Friday Night Blast

So, I was actually out on the town all day with a few of my friends, I had no time to actually work on Part Three... Or at least make any significant progress. I woke up late and left the house at around noon to spend time with my cousin and my best friend. We drove to a coffee shop, I had some Spicy Hot Chocolate, I thought it would be more like spiced hot chocolate rather than "Burn you mouth Spicy" Hot Chocolate. It was the latter. I couldn't finish it either, it was so spicy and so rich that I didn't drink it all. After the coffee we visited the local mall and spent a few hours over there. We ran into some friends and stopped to chat but then continued on. It was actually surprising, rather than visiting gaming stores or food places, we stopped at the clothing stores and the electronics kiosks. After we left the mall we went over to the Best Buy down the road. I stopped to look at some Turtle Beach Headsets and some kid, that I assume had no life, friends, or sense of hygiene, stopped me and pulled me over to some weird off-brand headsets. Being the nice guy I am, I listened to him tell me all the specs (Honestly I didn't care, I wasn't really looking to buy anything anyway) and he droned on for about fifteen minutes. I had lost my group in that time so I stepped aside after he was done and I called them. They were walking around the store looking for me too. We met up at the phone section and then went to scope out some of the laptops, specifically Macs. After talking about the macs with one of the workers we continued with our adventure around the local area. We decided to hop into the car and just driver wherever. Our next stop was at my lovely friend, Katie's home. We stopped by for what we thought would be a quick chat but that turned into a gossip-fest in the dinning room with Sarah playing Sims on the PC. We made plans to go out for dinner with them at about four and we stayed for another hour or so. Around four fifteen we actually realized how hard it was to chose one place to eat for dinner and on top of that during the Friday Night Dinner Rush. We ended up choosing Pizza Hut for the buffet and thanks to Apple Map's amazing directions, it took us ten minutes longer than it should have. Dinner passed and we said our goodbyes after making plans for the summer. We took my cousin home after we skulked around a neighborhood. After the skulking was done we actually got invited to a "Mini-Party" consisting of Me, Brandon, Anne, and Amy. We hung out at Amy's place for a few hours and half watched Ted, we were all too busy having fun and talking about things. Specifically, we mentioned how our New Years Plans were falling through. We had to decide on a new place to throw the party and how much trouble we might get in, eventually we settled on an agreement and left it at that. We played some games, one called "Ha Ha" and it was ridiculous, and one called Four-man pushup. Obviously Four-man pushup is exactly as it sounds but Ha Ha was different. You lay down in a line with someone's head on your belly than one person starts by saying Ha Ha, then it continues on through the line and if you actually laugh you lose the game. It was a fun night, I'm not exactly sure how it ended but Brandon and I left around ten thirty. I got home and fell asleep as soon as I got into my bed. It was a pretty awesome night.

I Mean it This Time

Okay, guys I'm really sorry, I've said I was going to finish that story I wrote, Part One and Part Two. I know I've said I was actually going to work on Part Three way back in the past. Honestly I haven't touched them, whatever I said about having it written down or something, it was a lie. Nothing has been set in stone for part three, I've been thinking of ideas and I've been living some of the great thoughts for it, I really am going to try and write a little of it tomorrow. I am on break from my studies so I do have time. Again, I'm really sorry that I haven't update the story yet, I actually do like it and I'm disappointed in myself for not doing it. 'Til next time guys, bye!

It's Been a While

It took me more than half the year to get over a breakup and I know there are plenty of guys and girls out there that have gone through this same thing, maybe for less time, maybe for more, but I have some things to say.

Unfortunately no matter how positive and loving you are, it doesn't guarantee the other person will love you in return or that the relationship will work out.
You're going to experience pain. You can let it lead you to anger or stress or bitterness...Or you can let it lead you to growth. It's your choice.
Breakups can leave us feeling abandoned, rejected, inadequate, and unwanted. No matter how bad someone else hurts you, NEVER cause physical harm to yourself.
Second chances should be reserved for the remorseful and those who show how sorry they are with actions.
The best cure for a broken heart is the one none of us wants to hear. Time.

So on that note guys, I leave you to let you make your own decisions and decide your life. Live free and be happy with who you are, there's no one to impress but yourself.

I'm back!

Hey guys, it's been nearly two months since I've posted anything on here, in fact, I think it's been over two months. I just wanted to say that I'm still here, and alive, maybe not well, but still here. I've had plenty of changes happen to me during the past few months and I may or may not start blogging about them for different reasons.

1.) They are interesting stories, and I'm fairly certain you'd want to read about it.
2.) While they are interesting, they are very personal, most of them involving women.
3.) Some of them may not be "Safe" to post about on the internet because they relate to my job.
4.) I don't want some girl coming up to me one day and yelling at me for something I said through this blog, It's happened before (shout out to you if you know who you are.)
5.) I don't want to ruin my own relationships with friends and family with this blog.

But guys, generally I am back, I will talk about the interesting things that have happened to me, some good, some bad, some horrible, and some fantastic, but don't expect anything raunchy or racy, those are for me and only me.

