Just let go you’ll see together we’ll do anything

Shout and scream my friends, connect with me and we’ll pretend
this night will never end (wo oh) this night will never end.
Just let go you’ll see together we’ll do anything
this night will never end wo oh this night will never end.

 

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then my flickr account could write a lengthy book, and probably a couple more. What’s scary and unknown to me is what my book would portray. Would it be a romance novel, action adventure, drama or a horror, a comedy even? Would it be a best seller? Meh, to most not really, but to family and friends I could see how it could fit the bill of toilet material.

The latest chapter of my life would be a very succesful holiday/mini vacation. Of course it’s not over yet, but getting there. Before I know it, I’ll be on my way back to Denver. Like I usually do, I’ll go home a changed individual. I’ll try to be a more civilized responsible adult, go to bed earlier, do the little things that make a big diffrence like picking up after myself, buying toilet paper without feeling embarresed, filling my fridge with edible(read: non-science project) food, you know, the normal adult things to do. Of course this will only last for so long, then I’ll be going back to being my normal irresponsible self.

 I’m ok with that I guess. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be doing it right?

 Meh, I’m ok with that. I’m a law biding citezen, I pay my taxes and I’m not out to harm anybody.

Drama. Another chapter in my book. I’ve had alot of it latley, and none of it really involving me, but people that I’m friends with. Not much I can do about it, although I’m not a fan, and I am sorry if I distance myself from all of it, and for those that look for me for words of advice or guidance, I apologise if I haven’t been there for you. I try to distance myself from those things that are distracting and oh, I dunno, depressing and chaotic.

Love. I’m sure a few of my chapters would consist of love. The lack of love. The Misused and abused love. Lust and all that good stuff. One thing is for sure, I was feeling really “un-loved”, if that’s a word, before my trip. The last time I came home at this time I was happily taken, and would make a phone call back home every night to let my loved one know I was still breathing. This time my trip was by myself with no phone calls home, or phone calls to somebody who was waiting for me when I returned home. This time it’s diffrent. I’m going home to an empty house, she won’t be waiting for me, she won’t be making sure I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere.  It’s all very sureal. Being a bachelor, feeling very un-loved.

However, now that I’m home, I do feel really loved, even if it’s a diffrent type of love.

Even if it’s from the many many text messages and voicemails I recieved wishing me a happy thankgiving. To my aunts cat that is so lovey dovey with me,who won’t stop following me around as if I’m the best thing since slice bread. To my alarm clock which is that of Kaylee and Max who wake me up with a shower of kisses each morning that I’ve been home.

 I feel loved once again, something I haven’t felt in a very long time. 

That so far has to be the best chapter of my book, and something that I have been very thankful for.