THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

Sleepless In Brandon

So it's about twenty after one in the morning and I am having a hard time sleeping. I mean, I can't fall asleep at all. This really sucks.

Here are the words to a song by Caedmon's Call. I feel like posting them because they have spoken to me in times past when I was in similar situations to what I am in right now.

Table For Two
Derek Webb

Danny and I spent another late night over pancakes
We talked about soccer and how every man’s just the same
We made speculation on the who’s and the when’s of our futures
And how everyone’s lonely but still we just couldn’t complain

And how we just hate being alone
Could I have missed my only chance?
And now I’m just wasting my time
Looking around

But you know I know better, I’m not gonna worry ‘bout nothing
‘Cause if the birds and the flowers survive then I’ll make it OK
And given a chance and a rock see which one breaks a window
And see which one keeps me up all night and into the day

Because I’m so scared of being alone
That I forget which house I live in
And it’s not my job to wait by the phone
For her to call

This day’s been crazy but everything’s happened on schedule
From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt
‘Cause You know how You’d save me before I fell dead in the garden
And You knew this day long before You made me outta dirt

And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can’t plan the ends and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace just to get me to sleep

"My Heart Strings Come Undone"

Here are the lyrics to a song by the band, Demon Hunter. It's called "My Heart Strings Come Undone". It's a pretty good song.


It's buried deep within the past , I hope it doesn't last
It's something I already chased, I already chased
I try to give it all away, but it's never gonna fade
It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face
I know you feel it's all the same, but I promise that I'll change
It's something I already chased, I already chased
You know I'm trying to believe that you're never gonna leave
It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face
There's nothing left! The fear is gone
Oh, my heartstrings come undone
I will wait for you, pray for you
Before I make my final run
I will stay with you, decay with you
I know I'm not the perfect one, the pain has just begun
It's something I already chased, I already chased
You bring me to a better path, it's everything I asked
It's something I don't wanna face, I don't wanna face
There's nothing left! The fear is gone
There's nothing left! The fear is gone
Oh, my heartstrings come undone
I will wait for you, pray for you
Before I make my final run
I will stay with you, decay with you

"It's not you, it's me"....nuff said.

My blog: revisited

So I realize that I haven't posted anything on this blasted blog for a long time now and even those posts aren't worth mentioning. I have been reading other people's blogs and I must admit that I am jealous. Brett has an absolutely hilarious blog, Becca's, is very....deep. How can I write anything that is half as good as these other's blogs? I am just not that good. So anyway, I was talking to Becca this afternoon in SUDS and was lamenting the fact that I have nothing to write about. Someone mentioned that I should write a story. I have no idea why, but the first thing that entered my mind was to tell stories about my experiences with effluent, you know, the animal kind. Having grown up on a farm I thought that I would have a lot of stories to tell about it. Well, needless to say that idea was shot down by all who were within earshot. It seems as if stories about crap, and a farm boy's experiences with it just don't make interesting reading for most people. I thought that I could have some real fun with it but after some thought I do agree that most people don't want to hear my barnyard stories. That led to (*editor's note - it was actually Laurel N who suggested the Freudian slip theme, my apologies to Laurel for not giving her the credit*) Becca sugesting that I should create a list of all of my Freudian slips. I do have quite a number of them but I can't remember very many of them and those that I can remember are sort of inside jokes and only those present at the time of the slip would be able to catch the humor in them. I mean, how many people would catch the humor in me asking someone if they wanted my girdle cakes? I meant to ask if they wanted my "griddle" cakes but I simply mispronounced the key word in it all. I could go on and list some more of these gross errors but who wants to read about that? Simply put, I really don't have anything to write in a blog. Hopefully if I try hard enough something will come to me and I will be able o say something earth shattering in my blog and will be able to see the world changed through what I say. Ya right!