Lips of an Angel

“Honey why are you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now
Honey why are you crying is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I can’t be too loud

Well, my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And yes I’ve dreamt of you too
And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight?
No I don’t think she has a clue

Well, my girls in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words and it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

(And I never wanna say goodbye)
But girl you make it so hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why are you calling me so late?”

-Hinder

Thats to a few girls in my life right now because you all make me feel this way…

Marching Hurt

I know I can be dumb sometimes, but today I was being ignorant and stupid! I was at a friends BBQ last night and when we were doing the “Tango Maurine” Red Light-Green Light game (if you’ve seen “RENT” and were ever a kid you could probably guess what we were doing) and as I was trotting to the starting line towards my partner- my ankle hit the ground and rolled along the ground. I rolled on the ground a little bit but got up and winsed through the pain while dancing with my partner to victory. WooT for that. Took it easy after that and I woke up this morning and the ankle was swollen too bad (hardly at all) but it was still ginger to walk on.
Knowing all that- I probably should have taken it easy marching today… but we have a game in THREE days (one more practice) and thinking I could handle it so I was running full go today. Well Im looking at my ankle now and realizing its really swelling… *explitive*! This is what I get for pushing it. But Im only going to go 110% or not at all… 50%, 60%, 70% dont exist on my meter. Its a sacrifice im willing to make to show Im not a follower in this band- Im a leader damn it!

Assignment number one

Im going to write a friend a custom marching show so I can have practice writing drill and just to do something nice for her. Im planning on using Nickelback music for show and its just going to be cool. Or atleast thats my plan.

Love, Hate, and Missing somone

Im so tired of this merry-go-round war
We’ll never say it but we know its there
Thinking about all the things we’ve ever done
Love, Hate, and missing someone

The firing of words that we regret
Wishing we could forget that someone we met
Secretly wanting to right all the wrongs we’ve done
Love, Hate, and missing someone

Feeling nothing and everything all at once
Having been in love and falling out of it just because
Failing to hold on to the once loved one
Love, Hate, and missing someone

I will-

I will not avoid you, I will not block you, I will pick up if you call- if im not in class. and I will talk to you- if you want to talk.

Life lesson

I learned something this summer when I put something up for sale. I used to take the first bid that came along and work with that and ignore all other offers. I was pretty much the same way in relationships. I would scope out a few and then work on just one of the options and then letting all the other options go. But I learned to accept all offers and make them work to see who wants it more. I no longer just focus on one. I’ll focus on every one of them and then when something finally moves beyond the bidding stage into an actual offer (relationship)- take it. Thats the best way to make an economy work and make being single sooo much more fun.

Same old shit, just on a different night

Why most someting so kind and joyful bring pain where it shouldnt. I know our ending to our relationship wasnt as smooth as it should have been, but after everything I went through after the break up (due to words that were said in joy) I didnt want it smooth. But must you attack the one part of the relationship that felt real. Were you having to fake caring? Focus on “us”? Work hard? I mean you were the one that said “I dont feel like im giving anything in this relationship”. I dont want to go on thinking that the golden days of our relationship were “fake” but if they were- let me know so I can forget about them, because as you know, I dont like holding onto fake things. Im venting- but when someone you “loved” says things that dig daggers into memories that you used to hold dear then you’ll know why Im writing this. I dont care anymore. You never talk to me anyway. I’ll say whatever I want. If you care to talk to me… TALK to me.
I dont believe we’re friends. We’re not even aquaintences. We are now just distant memories, atleast for one of us. You probably could care less. If you wanted to be friends, you could talk to me and  or we could hang out, but you’ve shown you cant even talk or get coffee with out bringing a friend along at the last moment. You just want me for directions when you get lost. Thats it. If Im wrong… Prove it to me! Dont say it… Do it. Action… no words. I never got mad at you when we were going out, but maybe I should have and maybe this would be different.
Im sorry this has finally come out- but you never talk to me and make our relationship sound like it was nothing to you- ever.

Finally!

4:13pm
In less than three hours Im going to go to the one class I have been looking forward too for so long. Marching Tech. Im excited. My uncle told me last week that he never intended to become a swim coach at a univeristy, but its something he loved and had a passion for and I havent been excited for any one class like I have been for this class. Thats how I know im going to like this class.

9:30pm
I now know this is what I want to do. Its not a job… its a career. I could spend two or three days straight designing and awesome show and guess how much I could make on that show… $10,000! I could also sell that show to several other bands over the nation for the same price and for just a few days of work make several hundreds of thousands of dollars. Thats awesome!