SQUID

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
"Yeah, I'll tell just as much truth as the people that wrote that fucking bible."

Edit:

Listen to Ted Leo and your day is automatically happy.

I just joined Twitter to keep up with the internet. Does anyone reading this have one? It looks like it could be fun.


www.twitter.com/davidvedge

Add me and we can tweet.

I'm normally pretty bummed about Valentines Day rolling around, but I will be god-damned if yesterday wasn't the best day I've had in a long, long time. I thought that the day was pretty much peaked after sitting on the roof and dinner, but I was HAPPILY mistaken. I should go to bars that have covers more often if nights are going to turn out like that.

So, I just got to Lexington, Kentucky. We got here, checked into the hotel, rode the elevator up to the second floor, put our bags down, and decided to go over to the local Casa de Waffle to partake in some Belgian goodness. We left our room, and went back to the elevator that we were on 5 minutes earlier. We pressed the "down" button, obviously, to go down to the lobby. Almost immediately after pressing the button,

the doors of the elevator shook, bolts and screws flew off the wall, dust came bellowing out of the elevator doors, and then quiet.
The elevator had fallen straight to the ground.

I'm a creature of habit,

and I work better when I hate everything.

Remember tonight. It rained and there was lightning. The bolts looked like fireworks for a moment.

I don't really want to say anything too in depth about cave9 moving, because I really just don't know how to say it. Pretty much everything that I thought about last night could be summed up by what Allan said. If I could go back to the 16 year old version of myself, sitting against the wall outside of cave9, I'd just want to tell him that everything was going to be ok.

Everyone's making these 2008 recap posts. It's the same old shit. "2008 sucked, but '09! It's going to be different"

No it isn't.

2007 sucked, 2008 sucked, and 2009 is going to suck. All you can try to do is make the good times good enough.

I realized that I haven't made a livejournal entry in a good while. I don't really have anything groundbreaking to talk about. No big news, or exciting events really--but I find that note worthy. My life is consistent--even, and I don't think I have a problem with that. Track is unbelievably difficult, and this season is probably one of the most physically demanding things that I've ever gone through, but it's going to pay off. (For a decathlete pun--It all pays off in the long run!) We ran a workout the other day that last year at this time I wouldn't have been able to finish, and this year all 4 of us crushed it. 500, 400, 300 in 1:17, 62, and 42 respectively with 4 minutes of rest in between each. That is a fast fucking workout, and all 4 of us absolutely destroyed it. And every day, being the first 4 on the track, watching everyone come out and start and finish while we're still working, and being the last people on the track is such a gratifying feeling. The sun has almost completely set, and the sweat sitting on my skin is starting to chill, and the only thing out there is 4 pairs of feet, a beeping watch, and a coach yelling out splits. I never feel more alive then at that dusky time at the end of the day, completely broken down, cramping up, and fighting through the final 10 meters when everyone else is already done. God damnit, I love it.

I've also been an Alabama super fan lately. Yesterday I went to the volleyball game, and the basketball game, and I'll be going to the basketball game on Wednesday night. What's up with that? Pretty fun though.

Had a party at my house on Friday night. It's funny to watch all the different teams roll up together. We had, soccer, gymnastics, swimming and diving, track, golf, and tennis here at on point in the night. The party went well. I walked out into my living room the next morning to see a guy sitting in our recliner, a guy in our bean bag chair, and a guy fucking a girl on our couch with the two other guys watching and talking about it. I turned around and walked right back in my room.

What about it?


The warmth we brought was enough
To make us feel at home
And we shared our fire
Crossed the lines and threw rocks sky high
And it was alright