The Dentist

Tomorrow I go to the Dentists (dun dun dun dun dun), where someone will willingly take their huge hands and shove them very neatly down my throat. Oh boy! This land of Dentistry is a rather small building, with odd music, strange teenagers/children running in endless circles while we wait, we all wait for hours. But, thankfully my orthodontist is very clever, and we throw around a couple jokes while he so willingly checks on my braces. You see, the problem with braces is, they are on your teeth and they make you look like a star. And no, I don't mean in a good way. They make your teeth look abnormally shiny and strange. So, I do not smile much, because I might scare my fellow friends and family away.

Tomorrow (the 26th), will be the last Orthodontist trip I will make in America! So, I am trying not to dread it, but take it as an opportunity to smile one last time at my charming Orthodontist, though this place isn't something I am proud of.

Farewell.

We're Off!

Well, today is the day FOLKS!

No, I don't mean literally today, but we are moving. Timisoara here we come!
The Lord was obviously trying to teach me serious patience, because we were waiting for quite sometime, but the Lord always comes through. Hurray!
Anyway, we should be leaving very soon, and I will tell you when we do.
I love you guys, and I hope I will see you all again someday.

Farewell.

STAR WARS!

Star Wars is a classic masterpiece that is well known into the world! Well, others claim to have seen it "countless times", though they do not seem to "know it" very well at all. We have recently started watching Star Wars all over again. And of course, we started with 'A New Hope' and discovered how truly marvelous it is. Well, except for the sweet actor who played Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) who played the part well, but is extremely easy to make fun of. Han Solo is the bomb though, he can bring joy into our humdrum lives from his sarcastic attitude, and odd perspective on life. And tonight we gathered around the living room once again, and enjoyed the sequel 'The Empire Strikes Back', and shared a few laughs, and some tears (on Jesse's side anyway).

And tomorrow starts a new day, an entirely new day filled with memorable quotes from Star Wars, and the excitement we will once again share from the very last one 'Return of the Jedi', and what a sad day it will bring. You will see no more smiles from our bubbling lips. No more giggles of joy, and no more memorable quotes to be clever for, because it will be over! Maybe I should hold back the greatest emotion I might someday encounter from the ending of a brilliant Trilogy. I will surely try to.

I know there are some sweet Star wars fans in the world, somewhere. Well I surely hope so. The very same Star Wars that passed around through countless generations, and many minds in the world. And there are many novels about Star Wars and merchandise too. Moreover, I just so happen to own some. Well, my brother Jesse (who at the age of 11) had collected a very valuable stash of Star Wars barbies...er....action-figures, and had held them in a magical little plastic box for years, well until recently. My Nephew Kevin desperately wanted the action-figures, so Jesse handed his wide collection to Kevin, though I am sure Jesse would have kept them for years to come. However, I am sure it was time to give up his glorious collection, since he is NOW turning 18, though he had given away the Star Wars action-figures when he was about 14. However, the point of the story is to keep things that are extremely valuable, or do not.

Anyway, I have this fly Star Wars T-shirt I plan to share with you now.
Yes, I am only talking about the T-shirt, I am not going to "share myself" with you now.

May the force be with you.

Farewell.

Sweet music..

Its funny how the people you least expect can have such amazing talents. Take Andrew for instance, he is a very cool, energetic person, with conviction and a very big smile, and little did we know, he had an amazing voice. Well, he practically blew me away in “Consuming Hate”, where he sings, (and does a very good job at that), on stage at Word-stock 06’. The song ‘Consuming Hate’ is extremely powerful, both in words and in song, I believe Tim Drummer originally wrote the words, and Andrew sings (and screams) it.

Ten bullet plan, are an awesome band, though, very little people know about them, or their capabilities. But I surely do! Mark Osborn (my brother), Andrew Forsberg, Jesse Osborn (also my brother), and Tony Fogerty, have created an excellent band. They originally recorded the song “You wonder why”, (which was changed) to “the flood”. I do believe my brother Mark and Tony had written it, though neither will take credit for it.

Though I am very finicky about music, (Lord help me), I have taken a serious liking to both bands. The Lord obviously gave me new music since I had forsaken the old (non-family) music.

Farewell.

