To Tired to Fall Asleep

A slight fog-like state obstructs my vision. "Hello" by Lionel Riche pours into the room as the ambient sound. "Clickty-clackity" my fingers race across the keyboard typing these words as they fall in and out of my mind.

What is that?

A slight popcorn smell in the air. A neighbor maybe? Popping popcorn at 10:30 in the evening? It's very possible. I wonder which movie they are watching? I imagine the couple cuddled up with one another in the typical spoon position laughing with a classical comedy such as Wayne's World. Or better yet, any of the Austin Powers movies.

Oh so tired.

Another great song is played from my randomized play list.

"I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you. I never dreamed that I knew somebody like you. Oh I want to fall in love. Oh I want to fall in love. With you."

Interrupted by texts from a dear friend Chris. Telling me he also has the text messaging capabilities with his cell phone that that we can send naked pics back and forth now. Now, as inviting as that sounds, the thought of Chris naked is a bit disturbing. Mainly because he is a dude and I'm a dude and I'd rather look at nekkid chicks. He is just kidding though. Or so I hope. FAG! I gave him my blog address so he knows I'm talking about him. I am so getting hate mail in the morning.

How uninteresting. Tomorrow I should have finished my sonnet I've been working on for the past two nights. Lets hope I get some inspiration. Until then...

HASTA!

Karaoke Machine

Sunday night Karaoke.

I love singing. I'm just not very good at it.

Songs sang:
Cats in the Cradle (Ugly Kid Joe)
You've Lost that Lovin' Feelin'
Hero (Chad Kroeger)

Songs in queue at time of departure:
Penny Lover
All Night Long

It rained today. A cleansing, refreshing rain. Not that it doesn't rain often here in Portland, but it was good. The city needed this. I needed it. I walked in it like when we were kids, jumped and splashed with no concept of time. Being careful not to drench my pants as my break time was coming to an end.

I wished on a shooting start two weeks ago. Does that even work? As the song goes, maybe I "wished on someone elses star"? It's hard to tell at this point but, life has its paths, mine is just very steep and I am slipping. Will anyone lend a hand?

Starting over again...

Back in the blog scene again.

I feel like a terrible actor who just doesn't get the hint after numerious failed attempts as an extra in local soap operas.

Speaking of, I'm going to keep this post short and sweet and end it on an outgoing message sent from me to the professor.

Here goes:

"No. In love. In devotion. In everyway a man can feel for a woman! And yet I sit. Here in a straight jacket waiting for her love to unlock the key and set my arms abound for her! To hold her, touch her... I am trapped."