i do both for myself. it's sort of therapeutic. and really...i don't care who sees any of this. and i don't care if you, the reader, like it. sorry.

having said that...i took a few pictures today. i'll put up my favorite of the set. it's kinda big...so, if you don't want to wait or just don't like it...go watch homestar.

2004-03-10T12:12:00.000-06:00

just in case i ever decide i want to blog....i thought i'd pick a name.

michaela tells me that i'll never want to. just as well.