Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I knew what to say, because most of the time I don't.

I'd like to blog, but nothing is ever of great importance that my first instinct is to run to a computer and watch it appear on screen before me.

I lead an incredibly normal life. There are no extremes. Because of that, I create my own. And although it keeps me from sleeping my life away, it bothers others.

I think, once I start work, I'll make it a point to go at least once place that I haven't been to before after my shift ends.

It'll be easier since I'll be working on Wells Street the first two weeks, but once I'm transferred to the SouthWest location, it'll get a little more difficult. But I'll make it work.

I want to expand.

(And a realization just hit me. I WORK ON WELLS STREET. HOLY FAWK)

I am not Creative

Create something creative
I had someone say to me once
Of course
In order to create
You must be creative

A sad day that was
When I fully realized the words
Of course
That in order to create
You must be creative

I shook my head
And wished that I could
Of course
Create something
If only I could be creative

I sat down heavily
At my cluttered desk
Of course
To try to create
You need to be creative

My nimble fingers
Decided to flit across the keys
Of course
To create a story
I have to be creative

The favored delete key
Has kinship with my pinkie
Of course
Failing to create a story
Failing to be creative

With my head held high
I close the document because
Of course
In order to create
You must be creative

Create something creative
I had someone say to me once
Of course
I tried to create
And I was not creative.

I suppose I should buckle down and update this thing. If only so I have something to refer back to later in life and realize how good I actually had it. Or realize it really was as awkward as I believe it to be now. Either way, I suppose it's good that I continually keep my thoughts updated and placed on computerized paper.

My story begins like this. It's Tuesday, June 3rd, mid-afternoon. I decide that today is a good day to actually get the mail out of the mailbox. Once there, I'm pleased to find my new Rolling Stone. I'm always paranoid that the subscription will end and no longer will my favorite magazine grace me with its wonderful words. I've made myself comfortable on my red leather chair, and recline back, ready to enjoy my magazine.

While flipping through the pages, my eyes land upon a small picture placed in the upper center of the page. The Fratellis! I gasp. I quickly begin to read what I am now aware of - a review for a new album! Quite pleased with my find, regardless of any information about release dates, I hop in my car and ride down to The Wooden Nickel, in hopes of picking it up. Once there, it comes to my attention that the CD hasn't been released yet. The employee informs me that although the release date is next Tuesday, the 10th of June, it will be in the store Monday, the 9th. Excited, I thank him and sweep out the door, mentally preparing myself for the following week.

During this week, I managed to snath a Neutral Milk Hotel album, and Josh Groban's latest. Pleased with my purchases, they weren't The Fratellis. Monday eventually arrived and I was up and ready by 8AM. My extended family insisted that they drive with me, so another two hours and seventeen minutes went by. Finally I was able to reach my destination, The Wooden Nickel. Once inside, a different employee informs me that the new releases arrive in the afternoon, and they should be getting one in between 3PM and 4PM. I sighed a little but my grin stayed in place - I was getting my CD today!

The day passed slowly. After an unsuccessful trip to the Verizon store, Bath and Body Works, and Game Stop, I sat in my car, soaking wet from the torrential rains, preparing myself for this grand event. I got out of my car, hopped over the accumlating rain puddles and entered the store. The same employee that informed me last Tuesday that they'd have it today was standing behind the counter. I asked him about it, and as soon as I saw the look on his face, I was devastated. "We didn't get one in. Apparently the guy who does our orders didn't realize The Fratellis were big enough to merit more than one for all of our stores." Horrified, my face fell and I nodded. I would not be reciving my album a day early after all.

Depressed and mildly upset, I returned home to continue my wait. The next morning came and, once again, I was ready by 8AM. Deciding to try Best Buy, as they are the electronical store to go to, I waited impatiently for 9:30AM to arrive. Once it was apparent that the rest of my extended family were going to accompany me, I sat back and realized my album would not be obtained for quite some time. I read a book, not seeing the words or feeling the story, until they announced they were ready to go. The time was 9:55AM. Quicker than I assumed, but later than I had intended.

We race down Jefferson to Best Buy, and upon arrival, I cannot find Here We Stand anywhere. Frantic, I ask an employee if they recieved any in. Nodding, he lead me to a small corner, away from the new-release CDs and CD rows, where three copies sat on the bottom shelf. I thanked him profusely and grabbed my copy, finally holding it in my hands. I glanced down at the price and gave a quick laugh. This CD was released today and it was already on sale! 7.99 for a new-release! What a find! I paid for my purchase and had the album opened before we left the store.

I placed it in my car's CD changer - which is unfortunately placed in the trunk - and got in, turning my vehicle on. Within seconds, their new sound flowed through my car's sound system, and into my own veins. I had finally achieved a moment of inner peace and serenity.

From that moment on, it mattered not what I had to do. I had managed to get my new Fratellis album, and with that comes complete satisfaction.