The Resturant....(evil music in the background)

Gather around children and let me tell you a glorious story about our eventful dinner at Black Eyed Pea. No, do not be alarmed, though none of this is fictional, I will try not to scare you, and give you the truth. (And yes, the photos are all part of this amazing adventure)

This is my very subtle pose, you just don't know it yet...





Back off roll lovers, this roll was mostly a prop.

I’m sure other people could describe this place with jazz and great hospitality, though I beg to differ.

This land of low seats, hasty waiters, funky music and small meals, was nothing more than that. A different world, I heard myself say at least twice. And, as we sat at our table, an average height, extremely young looking, fake smiled, colour contact user had been assigned to us. I thought nothing of it at that time, but that was wrong of me. First he arrived with fresh rolls and butter, (which I happily stuffed down my starving throat), then he proceeded to tell us ‘Corn bread is coming soon’. Yet, I did not remember ordering such a heavy food, I hope it’s free. Then we continued eating those delicious rolls, three to be exact, and they tasted heavenly. Though, a problem was arising, but we did not even see it coming. This half-crazed waiter must have found it amusing, nay, exciting to come and ask us irrelevant questions, while we tried to eat.

I was both disturbed and uncomfortable in this situation, because he not only came to our table eight times, but he also threw deep (eye contact) looks our way (thankfully, he had an eye for Jolie, not me). After this annoyance he had sternly given us, we decided to give him $10 dollars for his trouble, though it was mostly him troubling us. And now, I am still haunted by the idea of seeing him again. I pray to sweet Jesus that we never go to Black Eyed Pea again. Next time, we’ll defiantly eat at Chilies.

Farewell.

Young Love/Valentines Day.

Ah, young love. The very same lust...er...love that is told to last a lifetime. The sweet little boys and girls cuddling and maybe even holding hands, shh, don't tell anyone though, its much too vulgar for the common ears of men. Well, lets take a quick flashback into the 50's, and ask ourselves why we cant have the same tasteful affections as back then. Remember holding hands? Obviously not! Now listen here, youngsters! You should go back to the fifties and smile, knowing that Valentines day wasn't about the vulgar distasteful attitudes we have now. Well, if you want to talk about violent love making, then well, thats your decision. As for myself, I would rather skip the subject altogether. Well, how knows? I might change my opinion.

May your valentines day be filled with over fattening chocolates, and tear bursting movies.

Farewell.

Sad Songs

Back in the late fifties and sixties people wrote these catchy tunes that very few people actually listened to deeply. And if they did, they would be surprised at some of the lyrics. Take the song "Tell Laura I love her" for instance. It's extremely catchy, but also very sad.

No one knows what happened that day
Or how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Now in the chapel where Laura prays
For her poor Tommy, who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

"Last Kiss" redone by Pearl Jam in the 90's

We were out on a date in my daddy's car. we hadn't driven very far. there in
The road, straight ahead. a car was stalled, the engine was dead.

I couldnt stop, so I swerved to the right. Ill never forget the sound that
Night. the screamin tires, the bustin glass. the painful scream that I heard
Last.

Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. shes gone
To heaven, so Ive got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this world.

When I woke up the rain was pourin down. there were people standin all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes. but somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said. hold me darling, just a little
While. I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss. I found the love that i
Knew I had missed.

Well now shes gone. even though I hold her tight. I lost my love, my life,
That night.

Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. shes gone
To heaven, so I've got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this
World.


Kiss of Fire by Tony Martin

I touch your lips and all at once, the sparks go flying
Those devil lips that know so well when I am lying
And though I see the danger, still flames go higher
I know I must surrender to your kiss of fire
Just like a torch you set my soul within me burning
I must go on along the road, no returning
And though it burns me, it turns me into ashes
My whole world crashes, without your kiss of fire

I can't resist you, what good is there in trying
What good is there denying, you're all that I desire
Since first I kissed you, my heart was yours completely
If I'm a slave, then it's a slave, I want to be...

Don't pity me, don't pity me

Give me your lips, the lips you only let me borrow
Love me tonight, devil take tomorrow
I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me
Though it consumes me, your kiss of fire
I know that I must have your kiss although it kills me
Though it consumes me your kiss of fire.

