Sunday Sunday Sunday!

It's Sunday! Zach and i stayed up late last night discussing case modification plans for a pc. We also played a fair share of magic. I didn't realise he had to alcolyte in the morning. Tough bisuits for him! So yeah after tons of yelling, pushing, pulling, Zach awoke and entered the real world in a haze of teary eyed yawns and mental fog. I got to sleep in.

When the family returned i was tld its "time to clean the house" wich isn't to bad. Amanda was able to put Kira down for a nap. (lasted all of 20 minutes before she woke up again to yell her defiance of Roy Orbison.... yeah I said it) I was al abut the group cleaning effort in the house. I like the idea of atacing this dirty beast as a concerted force of do-gooder-dust-buster-house-cleaning-Nazis. I was even or maybe especially excited about the possibility of listening to music while doing this. The problem was, Cheryl chose to listen to the "Traveling Wilbury's" So as I am making my way through my chores i have to listen to a bunch of old men singing about their loneness and the ability to wish their evil woman "Congratulations." (an admittedly catchy tune) It was worse when I heard both Amanda and Cheryl singing along to it. Amanda and I actually managed to move withing dancing distance of each other while tryingto carry out the chores necessary to complete the cleaning process. She wanted to dance.... "This isn't happy dance music " I said, she looked disappointed. Damn those old rockers!

7:00 A.M.

I cannot believe it's seven A.M. and i am the only person in the house. That is, unless I decide to dub Charles Fuzzbutt Mcghee a person, I am the only one in the house. I was aweken this morning by the sounds of my daughter laughing! I love that, its the best. It means that some one else had to wake up and entertain that little screamin' demon! (muahahaha) Its also nice that she was in a great mood and ready to cuddle with her PaPa! Even Better that Amanda was able to get her ready and take her in this morning. Most Days I would be sleeping right now. I am not really sure to do with myself.
I just followed my pc centered routine, sat down checked email, selected todays soundtrack (Dropkick Murphys) and began this entry. so yeha here I am in the second sentence not sure what else to say. I am sure i can continue to study and read some asigned reading and what not.... because thats fun....

not petry post

I started this blogspot along long time ago, no one ever read it. I lost interest as I tend to do.
So here I sit thinking about all the ventures i am attempting to pull off right now. Lets just list them out:
School, 9 credit hours this semester with an attempt for honors level credit for psych and Composition.
Work full time.
Create working business relationship betwen NA-IS.com the founders of Peaceloveandrockets.org and three other entities (Cosmic Comics G-kon, and National Video Games association)
Find a way to spend tiem with Mike, Dennis, April AND family.
Find a way to attend LAN events.
Play guitar
Write poetry
Read comic books
The last few there are just the bottom of the barrel and likely the most achievable ones. I am finally receiving interest on my Resume. I have been in the market for full time work for a while now. I hate to think that my past indiscretions with Time and attendance are really going to limit my opportunities the way they always said it would!
I failed my first math exam this semester, I was visited by extreme Test anxiety, something i need to overcome. at any rate its late and I need to stop typing.

found

I found you again,
here in the comfort of stagnant darkness
just sitting, tick, tick,ticking
I found you here
again.
How long ago has this been?
How long ago since I was here with you
like this
in this
writing this?
too long me thinks
too long
where was that link that expressive tink, tink,tinkling
the coming together of ideas like the sound of chattering glass.
the release of those thoughts float, float,floating in the back
ground,
Grounded? stable? fleeting?
I just Don't know.
but I found you again here in the comfort of stagnant darkness.