Oookayyy then,
I think now that Im not so sleep deprived I shall try to blog more like I (am known for?) am used to and enjoy doing so, so buckle up interwebs, I've honestly zero clue where the hell this one is going to end up!
Okay, so looking at the calender, I now realize that it is exactly forty (40 ) days until I get to see my girlfriend again... HOLY WOWZA WOOT WOOT EPIC SAUSE DUMPED ON AWESOME!
O.o
Okay... Not gonna lie, I know exactly where that came from, and I shall not comment on that in detail now aside from this; Kristen, you are stunning, and I desire you and your beauty so much, it makes dealing with the ulgy in this world worth it just to see your smile, to look into your eyes, and to bask in the glory of your aura and to see your graceful form...
Anywhoizts... It seems my ADD is on crack today, that or the sleep deprevation is still a factor... Or it could just be gas...
So it seems that I "got swag" (whatever the fuck that means) just cause I wore my old Thriftown scored sport coat (its missing the front buttons, and while it IS a nice brand ((English Mannor if you care)) it is still just a former $100 jacket that I got for $10) but random comments from the local drug dealer aside, Im feeling pretty good over all, dispite being slightly worn from another fourteen (14) hour shift in flipping Flower Mound, a shift that was meant to be a simple, if not slightly odd, seven (7) hour shift, I found out at eleven (11) pm when I'm meant to get off, that I am infact working the full fourteen (14) hours. And when I dared to ask if something bad had happened to whom ever was meant to replace me, I was pointedly told to not ask questions, because the head dispatcher, had been woken up to "deal with this" and she didn't know (or wouldn't tell me) and I should just get settled and watch the guys working over night on the floor.
Yes, not even an epic double facepalm could have done that justice. Somehting more along the lines of a beserker shotgun rampage down the streets of Flower Mound would have been better, but I rather value my life and freedom so yeah, no dice.
Uhhh, did I have a point here?
Yes, yes I did...
Annywayz, dispite the pretty much common place bull and noise that has been going down, I have grown rather wistful for my love as of the last few weeks, and now I realize that she is but roughly five (5) weeks away from being hereor more accuratly, forty (40) days from arriving at the air port where I shall littrally pick her up, (and spin her about, and kiss her and hug her and gross the little children out) and we shall then procede directly to food and lounging about at one of my all time favorite places, Buon Giorno Coffee. From there we shall spend the next 4-5 days enjoying New Years vacation together in East Texas, and yes, even with my family and my dear friend and fellow indie rocker, Bret, and his lovely saint of of girlfriend, Nichole.
It has been a long time since I have looked forward to going to Tyler, and a long time since I have felt so... Hopeful... Is the best work I can think of, and while the last two weeks have been hard (I've suffered under my birth month rut, which is always the worst of the year, Kristen's family dog was hit and killed by a car, on her birthday no less, and all number and manner of smaller annoyances and issues almost but not quite worth mentioning here) very hard in fact, for both of us, the deed is now done, she bought the tickets yesterday, and now other than a few smaller details that need to be addressed, its all on rails.
I feel like bastardizing a Jimi Hendrix line here:
"Excuse me, while I punch the sky!"
Live, Laugh, Love, Endure,
~Caleb
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