mwarps's Journal: It's time to move on, it's time to get going..

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing.. But that's the fun in life. You never know exactly how things will ever turn out. You can hope, and you can pray, and you can try to make things happen, but in the end it's a draw. You win some, and you lose a whole lot more. Be glad if you get out alive. Because life itself is such a huge gift.

I love the way that all the plans we make can be shattered with one little event. Utterly annihilated by mere chance, and neither planning nor preparation nor worrying can ever keep them together. Fate has amazing power, and I respect it now, for the pain, for the joy, for the love, for the tears, and for the truth is has given me all these years without my realizing it. I should try to listen to fate more often. Is there something bigger behind fate? I think so. Sometimes, there just has to be.

I have now finally stopped wasting time on dishonest and manipulative people. No need for them in my life. What a long strange road trip it's been. Glad I found the right exit off that thruway of pain and deceit. It came in such an odd form, too; and email from a friend. How the cookie crumbles from a few nanocoulombs over a little copper wire. Little negative charges of electricity, which is really what makes our brains work, finally made _my_ brain work. It's been a long time coming. And how wonderfully "Going Under" matches this mood... Though Amy Lee's voice is making me bothered O:-)

I went to see Anne last night at MooNH, went to the Portsmouth Brewery, and got a little tipsy. It was really nice to see Anne. She's as stressed as anyone right now. She'll be joining Jon and I to see Flogging Molly down in Hartford on Friday.

And as the mighty alcohol wore off, I realized I was being very goofy. As Rob and Kate will testify, I CAN'T type after I've been drinking, even hours later, well, at least not on teh pimptop :p

Rob is some fucking funny shit. He is one of the goofiest bastards I have ever met. I'm glad he's around. He and I laughed it up over a bovious typo for a good ten minutes. Here's to Rob, and a little 'E' for old-skoo funk.

This weekend's looking to be a load of fun! FM Friday, then Bad Taste and Kate's meet at Tufts on Saturday, then the trip back to Rizzachester! And maybe FM again sunday night in Buffalo. We'll see!

Snow sucks. Ice sucks. Winter... SUCKS...

Go get the new Evanescence CD. NOW. Its name is "Fallen" and holy bovine does it rock.

Peace and Love.