Sleep walk by the Supremes

Instead of dreaming


I sleep walk

'Cause I lost you

And now what am I to do

What to do

Can't believe that we're through

I don't care how much you tell me


Sleep talk

'Cause I miss you

I sleep talk

While the memory of you

Lingers like a song

Darling, I was so wrong

But I'll be right someday


The night

Fills my lonely place

I see your face

Spinning through my brain

I know

I miss you so

I still love you

And it drives me insane


Sleep walk

Every night

I just sleep walk

And when you

Walk inside the door

I will sleep walk no more

Till then by the Classics

Till then, my darling, please wait for me
Till then, no matter when it may be
One day I know I'll be home again
Please wait (till) till then

Our dreams will live though we are apart
Our love will always stay in our hearts
Till then, when of the world will be free
Please wait for me

Although there are oceans we must cross and mountains that we must climb
I know every gain must have a loss, so pray that our loss is nothing but time

Till then, we'll dream of what there will be
Till then, we'll call on each memory
Till then, when I will hold you again
Please wait till then

Blue Velvet by Bobby Vinton

Alright, let's not forget the classic "I can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis

Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you

So there you have it, folks. Now you know what some of these songs are really ABOUT!


Farewell.

In The Middle of Somewhere

When you do not know many people, or wish you had not know many people, life is difficult. My story is true, so pay attention. All right, let me begin with a subtle introduction of myself. As well as, this mischievous place, I had once lived in. To begin this story we must first take seven steps back into the past, and remember. Though I have no real bitter memories of this place, I will try to remember something interesting.

This Household, which remained branded for parties, was in all, nothing more than that. Especially to the young people who abruptly dropped by every so often, even if we had not asked them to. These parties had contained a certain essence to them, and a clear view of the ignorant people (who were formally involved) had really been like. Because of the wide variety of Alcohol passed unwisely around, many of the fellow inmates had viciously and incongruously flirted and grabbed the poor and innocent souls of that home. Ah, the wonder of this place brings a smile to my face, and yet, it gives me a heavy heart as well.

The singing teams were a nightmarish atmosphere. From the moment, you jump into the automobile, life ceases to exist. Moreover, the singing had to be extremely deafening and courageous to be equal to your teammates. Moreover, those of us who would refuse those “valuable singing lessons” would be instantly tortured with uncanny jokes, and fervent affections. However, I had avoided those situations like The Black Death, and it worked well.

Sarcastic People:

Some days you would try being a bit affectionate towards them, but it would get you nowhere.

Cruel and idiotic creatures were they, with a hint of sincerity when adults would randomly appear. However, they would still try to get you into bed in the process. What good would that actually do? However, I have considered slashing them in their sleep, but I resisted. However, it would have been allot better in the end.

Man Pleasers:

Its common knowledge that no one should actually “man please” but he or she still did. As if something went off in their heads that made them believe they must PLEASE OTHERS. What a joke. However, I still think they are capable of doing whatever they please. Yet, I befall stricken by a quick flash of reality, which states that they cannot.

The Non-Caring:

Shaking our heads at the idiocy that went on in the Home, and wishing the Home members would disappear.

Well, not always. Sometimes we hoped they would be alive, so we could mock their existence. Nothing really mattered except the few important people in our lives.

When visitors came to us, we ignored them. They sometimes asked us if we liked them, and a small smirk would appear on our faces. And what is wrong with an addiction to coffee? It never killed anyone. We also had our perverted moments, but we made up for them with a smile. No matter what we said, we could easily replace it with a big beam, nay, SHINE of smile. However, that was on a RARE occasion. We do not smile too much; it is a waste of space.

Dedicated Beings:

There were not very many of these, but a few remained. They would make everything happy and cheerful, and an occasional atmosphere of fun. However, I did not understand them sometimes. They would seriously confuse me, with all these creeps around them; they would still find time to be happy. Congratulations to you! You were good people.

Creeps/Decent:

Most moments you would either be trying to molest us, or praying for us. I am sure you went through a lot, but you still cannot molest people, it is illegal. I looked it up once.

You were not as bad as you seemed. You had your decent times, where you would actually make some sense, and would resist the subject of sex. Maybe if you worked at it more, than you might be able to go a WHOLE day without talking about sex. What do you think?

Computer Geeks/Smarty

They were very valuable subjects. Not easily disrupted, not easily bothered. They had my appreciation because they had the patience for me, which is surprising. Moreover, they play a mean game of cards. I will admit that. They were cool people, because they had good humor, and they knew how to make people laugh, at surprising times. They were also smart in allot of ways, even though they had random women’s eyes on their computer desktop. Nevertheless, other than that, they were cool.

