Grades

School is like a giant zit. You just want to pop it and get rid of it.

But unfortunately it sits there on your face like a sign reading "I'm still here B@#CH!"

No matter how much you pop it, and empty the puss that fills the sack, the pimple on that face will fill right back up until the semester ends and the body of summer and no stress comes.

So what to do till it heals?

Keep popping. Don't let it build up too much, or it will become so big it kicks it's self out of school.

The power of God

I think it's amazing that I can dance through hail and get hit by only two pieces of hail.

How do you make someone love you?

You can't make someone love you. Even today, it's getting harder to make someone stay with you. The incentive is no longer there. The drive to make things work and not give up on this fragile aspect of life.

I'm honestly tired of looking for love. I can satisfy ALL of my desires with friends and "best" friends.

Why even look for one. I have a desire to share my feelings for one person who I care for deeply and never want to loose. I have fooled myself many times.

I can't find him.

Cars

I have been wanting to write about this topic for a while now, and the car that most interests me is the

1995 Camaro z28 T-tops Blue, preferably still stock. (but if I had one, I wouldn't complain)

This car is a symbol, one that is so relevant to today's America.

Most of which have reached almost retirement age... with over 160 thousand miles, the engines of these beasts are coming to an abrupt stop for most. The ingenuity is running out.

The country is in a land slide to foreign made cars and newer aerodynamics. It's sad really how such beauty can go to the dumps.

The whole idea and body and make up could describe the American innovation. The aerodynamics of the car represent the time defying awe and beauty that still lasts today.

The treads seem to have lost there umph and the drive train has over driven it's 100 thousand mile warranty. Possibly suggesting that our idea of "being the best" is 60 thousand miles over a new American idea that needed to be checked then and replaced with a new one. Maybe Washington should find a new American Camaro to replace the beautiful legacy instead of letting its spirit die.

A little confused

I don't know whether to strip my bed and start packing or just relaxing on this break.

Seems like relaxing is getting me into trouble. So packing it is. I will pack for school, working on clothes all week, packing homework, start first thing now, and finally

Pack to move. Looks like gigs up and the loser is the one who lets this whole thing ruin their lives first. I caved the minute the word fell from my mothers lips. Looks like I'm the loser don't it?

Don't know what I'll need so a spot in granny's basement is calling my name... Don't wanna come home in three weeks to find my stuff ruined, broken, or missing... I atleast need to get my personal items that mean the most to me out of this emotional wreck of a family's reach.

Let the dust settle, and see what remains. what ties to my past, what friendships lasted like the flag that was still there.

My constant struggle to be the good guy.

Wow, what a shitty day. I'm so done with the whole divorce thing...

boring...

honestly there's less tension at granny's for goodness sake. I know what it's like to be on the hurt end of a relationship... trust me, It's not easy. {for all who don't know sometimes it can get a little hairy at granny's... (O the aggravation) but it comes no where near close to the drama.}

 I tell Sarah,my sister, that me and Christa and mom and them were going to see Harry Potter (number 6, I believe) so everyone would know where we were. Apparently word didn't make it past her ears.

So anger built and tension rose, but for no reason. We honest to goodness were just in a small miss communication error. Sitting peacefully in a theater with 20 other Harry Ron and Hermione fans just waiting for the plot of revenge that was stewing at home without us even knowing.

Tail bones

I have a tail bone... It likes to make itself known every once and a while. Now that I think about it we all have one and mine just happens to be making itself known to me in the form of unbearable pain that has left me nearly bed-stricken for the rest of the evening. I have been music deprived for nearly three days and it SUCKS!!!!! What a way to start off Spring break, yeah?  Nonetheless, I'm thankful for my good friends that bring me food and offer to clean up my messes. Where would I be without them? Oh I know... right where I am now, stuck in the bed and in utter pain, but maybe it'll get better or maybe it won't. All in all, I will try to bear through it, carrying my aching tail bone with me. So on the topic of tail bones, how is yours?

It serves no purpose but as a reminder that we are all humans from time to time.

Reading

Someone once told me that you become a better reader by reading.

"How?" is all I could say, how could someone become a better reader by reading... didn't make that much sense to me. Until I realized that reading is just like riding a bike or flying a kite or anything that you get better with practice.

It seems like reading would just come to you, like you would one day just go "poof" and you could read for hours and finish multiple books because your IQ just magically increased. Well I'm here to say that reading is just like any other sport or piano, it's a tool that with sharpening, can cut the air.

I challenged myself to this, I read and read, and I have been reading much faster, and with much more ease, I don't know why reading perfects reading, but the phenomenon still occurs.

For me it was like, " you have an hour and you need to read four chapters. so I had to learn to read, and retain, and it took a while. but I made it."

The power of Life

We would all love to see a day when we can do what we never could before...

For me that day was today, I made new friends and lived for me... I made my own way and didn't live for someone else. Why would we want to live for someone else anyway? They always let us down. They never put the same amount of effort into you as you do them. So I challenge all those clingies to be a little less clingy tomorrow.

