Livin it One Day at A Time

I left Cheyenne early and jetted down to Denver.

I now remember why *I* would end up going postal and committing some road rage if I moved to the big city. Why is it that people have to get into the fast lane, and then go slow. To top it off, they seem to not know! Apparently in Colorado they have enacted a law to make people stay in the right lane..

But I digress.

Anyways, I finally got to Tysons and his friend was cooking the schnitzel, she was cooking some mean grub, and well, looking cute. I didn’t have much time to talk as another group come through the door. Tyson was a bit busy, so I just sat down on the couch and chilled. Finally the food was ready, and I started to chow. Sat with the other outsiders (Tyson, a guy named Ryan, and myself). We ate at the couches. Soon conversation started to pick up and I made fun of some of the girls singing renditions of “Saturday’s Warrior”. After a while everyone was milling around my area.

From there we watched a rather freaky story about a body building eight year old, and I had a chance to make fun of stuff, which, I am a master at. (I got skills, computer hacking skills, mockery skills)

Following that, a few left to go to bed and/or bowling. The remainder stayed to watch “A Beautiful Mind”. I hung out on the floor, and made fun of Tyson. At that time, the girls had good odds. 2 girls, 4 guys.

Soon I was making fun of Russell Crowe, the readhead was laughing, and she jumped down on the floor. So we sat and watched the movie. All the time, the legs were getting closer (through totally random movements on my end, I assure you, gentle reader).

The entire movie goes like this. At one point we get some apple strudel and she doesn’t have a fork or plate, so I got her one. (Chivalry isn’t dead)

Afterwords, I’m still making fun of Tyson, the movie, and anything I can. While I am busy mocking, she talks and looks right at me for long periods of time. I’m like. “GEE this is FUN!”.

It’s a good thing I turned in my “He-Man Woman Haters Club” membership yesterday.

I had fun talking with her.

Soon it was time for them to go and she said goodbye by shaking my hand and saying “Doctor”. And I’m like, “she’s referencing Spys Like Us!” . Points for her! I say in my best Chevy Chase impression “Doctoooorrr”.

Morning runs around and I decided to help Tyson clean the church building for Stake Conference. We made it to the meeting house, and there were some more cuties. Not only that, but this ward can talk some serious smack. I’m talking smack, Smack SMACK. Tyson receives even more than he can dish out. This ward is awesome.

I’m chillin, eating the breakfast supplied, and all the sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder, and there’s the readhead, “Doctor!”. We talk for a bit, then I continue to eat, she gets some food.

I go hang with the table of people I know, then it’s time to clean. I get grouped with the girl, and we end up going pretty much everywhere together. Cleanin the windows, cleaning the pews, cleaning and flirting. For two hours.

It was nice, it was fun. While I am not sure, I am pretty sure I saw her talking to a friend and they were looking in my direction, and talking.

Who knows, I could be reading it all wrong, but hey, I had fun.

Girls, just to let you know, when you aren’t making my life suck, you make it rock.

Oh, I’ll talk about the Temple later

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After a few weeks of being a full due paying member, I find that it is time for me to renounce my membership in the He-Man Woman Haters Club.

If girls weren’t so pretty, good smelling, and incomprehensible, I might have stayed a member for a bit longer. My will is weak though, and I mean, in the club, we just talk about girls anyways, so why dork around without the girls?

I have to say that life is good otherwise. I’ve been blessed with good friends, and I have good family. I think the Lord has watched out for me quite a bit. Every time I feel myself reaching a low, I feel Him reaching out to pull me back. It’s amazing how that works. I know many people who aren’t religious at all. I sometimes wonder how they navigate their way in the world.

I’ve started laundry again. I really should do this a bit more often, because it takes me forever to get everything clean. I need to find out if I am going to be playing Racquetball tonight, and if Tyson has the night of German food set up for tomorrow. If both those fall through, I’ll just be a washin, and a washin, and a washin.

I’m stoked to be going to the Temple on Saturday. It will be nice to just stop, and I’m hoping to receive some Revelation. Who knows.