Charmers

Classy and sophisticated were they, well sometimes. They always charmed those women to pieces, and broke several hearts in the process. They carried a certain “cool” presents about them, unlike others of the Home. Although, they always knew how to have a good laugh, and make fun of people on occasion. They were also very squeezable and cuddly. You wanted to put them in your pocket, so they would constantly be there to squeeze.

Shakespeare

It annoyed us a bit, because of the wide variety of women at their side every moment. How could we actually have a decent conversation with them? They were charming, intelligent, handsome, and well, to good to be true. I feel sorry for them because they did not get a moments peace. I do not believe in those stupid little girls hanging all over the only operate who would pay attention to them. It was almost as if the Shakespeare’s were a piece of meat. Humbug I say! I think it is rather uncanny to think someone does that. The point is they were very cool people. They were classy, and highly able to keep up an interesting conversation. So cheers to them.

Yikes

They were scary! You were a bit too terrified to be near them. Moreover, the only time they were a bit relaxed was with Alcohol in their system (read beginning again). They would randomly yell at you, well, because they could. They could be nice people if they tried. If they actually put in some effort, and since they were commander of the Singing Team, you prayed to sweet JESUS that you were not on the Singing Team.

Boots...

My feet hurt immensely. Those words, the exact words I spoke, and I continue to speak, are all truth. As I sat upon my bed, feeling quite disturbed over the terrible feeling that has arisen in my feet, I begin to realize that Boots are killers of feet. Woe is me, I feel vulnerable to have walked that far in those boots. Though they seemed comfortable in the beginning, I had been stricken with reality. These boots, that are very pretty (though I care very little for shoes) are nothing more than a pretty way of hurting your feet. OUCH!

Farewell.

Brown Eyes

Brown eyed wonder. Among all others, he lurks around, never afraid to speak aloud.

Many think of him as silent or mysterious some say. To me, he is nothing other than

The loudest mystery I could not ever portray. No one thinks as he does, you see the diversity in his eyes. His voice is calm as an ocean, yet as sharp as the rugged tides.

His honesty makes the best sense in anytime or place. Some think him mortal, but they have not felt his immoral embrace. Never to question the possibility of happiness, his face

Somehow always smiles. Even in the tears on his face, he will last a very long while.

So wrong turned into the rightist thing possible. They wonder why he is so cheerful yet so deadly. If they only knew, his true colours, they would finally see he is beautiful. None other can compare to him. Craziest person you will meet, but still willing to be sane. You will look deeper into his eyes and see his heart, the one real thing that makes so much sense. Who will know his brightest side? Will he ever blow his cover? He plays no fool, in front of others or himself. He reaches out to find something new and different, yet he finds himself. Kindest, most lovable creature is he. You will never understand his ways, for he hides many things.

Love he carries in his heart for so long. Who could judge such a loyal one as he? His swift movement makes him free. If only they saw what I see. The bittersweet confessions he gives to me. I will never get quite enough of him. To face the world’s fire, yet he comes back clean. He comes to me at night when others do sleep. Talks about memories & the love he does bring. I will close my eyes so tight and remember one more time. This creature is lovelier then anyone I have ever known.

Farewell.

Festive Occasion...(or so I'm told)

All right, all right, I admit that I went to the parade. There you caught me right in the act. Are you happy? Do you also feel lucky? Sorry I had to say that, I did not really want to, but they said I had to. Nevertheless, its story time now!

Such a glorious occasion it had turned out to be.
I will tell you the whole story, if you are still interested.

Well, there were six of us prepared for this celebration, some more than others.
Therefore, we walked from Mrs. Tina's house (which was about half a mile from the huge parade), in search for the almighty Marti Gras. Though we found much more than we imagined. The parade on the other hand was monstrous! No not really, I lied. It was a lot of fun actually. Especially all the old men who would flirt with you with their wide bead collection, and you (of course) would weakly fall right at their bate, because you did not know any better.

I had a conversation with the man beside me about his life, though I remember very little about it. I was trying to listen really hard, but the beads were so darn distracting, and I had to pay attention to the beads instead. I hope he did not get offended by my greed for beads. Anyhow, it was allot of fun, and I received about one hundred beads and several cups (with the Gemini symbol on it) those didn't matter. It was lot's of fun though, and we shared a few laughs.

Farewell.