Following

If I was following your blog and you haven't posted anything in a long while, then I just stopped following it. Don't take it personally, I just don't want to see the same damn blog post every time I log into blogger. I stopped following quite a few people tonight, there are a few blogs that I think might keep posting because they haven't said whether they were ceasing the blogging or not. Again, to anyone I was following, don't take it personally, you just weren't fulfilling your duty to blogging.

So Many Thoughts

Recently I've just been having so many ideas and thoughts about ways to continue my story (Part One, Part Two). I may just have to keep writing them.

Long Walk Home

I walked maybe half a mile tonight, it was pretty dark, there was fog everywhere, and the music I was listening to didn't make it any more soothing. Have you ever seen one of those cliche zombie movies when the zombies start coming through fog or mist one by one until it amounts to an army of undead? That's what I thought about tonight. Imagine it being pitch black, the only lights you have are from the lamp posts spaced about one-hundred yards apart, and the occasional car lighting up the fog with it's head lights. On top of that, imagine this song playing in the background (Link). In English we are reading a book about making a deal with the devil so that didn't help either. Honestly I wasn't really that creeped out by it. I am confident in my ability to fight, even though I do not approve of physical violence (with some exceptions), so if anyone had jumped out at me I could have maneuvered well enough to either get away or fight back. It was an interesting walk and I'm running some psychological tests on myself tonight to try and give myself nightmares. Hoping for a really scary one, wish me luck!

Pic Tips

I have two tips for the ladies out there regarding taking pictures. When someone asks you to pose for them, don't be afraid to pose. Pictures are supposed to be fun. Unless the photographer is asking you to do something past your boundaries, there is no reason not to model. My second tip is that when you are having your pictures take, don't be afraid to go crazy. Have fun with it because they're your pictures. When you pose for them try arching your back, it pushes out your chest and seemingly makes you more attractive. Pictures are fun so don't be a little girl about it and hide behind something when you're asked to pose.

What... -_- (Update)

I'm slowly starting to get my views back. Every few minutes a blog will suddenly jump from 0 views back to 500 or so views (Whatever the count was before today). I have three blogs left to spike though.

Crushed

Have you ever had your dreams crushed? No? It wouldn't surprise me if you didn't, having your dreams crushed makes you feel horrible, bad enough to kill yourself. Well I had my dreams crushed Friday. I guess I knew that my plans wouldn't work out but it took some harsh words from my parents to make me believe that I can't do it. Something I've been talking about for six years, something I've wanted to do. I made a promise to an inspiration in my life and I won't be able to fulfill it. It makes you fell like crap and it hurts while also leaving a harrible feeling in your gut. It's really a terrible feeling.

The List Before My Death

Also known as a bucket list, I've been making it for awhile, you know, just in case I happen to not have that much time left on this world (Hint Hint). An entire section of my bucket list is taken directly from a song I heard back in June. The song is called "I Know How To Say." by 3OH!3. It's basically a song about how the band is so famous that they don't have time to stay with one girl so they meet many on their travels across the world. I've taken the song and changed it a bit for my list by instead of not being able to have one girl, I stick with one girl and do these activities across the world with her. If you want to know what the activities are, you'll have to listen to the song.

What... -_-

So my pageviews on my blog reset themselves I guess. Everyone of my blogs is down to 0 page views aside from my Weekly Story which has one. I don't know why. It's sort of discouraging. Oh well. I've finally written part three of my story though, I may or may not type it in the next week or so, so don't forget to come check it out every once in a while.

Orientated

Today I had orientation for my new job. It was a simple two hour run down of things. Most of the time I was signing papers. It was a fun time, I got to meet some of the employees there, I got my uniform. Really great time. Something that sort of unsettled me though was ten minutes before my scheduled orientation. I was sitting in my car listening to Three Days Grace's new album (Transit of Venus,  go listen to it, I kid you not, it is amazing.) when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I didn't recognize the number but I picked it up anyway. Turns out, my application that I submitted to another steak house, a week previous to me getting called in for my interview at my current place of work, got to the manager and he decided to give me a call. He asked if I was still looking for employment and I had to turn him down. I feel bad about rejecting the offer but it happened. But remember, all of this happened a week after I submitted an application and ten minutes before my orientation for my new job. Wow.

Sunday

Sunday was a really fun day. I'd love to explain why but I don't have enough time right now while I'm sitting in my Band class. I probably won't write much more about it either, just know it was a good day to end a great weekend.

Late Night Talk

You know, I don't think I would have even thought about writting this blog had it not been for my friend calling me at eleven thirty. She and I had a talk, we discussed alot of things.A few things came to mind while we talked and I have a few personalized messages for each person. There are Three specific persons I need to talk to.

I've never held you in contempt, never truly been mad, never truly hated you. I've only worked to make you happy and I know that I can but you don't. I've been told so many things about you, good and bad. sometimes I draw inspirtation from them and sometimes they hurt but I don't believe them. I let them stay as they are, petty rumors, because I won't beilieve it unless I hear it from you. You need time to grow, to learn, I understand that about you and you'll always have time to do so. It's only you holding yourself back, you do so many things and spread yourself so thin, you really have an amazing aptitude for such but I know I'm not the only one that wishes you would just slow down and enjoy what you have while you have it. I don't blame you for anything that has happened, I don't hate you, I don't want to see you exhaust yourself in your prime. If you do read this, please take it easy, you really deserve some time to relax.

