Blink-182 - Everytime I Look For You
I need to stop this dreaming of mine. I’ve been asleep this whole time, looking out from the inside. And it’s beautiful.
Only, I’m still behind the glass, desperately wishing for the rain to continue. I want to be out there, with whatever, whoever, that is; to be apart of that image of a dream.
But I have to realize, I’m still behind the glass. I must realize, the rain will end. The raindrops will fade, and I will be left with only a reflection. Whatever I saw, that image of a dream, was never there.
American Idols.
San Diegan bias aside, Jessica Sanchez has definitively won me over — girl is that good. She’s been steadily climbing my power rankings. My top 5, as follows:
5. Carrie Underwood
4. Ruben Studdard
3. That one dude who looks like he’s 60
2. Jessica Sanchez
1. Clay Aiken
Kids.
It was nice to finally hang out with like-minded people.
I had just met my niece for the first time, and she was kind enough to take me along on her adventures. She already had our day planned out.
“You’ve been invited to… Mr. Moon’s birthday party!” Mr. Dog, Mrs. Duck, and Mrs. Cow were also attending.
We put together a birthday gift for him, and I was about to leave for the party when my niece tugged on my shirt to stop me. ”Wait! We need to put on our spacesuits!” Ah, how clumsy of me.
After suiting up, we boarded our rocket ship and headed to Mr. Moon’s house. She was excited to lead the singing. “Happy birthday, Mr. Moon!” We partied for the rest of the time. Apparently, Mr. Moon is a really good dancer.
When the party was over, my niece insisted we stay and help clean up. “Bye Bye, Mr. Moon!”
I took her to Jollibee afterwards. Tired from all the partying, I was ready to turn in when she smiled and pulled out another invitation. “You’ve been invited to… Mr. Pig’s birthday party!”
GONE APE SHIT.
Lunch with Midori.
“You’ll die with me?” Midori asked with shining eyes.
“Hell, no,” I said. “I’ll run if it gets dangerous. If you want to die, you can do it alone.”
“Cold-hearted bastard!”
“I’m not going to die with you just because you made lunch for me. Of course, if it had been dinner…”
Holy Week.
The procession walked for nearly five miles into the night before finally reaching the church. There were hundreds of us, including those who lined the streets, watching us intently as we zigzagged through town, only stopping when the priests leading reached a station of the cross.
At the end of it all, I sat down on the curbside, a little exhausted, and suddenly caught myself doing the sign of the cross, and then — praying.
It was a heartfelt prayer, something I have not done since I was young. And it surprised me. I’m sure I was just caught in the moment, being in the middle of an experience almost alien to me, but it was strangely natural.
I had lost religion sometime growing up, only keeping the things I could agree on and opposing the things that turned me away from it. Still, I can talk to anyone about philosophy for hours if I could.
Maybe it will come back to me somewhere down the road. Right now, I doubt it will. If anything, I’ve put my faith in people, and that’s all I can be sure of.
