I only have eyes for you!

I've gotten so used to buying new music that I'm spoiled! I haven't had a reason to get sick of a CD because I had so many to go through, until now! Since school has started (which is funny because school is over now) I haven't been able to buy any new stuff and now I'm bored! Sitting down with my laptop either blogging or chatting with friends I like to listen to music, but I haven't been able to satisfy my music craving. I love Dream Theater and will never be sick of them but I want something kind of mellow and soothing not crazy and upbeat. I've pretty much exhausted my Oasis collection (of which I have a large one), as much as I love Michael Buble I just can't bare to listen anymore, I need something new! And then I found it...it's new but yet at the same time old, my Frankie Sinatra collection! There is nothing better than a classic song sung by a classy crooner! I love Jamie Cullum but he's got nothing on Frank! Listening to "I Only Have Eyes for You" sends chills up my spine! It's beautiful, classic, warm, and just plain sexy...you HAVE give dear ole Frankie a listen to sometime, he brings you to a place like no other!

War!

For the past week I have been writing a film paper for my Film and the American Society class, and it's been an interesting one!

I had to discuss to films, The Patriot and The Last of the Mohicans, and talk about how they portray the American Revolution. To my surprise this has been a difficult paper to write, there were a lot of things that I could have talked about but as per usual my passion stepped in and I went on a little rant...here it is...

Picture yourself, hiding in the attic with your children, hearing shots and smelling their smoke. The screams coming from outside your home are from men who are dying from severe injuries and wounds caused by guns whose bullets are now aimed at your home. The smell of burning wood hits your nose and you realize that they are burning down your barn, it is only a matter of minutes before they reach to where you are and ignite your house into flames. Your mind runs frantic thinking of what is yet to come but you try to remain composed for the sake of your children. You allow your mind to wander for a moment back to the time when your first child was born, a smile creeps upon your face, you remember when your second born took his first steps, and then you are brutally awakened from the past by melodic, terrifying footsteps. Your five-year-old daughter grips your arm and buries her face into your chest to muffle her terrified sobs. In your mind you see yourself rising from the floor and bringing the intruders to their knees, however, when you see them you become paralyzed with fear. Your heart pounds in your chest as they walk over to you, the man dressed in full military garb pushes aside your children and grabs you by the arm, pulls you up to his level. All the while uttering threats, looks you in the eye, cocks his rifle, points it at you, smirks, and then you wake up. You wake up to a beautiful day, you roll over to see your wife next to you, you can hear the sounds of cartoons in the next room and you realize that it is the 21st century America. You breath a sigh of relief that you are still alive, roll over to kiss your wife good morning, and then lie flat on your back for a while thanking God for the sacrifices that the men gave so you could be free from fear and threat of war.

So many people look upon war as a needless way to settle a dispute and most of the time they're right! But, sometimes it's needed!

TeeHee!

I'm a giggling mess right! I'm supposed to be writing a paper that is late but I can't because I'm acting like a little school girl! Ha! You know the sensation you get in your tummy that's like constant nervous butterflies? That's what I've been like for the past few days...minus the wanting to throw up my guts part! I'm being so lame...but I can't help! For the first time in Toronto without Lesley being here, I'm truly happy! I haven't even gone out and did something to make me happy, it's just happening right here in my own house. This blog is majorly kryptic and I apologize, but I'm so giggly that all my words have left me!

"O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, and crown what I profess with kind event if I speak true; if hollowly, invert what best is boded me to mischief! I beyond all limit of what else i'th' world, do "like", prize, honour you."