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Album - New Found Glory - Not Without A Fight

So once again, it's been a fortnight since I've made an entry. I'm pretty psyched I was actually able to use that term in a real sentence. Score. Things have been weird. Ever weirder such that "Your Body Is A Wonderland" as performed by John Mayer just came on my shuffle. Going further down the branches of the awkward tree is why do I have that song accessable to my ears? Only a few actually know. JM can charm my pants off any day of the week. That man is as smooth as Dell Paxton.

I have been a giant Negative Nancy and Debbie Downer on the weekends lately. But for what? Things could always be worse. Things could always be worse than getting projectile vomit spewed in your face by a friend. Wait a tick, no. But seriously, that happened. I won't get into specifics, but anyone feel free to ask and I will gladly tell my sad tale of getting a faceful of someone else's puke. In some way, I'm sure I deserved it. The world works in funny ways, and honestly, I've done so many things and gotten away with so much, I deserve to get shit on by flying elephants and raped by the Michelin man. Whatever. It all evens out at the end of the day. I can't get mad at any random shitty thing that happens to me, because I'll always be like "I've done something, sometime down the line to deserve this." I can genuinely laugh at it.

For all my whining and 20something complaining, I do laugh so much. I know I have people in my life that care about me. I have some of the best, most hilarious, unique friends and family anyone could ever wish for. Moreover, I could write a trilogy of novels about the great, random, awful, unbelievable, and sidesplitting times that I've had. I've been all over the world, and I'm not dead or in jail. I have a brain full of great stories and a stomach full of ulcers. Worth every second.

I actually was at odds with myself the other day, as I watched one of the many trainwreck reality shows I indulge in on a regular basis. I saw a group of friends in college, having a great time. I thought to myself "I wonder if I made the right choice. Doing the whole band, touring, living and traveling in a van/bus for 6 years." I totally did. No amount of money could ever replace the times I've had and people I've met. My only regret is not keeping a tour diary. Hindsight is always 20/20, I suppose. Too many "I wish I would'ves" and "I shoud'ves". I'll just piece together what I can remember, and transport the mental pictures to paper and see what comes out. A pint of puke and 5 years in prison. That's basically it.

That name has a ring to it. This gives me an idea...

More Later,

xoxo
Danny