My heart

How can I feel so much for nothing... literally? I feel the world for a persona I portray on someone else... It's really sad. Why can't this persona stay?

Is it creepy to want to love something that is bigger than one person? Why can't the other person love too? why does it seem like I always have to be the only one to bend at all?

Do they not understand that my heart breaks after all the constant bending? It is worn and stretched too far, over used and under appreciated.

Men

Does anyone fully understand Men? I know that I don't. I am a Man and I still don't get me sometimes. I feel as thought I am the break through of the barrier of Man vs Woman. I.E. the tape from the break-up... It looks so innocent, and very worn from the movement of the sheets... the one thing that connects his world with hers... and how it still manages to function is crazy. I can be easily worn down, and tired from thinking with both perspectives.

Thinking like a Woman is logical. Thinking like a Man is easy. Is either one better? No, just different. Is either one hard to understand? No.

It's when you cross the two, things get hairy. Either brushes fly across the room, or during sleep his chest is waxed.

Most Men or Women can not see the respective opposites (if you will) point of view. In the world a lot of us want to keep it this way.

I am living proof it's not going to.

Million Dollar Jackpot

Who wouldn't love to win the lottery? The question most asked is "what would you buy first?" I'm here to tell you that this answer is never preordained by our selves. We may daydream about what we want but chances are this isn't our first purchase.

I guess what the true question should be, is if you could get anything in the world that you wanted with money, what would it be?

Even this question is not a good one, because there is always an asshole or two who'd say "world domination" or Asia. Laugh out loud.

So to refine it one more time, the question should be, What material possession do you value most?

When I stop to think about it, I value a LOT of objects in my life. I may value the helicopter, or the jet, or the home greatly when it comes to possession, but when it comes down to it, I need more than a car to live.

When someone talks about the quality at which one lives, he or she is referring to the quality and style of all the tools of life which one person comes in contact with collectively.

When someone asks me what would I buy first, I think, "what purchase would make my quality of life increase the most?"

For most, quality of life is what makes them look good in society. For me, this is what would make me happier and at the same time better off in life.

So the next time someone asks you, what would be the first thing you'd buy, think about your Wal-mart list, and what's most important on there.

Candles

We sit on a shelf and crack, retaining the essence that was put into the glass or metal jar that contains the wax which with flame changes form to burn off in a Chemical Reaction. I wait for the life of the welder to spark the love between hand and life. As the first contact of the new found flame touches my wick and starts to boil from the start of combustion, tip downward, my heart from then on can no longer burn that minute piece of my essence.

Many candles would agree, that once touched with flame you never want to burn out. That the love of the welder will live on as the flame grows and slows.

Sadly, the candle is sometimes put out by the welder, and stored. Either to one day be lite again, or to be sold to a new welder, or eventually found in the garbage. The candles all agree that it is better to be lite once and put out, than to have never been lite at all.

Nail Polish

How can you ware finger nail polish? It's a scar on the nail or a crack in the skin that makes us cover it up. Is nail polish really one of those tools for matching your outfit? Or is it to hide something? Something you don't want anyone to see?

It's pretty. We like the look of it. All the multiple color choices, elude to the personalities they represent. Why do we need color to represent our personalities? Maybe it's the fact It can't represent itself just as connecting concepts in writing can't connect with out a metaphor, nail polish is a form of communication through an external channel.

Dancing is a dream reality

Dancing is a Dream Reality.

When I think of dreams I think of a beautiful sunset, or some happy thing I've always wanted. Dreams are just that, made up, not real. Dreams are your mind supplying the need for happiness that society as a whole can't give you. You look at the happiest man alive, and they will have no dreams? or will they still be wanting more?

Dancing is a Dream Reality?

Can you dream awake? With out even realizing it, we dream all day long. Day-dreaming. Dreaming of what we wish our future will hold, reading a fortune cookie, fantasizing a million dollar jackpot win. These are all made up realities of what we really want.

So is it safe to say that Dreaming is wanting what you don't have? The problem is, when we dream asleep, we some times dream of death.

Alas, the word Dream now has two very distinct meanings. A mind induced persona during the shallow stages of sleep. And the desire for what we don't have but desperately want both awake and during sleep.

Some times these two ideal definitions cross. When they do, some people can make their wildest dreams come true. Really get into what their heart desires, for some, this could be flying as high as an airplane like a witch with a broom would, except arms spread and legs straight back.

Dancing is a Dream Reality!

When I say Dream Reality, I mean what? We know what Dream means now, and Reality is the state of being real, or tangible. (reachable more or less) So I am simply put, making my Dreams come true.

The word A is a very informative word. It describes in one letter, that the described is one, or single. A can mean  "one example of". Substitute "one example of" with A and you get:

Dancing is One Example of Dream Reality.

Dance. Movement. Instantaneous change in motion. The curves of your body extenuated and then retracted in the rhythm. Free of all judgment, release of tension, and the will of  it all forms what people like to see. The attract-ability that comes from your movements is fuel to the watchful eyes of onlookers. I'd almost call it a drug, at least for me.

Dancing is a Dream Reality.