knock knock!

Jonfen!
(^haha j/k. Jeashwah,) I'm really glad that I met you. I know we talk about this whole "how long" "when's the right time" deal all the time, but I feel like I haven't told you that... No matter how long it takes, I'm not going anywhere. If it takes 2 weeks or 1 month or 10 months or a year. I'm really not going anywhere. You're definitely one of my closest friends. Either way I've been blessed beyond what I deserve - to have you as a friend firstly, and then to have you feel the same way I do about you, blows my mind. BUT I think that's enough cheesies for the blog. lol sorry, I couldn't help myself. Okay, well sorry it took me a while to get back to this but you did kind of leave me in a tough spot. hah. Enjoy..


His house's lone clock, hung directly above his television set, Sal's only reminder of the outside world. No matter how much he tried to conceal himself from the sun, people, his neighbor's annoying scottish terrier, one thing he could not run from, time. The clock matched the wallpaper theme of the outdoors, with a different type of backyard bird drawn for each number around the horn. The time was currently a half past a blue jay and the second hand continued to steadily chip away at the remainder of the day. Tick-Tick, Bob Barker's voice would break the silence, "Come on down!", tick, tick, "Spin that wheel!", tick, tock, tick...That's when it happened...

All of a sudden Terri, the neighbor's dog burst through the back door of the trailer barking as he chased Sal's cat Tommy. He was so startled that everything around him went blank for a few seconds. Then suddenly as his vision returned there was an immense pressure in his chest, as if the world's fattest person was sitting on him. In addition to the crippling crushing sensation in his chest, stabbing pains attacked the entire left side of his body, and he had lost all control of his left arm. Sal knew exactly what was happening. With a family history of heart attacks, there was no way that this could be anything else. All that panic and fear in his eyes had no escape, he could see the end of his life coming all too soon; and yet not a sound could escape his lips. At that moment he realized what a fool he'd been...

A Post 2 days in the Making Good

Good Morning Sara,

Well ok...I actually started writing this yesterday and now I'm finishing this post today, Thursday. So by the time you read this it might not technically be morning any more, ha. And also I have absolutely no excuse not keep up with this blog since I sit at a computer screen all day, and I'm not spinning dough with my left hand while answering phone calls with a, "Ell-o Faux's Pizza Den." So I'm sorry about that, and I've noticed you've commented on my picture without my shirt on alot, either I need to give that guy a shirt, I mean I need to put on a shirt, or I need to workout to catch up to that guy, I mean I need to get back into good shape like my younger days again. By the way it's 12:34 pm, I think that if you blog a 1234 time, the wish freezes in place until you read it, so go ahead make a wish. You're wishing for....a....ham sandwich!
Hmm so Sara, I guess getting back to school hasn't exactly been what we thought would happen right away or soon. On a more serious note I do pray for you and the situation every day, and praying that if it's right God would give us the patience to stick it through but if not that he would let us realize that we're simply meant for friends. Either way I'm glad I met you and either way I know I can trust God, but just to make sure you're not wondering, I'm not thinking that later right now. And Sara I don't want to put you into a situation where you feel like you have to choose between Colleen and myself, I want to be able to do everything I can to make Colleen feel at peace with this all, and time will eventually pass, I know I'll still be here, and if it's still meant to be when we get to that time, it will all be worth it, and be so much better. But ha, I've never had to wait so long for something I wanted like this before. But it can be done. Well Sorry there was my rant, probably with a million and a half typos, but I don't feel like combing back through everything right now haha. Anyways heres the story.


Sal picked up the remote and flicked on the ancient monstrosity of a television. On a day like today there was only one thing to calm his nerves. The price is right.

His house's lone clock, hung directly above his television set, Sal's only reminder of the outside world. No matter how much he tried to conceal himself from the sun, people, his neighbor's annoying scottish terrier, one thing he could not run from, time. The clock matched the wallpaper theme of the outdoors, with a different type of backyard bird drawn for each number around the horn. The time was currently a half past a blue jay and the second hand continued to steadily chip away at the remainder of the day. Tick-Tick, Bob Barker's voice would break the silence, "Come on down!", tick, tick, "Spin that wheel!", tick, tock, tick...That's when it happened...

