Ergonomic Keyboard

My work was kind enough to get me a nifty new ergonomic keyboard. The good news is that I might not get carpal tunnel. The bad news is that it's like learning to type all over again. Kinda.

Anyhow. Nothing really has happened lately. Our Vegas trip was awesome. I'll probably post some pictures sooner or later. Naturally, our friends decided to go to Vegas the weekend after on a whim. They got pretty shitty. A fight almost broke out, and I totally missed it.

I would like to take this opportunity to express my infinit love for Incubus, and Dave Matthews Band. I've never been able to pin point a favorite band, and DMB has always been in the top 5, but I think it's pretty safe to say that my favorite bands of all time are Incubus and DMB. OLP is a close second.

I like these bands because their music and lyrics are poetry. I love poetry. I should read more poetry. I should write more poetry. I used to be a prolific writer of poetry. Back when I was young and wrought with angst (aka "a teenager"). I've actually embarked on the process of transferring my three or four notebooks full of poetry from old school paper to a new school Word document.

Okay, so I use the term "embarked" very loosely. As with so many other good ideas I have, the process is going slowly. I can't decide on a format for the whole thing, but mainly I don't want (or perhaps am not ready) to revisit those long and lonely years of my life when I hated myself and everyone around me. I really shouldn't look back and cringe at those years because I realize that I'm a better person for it. It should be a theraputic experience, but it mostly just reminds me how stupid and naive I was.

Not to say that I'm not still stupid and naive (admitting your problem is the first step to overcoming it, right?), but I used to be so much more so. It did make for some interesting poetry. I used to think I had a gift, but the more and more time that elapses since I (not all together) stopped writing poetry I realize that I was just angry. I'm not really angry any more. I still get angry, but I'm not constantly angry like I used to be.

Angry? What did I have to be angry about? Valid questions, yes. But aren't all teenagers angry just for the sake of being angry? For the most part, yes. I was (mostly) just angry about one thing though.

Bad friends.

I was really angry about bad friends. I can't lie, I had bad friends. Admittedly, that was my own damn fault because I chose to be friends with these people, but that's the truth. I had bad friends (repeating it is theraputic). They weren't always bad--in fact for a long time I was pretty sure that I had great friends--but most of them ended up being bad friends. Unfortunately that seems to be the way it goes. You make friends with people who you assume will be there for you and you all make plans to grow up and get married and live next door to one another, but of course it doesn't work out that way (which, after all, should probably be viewed as a good thing).

I'm sure that everyone has had one or more friends in their lifetime that were bad in one way or another, but looking back it seems as though I never caught a break (again, my own fault, and for reasons that have a lot to do with those two little words that describe me). If I was half as smart as I thought I was at the time, I would be singing a different tune for sure.

But isn't that what it's all about? Growing up, gaining knowledge, learning as you go...the usual cliches blah blah blah. I read my journal recently--the one that I'm still working on after starting in it more than three years ago--and then wrote about how much I've changed in just three short years. I'm pretty sure that in three more years I'll read my journal again and write another entry about how much I've changed and how (much more) stupid I used to be. That's how life is sup