My my I've been absent for quite some time. So much for the every morning updating eh?

I figure nobody even reads this, so I suppose it isn't necessary to be as diligent with my ramblings.

It's been an exhausting few days. I'm beginning to become increasingly stressed out about my education. Regardless of the subjects, save anything performing arts, I just can't get into it and am lazy-mclazerson. Today I arose after a mere two hour power nap, in order to prepare coffee for patrons crazy enough to brave the crowds on "Black Friday". It was rather slow however. In some ways that was a blessing, in others a curse, as the busier times tend to move the day along more rapidly.

This evening I spent at one of San Diego's most FASHIONable malls in SD's version of the VALLEY. I reconnected with an old friend, much to my delight. We don't see each other often, as she hovers by another sea, but when we do get together I enjoy it. It's been forever that we've known each other, and we don't have much to show for it in terms of hours logged in personal presence of one another, however I still consider her ( and I presume I am thought of the same to her) as one of my most dear companions. During my romp around the mall I bought a few things, including this super cute (wow did I really just say that? Hillcrest is rubbing off on me a liiiittttttlllle too much) itty-bitty wireless optical mouse. I bought it in the hopes that my music editing and paper writing, and navigating of multiple web-pages might be made easier by this handy dandy plastic and rubber rodent.

I'm tired. Tomorrow I have off. I wonder if the sea is beckoning me. We shall see what the sea has in store for me.

peace and love.

music makes your brain happy.

~Ben

Sweet Stephen

I figured I'd continue with the aliteration for names and blog titles.

Currently I sit in a local coffeeshop/music venue. On any lucky weekend you might find me on the stage singing my lungs out. If you're really lucky you'll run into me when I'm just out and about studying in the coffeehouse's busy cafe.

As I meander my way through an annoyingly easy (so easy I continue to put it off because there are so many more important things to do) essay, the genius who is Stephen Sondheim brings my ears cheer. Through his lyrical voyages embarked upon in Sweeney Todd and Into the Woods, Sondheim causes me to shake my head back and forth, I'm sure much to the humor of my fellow patrons.

I'm actually listening to AccuRadios Broadway station. More specifically the 2005-2006 Tony Award Nominee channel. I've discovered a new gem in a field of stones. The Droswey Chaperone. Quite comical. It actually made me laugh out loud. Unfortunately I think I laughed out loud during a serious part of a conversation which prompted intriguing looks by the lovely laides sitting across from me at this large communal table. I explained myself and they found it funyn as well.

I just kicked one of the girls. Oooops.

Maybe that should be my mating call. If I kick you then you know *signals the a-ok closed forefinger and thumb the rest of the fingers up, sign*

I like peppermint tea. It's nice. Much like these ladies, whom I just told I was planted here to test their patience. They passed, with the flying colors of a circular rainbow. Those do exist. I believe it. I do I do.

rock the boat.

cheers

bvizzy

Darling Delilah

A little girl, whom I've named Darling Delilah, made my day yesterday. As I stood in line at a bulk buying warehouse owned by some dude named Sam who I believe wields a Club, Darling D decided to tug at my heart strings. I peer down to see her little tiny frame wrapped in diapers staring up at me with this fluffy puff of brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes as big as the sun. Her hands outstretched towards me, begging for comfort. Concerned about how her parents might react, I hesitated to pick up the child. Finally after contemplating "what if her parents aren't around and she wandered away?" I pick her up. Her mom walks over smiling, much to my relief, and says to darling delilah "now you know you're not supposed to go walking up to strangers honey. but thank the man for being so nice." Darling Delilah smiles sweetly back at her mother, who then reaches for her daughter. The girl, much to comfortable in my arms, does an abrupt about face, burying her little noggen into my shoulder. Ummmm....sorry mom? I finally hand back the girl to her mother, and Darling Delilah begins to BAWL. I mean niagra falls streaked down her face.

It warmed my heart. One of the cutest experiences to ever befall me for sure. I then began to ponder why the situation occured? Is she just an exploratory toddler? Do I remind her of her daddy (who happened to be standing with mom as well)? I'm just really glad she didn't call me daddy. yikes. Then I thought, maybe she was trying to escape the evil realm of her parents!! Even then there's nothing I can do, but enjoy Darling Delilah and mines brief embrace.

It made me want to be a father.

In the daytime.

For like two minutes...until the diaper began to feel warm.

Darling Delilah, this is to you. I wish you a happy life, free of painful teething and diaper rash.

Cheers.

~vman

I've succumb

I've officially succumb to the blog craze. I gave into myspace quite a while ago, although I never got into their blogging system very much. I am proud to say though that I was one of the FIRST with a facebook *smiles wide*

I've had other journals I've used to post lyrics. This little diddy though will remain simple and raw. Just thoughts of my mind. Void of editing and phrasing, I'll just write at my hearts whim. The light in my room makes me squint.

I wonder if anyone will actually read this? I'd like to devote this site to all those people who do read it, but who don't know me. You rock. Thanks for your time. Are there really any of you out there?

In the morning, when I wake up and my breath tastes like it had a fight with the rest of my body, I'll try to write in here. I'm not sure how much success I'll have. That little stipulation just set me up for disaster didn't it?

I just recorded a demo. It's gonna sound good. I recorded it with a friend who is a well known musician. As a result I've become the mouse for a number of curious cats. What is it about celebrity that captivates people so much? He's just a regular dude.

Do my thoughts make sense? My head is currently debating this. There seems to be no assemblance of order to this post. Here's to many future ramblings of incoherent love!

Cheers-

Ben