one sentence-rs are the best

JOSH,

lol I don't know why I made your name all caps.. but that's okay. Oh btdubbs how did you know I was crying really big tears because you're not a lawyer today? lol?? I did laugh quite a bit at that - so thank you. =] (girlie smilie face) I can't help myself. I don't think you're coming close to wearing out that phrase though, JSYK. not yet, anyways.
I hope your bachelor party type thing turned out well. I watched everything is illuminated and cried like a moron. hahaha. My dad watched it with me, I think he liked it. I'm pretty close to finishing my book, but I haven't quite gotten there yet. I think after I finish adding to our story I'll go tackle that. [I'm so unorganized and all over the place. I probably give you headaches with my text messages. lol sorry.] anyways... here we go! (Que treadmills) HA. HA ha... heh... *siiigghh* bad joke number one.

Sal descended deep back into the confines of his dark lair muttering to himself about the terrible service of mailmen these days and munching on what he deemed his only friend, a tuna sandwich. The walls of Sal's trailer were only noticable by the deem glow of light that filtered in through the two windows which decorated both ends of his paint chipped trailer. Upon closer inspection the once festive wall paper clinging to the shadowed walls detailed animal life in an open grassy field, a rabbit hunkered down for a bite of grass while a buck stood in an alert position as if staring back into any eyes that happen to give the wall paper some attention. Unfortunately this never happened.
Sal picked up the remote and flicked on the ancient monstrosity of a television. On a day like today there was only one thing to calm his nerves. The price is right.

<--- I need to change that vampire picture...

Hey Sara,

I decided to write you this before I left to go out and get stuff, I guess its one way I could be with you while you're sick. Well instead of telling you constantly that "I miss you" in a desperate attempt to wear out that phrase, I guess I'll try to make you smile, so I decided to do this by writing the rest of the message in TXT talk (: haha (here's the code cracker: http://www.txtdrop.com/abbreviations.php ), WU VIP, FRT SOMY, AAR IDUNNO UR PROLLY CRBT BCOS IANAL 2DAY( I invented that one). YKWYCD GR&D, IRMC.
Ha ok well, that is taking way too long, when I originally thought of the idea I said to myself, G9, haha. I know Stephanie probably wouldn't need the translator for it, ROFL. Ok so story time...

Sal looked solemnly down at the three white envelopes clutched between his trembling fingers, feeling betrayed by the all too jovial mailman. There was only one letter that Sal wanted to feel crisp against the dry cracked skin of his fingers. Sure, the mailman didn't know that Sal had been waiting, and would continue doing so in agony. How long would he have to wait? How long would it take for just a word - just one small word could change everything for him, and he knew it all too well. He was banking on it with every fiber of his being, every day of his existance.
Sal descended deep back into the confines of his dark lair muttering to himself about the terrible service of mailmen these days and munching on what he deemed his only friend, a tuna sandwich. The walls of Sal's trailer were only noticable by the deem glow of light that filtered in through the two windows which decorated both ends of his paint chipped trailer. Upon closer inspection the once festive wall paper clinging to the shadowed walls detailed animal life in an open grassy field, a rabbit hunkered down for a bite of grass while a buck stood in an alert position as if staring back into any eyes that happen to give the wall paper some attention. Unfortunately this never happened.

vampires and red ears...

Jeashwah,
you should really avoid shooting yourself with pellet guns. I'm glad that you decided to help your mom out! That's really cool, and honestly I don't think I know any guys who would do that without being asked or bugged to do it. In my reading endeavors I've come to the conclusion that I never want to be a vampire. hahaha. But that's okay - the book is getting more interesting again, and actually finishing it tonight could very well be a possibility. hmmm. I'm really glad that you're my friend Josh. I'm glad that you decided to facebook stalk me and write on my wall. (lol, j/k about the stalking thing - of course) And.. hmm I could go on and on but I'll save you the gooey details. Basically I just want to say that.. I'm glad we met, and became friends. SO.. without further adue.

