The Life of the Nickness

I wanted to post some videos from youtube on here, but it turns out they’ve disabled the embed feature. Sad. Check it out yourself by going to The Official Michael Bublé YouTube Channel

*shiver*

He is everything I want to be.

Well…. except Canadian.

For me, this is sort of like starting a whole new blog, even though the ‘guts’ of my two older blogs are here as well. For those of you following along, you should know two main things that have happened in my life.

1. I quit FCS on Nov 12

2. I’m getting married May 2, 2008.

Whoa. Yeah, I know. It’s a lot to take in. Calm down, breath. I know you have questions, I know you want details. And I’m all set to give them to you. Just not now. I promise the next 2 serious posts I give you will be dedicated to these topics, and from then on you’ll be caught up on the major changes in my life.

Stay tuned, from here on out it’s a whole new ballgame.

It's been a very very long time since I've updated my livejouranl(or for that matter even visited my friends' journals or even the livejournal website in general) and I've come to the difficult decision to stop posting on here.

I won't be deleting it(there is far too much of my life invested within it's 'pages')and I understand some(if not all) of you have probably forgotten I even exist. For those of you who haven't, or for those whose craving of the Nickness has be reawakened, I invite you to come and join me on my new Blogspot.

I'll supply the scotch and chairs, you just bring yourself(and perhaps a couple cigars).

I'll be waiting.

I’ve run my ship aground
on the rocks of the soul
There’s no lie like independence
there’s no demon like control
I’ve fanned the burning embers
til my house was on fire
There’s no parody like power
There’s no fever like desire
I’ve drained the wine of darkness
to the dregs of deceit
There’s no drug as strong as pride
There’s no blindness like conceit
I’ve railed against the mountain
With a pickaxe and a file
There’s no minefield like presumption
There’s no death wish like denial

There’s no gunshot like conviction
There’s no conscience bulletproof
There’s no strength like utter weakness
There’s no insult like the truth

I’ve adjusted my prescription
til I couldn’t trust my vision
there’s no killer like convenience
there’s no sickness like omission
I’ve amended resolutions and resisted explanation
There’s no trap door like emotion
There’s no pit like reputation

There’s no cancer like ambition
There’s no cure like crucifixion

I received my birth certificate in the mail today. I needed to get one in order to prove that I am who I claim I am so that the MVA would give me a Maryland state driver’s license.

The sad part? I had to pay $48 dollars for it when I could have just driven to Richmond and gotten it for $12, but with the price of gas I actually saved money.

The sadder part? My mother has my original locked in a safety deposit box in Manassas, but I can’t get to it because she has the key and currently lives in England!

I’m going within the week to actually get my MD driver’s license. Then I’ll be an official MD resident.

Wow.

My brother got married, my sister moved into her own place, my parents moved back to England, and I have almost officially moved to Maryland.

Yay for growing up and begining to live my own life.

Oh, and yay for links.

I’ve been having major problems sleeping lately. Ever since I moved into my own place, it’s few and far between that I get a good nights rest. Last night I stayed up til 5:30am, before falling asleep for 4 hours. I’m days away from deciding to move to a Polyphasic sleep cycle.

An interesting thing to note though: when I’m so tired I can barely move and I’m staring at the ceiling, wishing sleep would come–theres this moment where I become light-headed and I get this sort of ‘feels like i’m drunk’ feeling–and I swear that I’m in a dream..that my waking life is some sort of realistic long term dream.

Please, no comments on the Matrix. That would be too cliché.

When I was young, ideas took flight
In rainbow streams that never ended.
And not a single dream transcended
My youthful will and clumsy might.

Now I am old, ideas flow still;
But Life grows short and Art is endless.
Many the visions that fade friendless
For lack of time, not want of will.

The hour has struck when I must choose
Amid profusion that’s submitted.
For age is making me slow-witted
And much so precious I can’t use.

–Eden Phillpotts

So, I know last year I had this huge post about why I hate posting Christmas lists, and I actually still agree with my previous posts. However, I’ve decided to set my personal feelings aside concerning the commercialization of Christmas and just post a damn list this year.

Here it is:

From Homestar Runner:
A Strongbad or Trogdor zip hoodie, size 3x
Strong Bad Overkill Combo and/or the Everything Else Combo

From Thompson Cigar:
Travel Humidor with Padron Londres cigars

From Amazon:

Anything from my Amazon.com Wish List

….sigh. I can’t think of any more items right now. How sad is that?