"But Dear, you just bought a new camera 10 years ago!"
- Mom, to Dad
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Hola/Adios
This is a hello of sorts...
...and a goodbye of sorts. Well, temporarily, anyways.
In about two and a half hours I leave. Yep, 1:30 in the morning! Essentials are packed: M&M's, Pringles, sunglasses. Oh, and some work clothes too, but whatever.
Brazil it is. Or Brasil if you're a real Brazilian. I mean, Brasilian.
To be honest, I'm completely psyched. In fact, I hate it when people spell it "siked."
:)
Do all these paragraphs bother you?
So, my three best friends in the entire world are going to Ecuador. The cool people's trip. Kind of. I don't know. I should stop stereotyping... Yet, strangely, or not so strangely depending on stuff, I am extremely happy about going on this trip instead of that one. Psychological impact from flashbacks from last year's Ecuador trip aside, I really am just glad about this one because I'll get the chance to get closer to a lot of people that I don't talk to that often.
And of course there's the massive awesomeness of going with Peter, one of my best friends, fellow songwriter and guitarist, etc... You can bet your Ferrari on us coming back with at least one new song inspired and written.
Well, if you had a Ferrari. If you don't, well, I guess your house would do.
Speaking of the aforementioned three, if you guys ever happen to read this, right now I miss you like heck. Last three paragraphs said, there is still a part of my heart that goes with you wherever you are, a part that wants the wagon wheels to stay on the wagon, to stay rolling, forever. [forgive the insideness. it had to be said. yes, i know you don't understand.]
Maybe I wish the words so beautifully set to sonority by Coldplay could be true:
This is quickly turning emotional...sentimental even...romantic even? Nah. Not romantic. I was just kidding. Honestly, I really only meant to tell you I was leaving!
You deserve a medal if you've made it this far! And if you've made it this far, well, I guess you can handle a little more. Yes, that's right, I believe in you!
Jesus, I don't know you. That's what this trip is all about. Show yourself to me! Please, you have to. I asked you to after I finally broke down and talked to you, and I couldn't figure out if you did or not. Maybe you were waiting until this trip for more effect. Maybe in my stupid human-ness I missed it... I can't miss it this time. Don't let me try to think about it. Just let me feel it. My heart is where I want you, not my brain. We both know I come out with nothing but doubts when I I try to apply logic to you, so yeah. Do your thing, I beg you.
What am I thinking, of course you will. Give me the faith I've never been able to sustain. Please.
Right, so yeah, I need prayer guys...thanks...I'll try and do my part too. Love to all, and I mean that.
Dan
...and a goodbye of sorts. Well, temporarily, anyways.
In about two and a half hours I leave. Yep, 1:30 in the morning! Essentials are packed: M&M's, Pringles, sunglasses. Oh, and some work clothes too, but whatever.
Brazil it is. Or Brasil if you're a real Brazilian. I mean, Brasilian.
To be honest, I'm completely psyched. In fact, I hate it when people spell it "siked."
:)
Do all these paragraphs bother you?
So, my three best friends in the entire world are going to Ecuador. The cool people's trip. Kind of. I don't know. I should stop stereotyping... Yet, strangely, or not so strangely depending on stuff, I am extremely happy about going on this trip instead of that one. Psychological impact from flashbacks from last year's Ecuador trip aside, I really am just glad about this one because I'll get the chance to get closer to a lot of people that I don't talk to that often.
And of course there's the massive awesomeness of going with Peter, one of my best friends, fellow songwriter and guitarist, etc... You can bet your Ferrari on us coming back with at least one new song inspired and written.
Well, if you had a Ferrari. If you don't, well, I guess your house would do.
Speaking of the aforementioned three, if you guys ever happen to read this, right now I miss you like heck. Last three paragraphs said, there is still a part of my heart that goes with you wherever you are, a part that wants the wagon wheels to stay on the wagon, to stay rolling, forever. [forgive the insideness. it had to be said. yes, i know you don't understand.]
Maybe I wish the words so beautifully set to sonority by Coldplay could be true:
I wanna live life and never be cruel
I wanna live life and be good to you
And I wanna fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around
We never change, do we? no, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
I wanna live life and always be true
I wanna live life and be good to you
And I wanna fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around
We never change, do we? No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
where making more friends would be easy
Oh, and I don´t have a soul to save
Yes, and I sin every single day
We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out ...
This is quickly turning emotional...sentimental even...romantic even? Nah. Not romantic. I was just kidding. Honestly, I really only meant to tell you I was leaving!
You deserve a medal if you've made it this far! And if you've made it this far, well, I guess you can handle a little more. Yes, that's right, I believe in you!
Jesus, I don't know you. That's what this trip is all about. Show yourself to me! Please, you have to. I asked you to after I finally broke down and talked to you, and I couldn't figure out if you did or not. Maybe you were waiting until this trip for more effect. Maybe in my stupid human-ness I missed it... I can't miss it this time. Don't let me try to think about it. Just let me feel it. My heart is where I want you, not my brain. We both know I come out with nothing but doubts when I I try to apply logic to you, so yeah. Do your thing, I beg you.
What am I thinking, of course you will. Give me the faith I've never been able to sustain. Please.
Right, so yeah, I need prayer guys...thanks...I'll try and do my part too. Love to all, and I mean that.
Dan
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