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As I have been moving through the emotional ups and downs that come with life, and dealing with untagling yourself from someone else, I was feeling in the dumps.

Being that my family is 400 miles away, and I felt like I needed some spirtual boosts, and I was on call (meaning I couldn’t go to the temple) I talked to my Branch President and asked him for a blessing.

In that, he asked me what was going on and why I needed the blessing. Then he started to recommend to me whom I should date in the Branch.

I know that he means well, and he said he had been thinking about me.. and girls. But, HELLO?!?!? I think I know whom I want to date.

I’m afraid that if I followed his council, I’d be going at it for the pure NCMO action, and not much else.

That’s not who I am.

So, I planning on going to the Denver Temple this weekend, to seek the guidance of the Lord in this matter. And for a few others.

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I’ve joined LDS Mingles for a three month durations, and I got a e-mail from a girl in Denver saying (And I’m paraphrasing here)

Girl: Read your profile, your cute, even as a clown!

Wow.

Wow.

A girl said *I* was cute.

Unless it’s really a guy (you never know with this entire internet thing).

Oh, on the way out of being angry, but listened to Ben Fold Five’s
“Song for the Dumped”.

Good, Angry man at girl music. But some of the lyrics aren’t PG, so they won’t make it here.

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Let me explain one thing. I’m not what you would call, the most fashionable human being.

In fact, I still long for bell bottom pants and all that that entails.

So my fashion sense is questionable, sometimes.

Today, I was getting ready for work, and I looked, and I looked. Finally, I found what something to wear.

1) My Guster T-Shirt.
2) My U2 belt buckle
3) Um, a brown belt.
4) Some Boot cut pants.
5) My Frye boots! (brown boots)

I looked in the mirror and said to myself, you are a Band floozy. Then I ambled down the stairs (since it’s hard to run in my boots).

And I need to mention, while I feel Rock while wearing those boots, I also feel like that little kid (you know him, there’s bound to be one in your family) that would walk around in his cowboy boots.

I mean, he was wearing them with pants, with shorts, with his under roos. Or while it was blizzarding outside.

He had his cowboy boots. And they were too big on him. He didn’t care.

Just like mine felt on me. (But, I just look to Rock to put them away.)

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I’ve never been a Dave Matthews fan. I have listened to him casually on the radio, I know a lot of Dave Matthew Band fans are BNL Fans, but I could just never get past his way of singing.

Then a friend of mine (who happens to be about as crazy for Dave Matthews, as I am for BNL) Told me to listen to his song Halloween. Well, I did. That song is packed with *RAW* Emotion. Not only the Lyrics, but the music itself fills you with feelings of anger, regret, passion and remorse.

I’ve listened to it a few times now, and I like it more each time I listen to it. A part of me feels in touch with what he says.

Darlin’ dreamin in the night
Shadows on the windows
Lead oh and everyone go
Well leave me on the night
I will give you lightning
I will not relinquish light

Oh little dreamer eyes open and raving here

Wait until I come and see you little girl
When we come I’ll leave with you too
When we come I’ll let you come low

Hey we’ll leave it all behind
Oh and then the nightmares
I’ll fill them in good time
Oh they will seat your mind
When the light hits
And you maybe’ll ask me

Why do you run around here
Why do you come inside of me
Why does it rip me out in dream

…

Going away

Why this lonely
Why this lonely
Why this lonely love

Why this lonely
Why this lonely
Why this lonely love

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So, it’s been yet another unproductive Saterday. I managed to get some stuff at Home Depot, go shopping, make package for a someone, and clean.

But I didn’t get all that I wanted done.

I was talking to Tyson last night and I told him. “I’m getting over the girl.” We then compared notes about his Exs, and mine, and you know what. We both came away better for having known these girls. If for just the fact that we know more about who we want to date now.

Anyways, where was I…

Oh yes, I do believe I’m working through the issues, and feeling better, but some days, like today, I just become totally un motivated. I just can’t get anything done.

And it’s starting to drive me nuts.

Anyways, I need to go back to watching the paint on my ceiling.

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