Only his left arm protruded from the door, taking great caution to make sure the rest of his gangly body wouldn't be exposed to the sun. Sal stretched his arm over to the mailbox from the safety of his trailer sanctuary and with his index and middle he pressed down into the mailbox. He clipped a few letters in between his two fingers tightly and slipped them out stealthily with his letters in his grasp, causing the mailbox lid a sudden clank. Sal's left arm then retreated within the confines his dark interior leaving once again only his green eye to pierce the otherwise clear day through a small crack in the door. What he had been waiting for had not arrived.
Sal looked solemnly down at the three white envelopes clutched between his trembling fingers, feeling betrayed by the all too jovial mailman. There was only one letter that Sal wanted to feel crisp against the dry cracked skin of his fingers. Sure, the mailman didn't know that Sal had been waiting, and would continue doing so in agony. How long would he have to wait? How long would it take for just a word - just one small word could change everything for him, and he knew it all too well. He was banking on it with every fiber of his being, every day of his existance.

oh, pst. feel free to correct any of my grammatical errors, and/or change anything that you don't like.

Bleach and Pellet Guns

Sara I know I've already told you this but I think its awesome you would take the time to clean your grandpa's house. It says alot about who you are and speaks volumes to other people about who your God truly is. I know your not supposed to end a sentence with "is" but I think thats a dumb rule. Well I hope by the time you've gotten to read this you've gotten a chance to relax a bit after cleaning both your grandpa's house and your own. I'm looking at our sink overflowing with dishes and cups and I think you may have inspired me to help out my mom a little too. And I just shot myself with a pellet gun thinking it was empty, well ok I shot the wall and it bounced back and hit me in the arm. It didn't hurt as bad as it might have but still, ouch. Anyways I feel a little guilty since your doing work and I'm screwing around on the computer, so I'm going to go ahead and add my part to the story.

After deciding that the coast was clear, Sal reached through the slightly cracked trailer door into the pale sunlight of the morning to retrieve his mail. Something about this morning was not like the other mornings; even up to the postman being unusually early. Sal was plagued with an eerily hollow feeling despite his double decker pancake breakfast. Sal's finger touched the rusty metal hook on the tip of the mailbox and pulled it down opening the mailbox door with a faint creak.
Only his left arm protruded from the door, taking great caution to make sure the rest of his gangly body wouldn't be exposed to the sun. Sal stretched his arm over to the mailbox from the safety of his trailer sanctuary and with his index and middle he pressed down into the mailbox. He clipped a few letters in between his two fingers tightly and slipped them out stealthily with his letters in his grasp, causing the mailbox lid a sudden clank. Sal's left arm then retreated within the confines his dark interior leaving once again only his green eye to pierce the otherwise clear day through a small crack in the door. What he had been waiting for had not arrived.

dumbstruck.

Josh... this is....
amazing, to say the least. words fall frustratingly short. I really don't know what to say.

other than..

After deciding that the coast was clear, Sal reached through the slightly cracked trailer door into the pale sunlight of the morning to retrieve his mail. Something about this morning was not like the other mornings; even up to the postman being unusually early. Sal was plagued with an eerily hollow feeling despite his double decker pancake breakfast. Sal's finger touched the rusty metal hook on the tip of the mailbox and pulled it down opening the mailbox door with a faint creak.

=]

The Beginning

Hey Sara,

How are you doing, I just figured I would start this post like every other time I see you, talk to you, text you, etc... So this is the thing I figured I would show, the idea is this, its kinda like the bathroom book I told you about that Dom has with his roommates...except minus pungent smells and toilet paper plastered to the bottom of your shoe. Ok well to clarify its something to do when you're bored, like you can write whatever you want here, but its just between me and you. If anyone else wants to see it they need a password, which is "eddieizzard" ha. Oh and one more thing, every time you check this blog you need to add to "the story." I'll start it off, you need to write at least a sentence but no more than a paragraph each time you add something and then let me take my turn, etc... My reasoning is that since Twilight crapped out, me and you could write a better story, lame I know, but I think when you're bored it could give you/me something to do. Oh by the way I added some things on the side for your ADD, including an awesome video and a picture without my shirt on, I figured you were curious. Feel free to add anything you want to the blog. Anyways here's the beginning of the story...

The red flag on Sal's black mailbox was raised into the upright position as the local hodge podge mailman fumbled the crisp white letters through his fingers and into Sal's mailbox bolted into his white rusted trailer. "I guess he's a little early on this morning," Sal questioned himself. His feet had waited anxiously as the mailman veered off eastward back toward town. Sal cracked the door just enough to permit the sunlight a rare opportunity to enter his abode, hitting on the crack white tile floor and glaring off his left bulbus green eye which surveyed the scene of the recent mailman incident....