You and I talk, we talked a little ways back about relationships. I don't know what's happened between you two but I'm glad you're being friends. Honestly, the same won't happen for me. You two broke up and I had no idea who was at fault and now I still don't. I don't want to know because I shouldn't ever think like that. No one should be at fault for drifting apart. I'm glad you still talk to him, you're beautiful, you're funny, you're smart, and best of all, you're amazing. I feel as though you and I have a connection in such a way that we understand why bad things happen. You and I learned things about each other, granted a few things were... less wanted than others... we still told each other. If it doesn't work out for you then you shouldn't blame yourself. Be happy for what you had but move on because you will find someone better.

This will be my last note. It is to the second most important person in my life.

Listen, you've been amazing all your life. Don't listen to anything anyone says about you because more times than not, they are lies. Love life, live life, stay happy. You don't need anyone else in your life because you compliment yourself just perfectly. Please stay happy and please don't beat yourself up over the past. You have an amazing family that loves you, your brothers may bother you sometimes but they will always love you. You've suffered some pretty harsh blows in the past year, just like me, but we've both overcome. I'd say we're pretty perfectly matched in the hands that we've been dealt, I'm just more thoughtful. When you read this, because I know you will, I want you to know that you are loved. Maybe not by who you want to love you but you are always loved, by family and friends. You will always have others to count on and help you. Don't beat yourself up over the past, keep calm and carry on.

To the three people I addressed, I know it is somewhat generic in each note but there are subtle differences that keep them specialized just for you. Please take the time to think about what I've said because it came from not only my mind but also my heart, these notes, this advice, it's all what I believe. I take myself for granted, I've been told I give great advice to others but when it comes to me, I never listen, I always jump to conclusions. Take everything you have for granted and you'll end up unhappy. Stay young, live free, and be happy because there is always someone out there that loves you.

Part Three (Information)

I will not be continuing this for a while. I'm sorry but I don't have the drive to write much about it. I contemplated killing off some characters to simplify the story, I even thought about finishing it in part three but decided no one would like that and I wouldn't feel accomplished. Maybe in a year when I'm reading through my blogs I'll find this and continue it but as of right now, my plans for this are shelved.

Deviants

I was going through my old Deviant art account and read some of the stories I had on there. It's actually funny. I had been complaining about love before I knew what it was. Ten months before I had an actual relationship I was complaining about love. Sometimes you should go and look at some of your old accounts, journals, blogs, pictures, anything that have defined who you are. It's amazing what you'll find.

Happy School Day End

In photography class, I had finished all of my homework. I turned in all my assignments, had everything grade, all of that good stuff. I was sitting in the room listening to my ipod when I felt my phone vibrate. I received an email from one of my favorite bands newsletters stating that they would be streaming thier entire album a week before its release date. With half an hour left in class, I opened my laptop and started listening. I'm saying now that come October second, I will be getting that album.

The Upsides of Singularity

Singularity as being single, not some sort of physics so don't get worried. I've had time to grow out my facial hair. I don't need to shave it for anyone. Now that I'm single, there's no reason for me to shave. My room is always a mess now, I have plenty of time to clean it but what's the point? It's just going to get dirty again and no one comes to my room so really I don't touch anything. Having a lot of free time can be an up or a down. I like it because I have more time to run, jog, walk... just exercise in general. I hate it because after I'm done with my exercise, I have so much free time that there's nothing left to do. I'm not saying I'm enjoying the single life, but I'm also not saying that I hate it. There are ups and downs and right now I'm living with it, trying to spend my time as wisely as I can.

Just Some Fun

So I went to my Saturday Update Blog to update it and this is what I found.

Apparently you can have half a view... My blog hasn't been seen for over a week... Someone is getting to my blog from YouTube... And the top triffic site for my blog is a porn website. (I went to the link, I don't watch porn.)

A Big Thank You

So, if you didn't know this, my entire blogging persona started in my English class while I was trying to write a paper. Instead of working on my essay, I started ranting. That started my Rants blog effectively leading me to create more and more blogs. The point of this post is to say that I appreciate everyone that has read my blogs, stayed with me while I created more, and anticipate my new blogs. I really didn't think that my blog would be getting more than a few page views every month but I'm starting to get over a hundred for each blog monthly. Just so everyone knows, I have not forgotten about my Rants blog, in fact I have four or five rants in line to type, they're all notes on my desktop but I have yet to type them out and elaborate. Again, thank you all for staying with me over the past months and reading, I think we all gain when we can collect other's opinions on separate topics.

Recent Happenings

I have not posted in this blog for a while. It's not that I have been ignoring it, I just haven't written anything that I feel is good enough to be put in here, for the past few days I've written little blog entries and I've made small snipets of stories but I haven't published them, they're there on my blog page, just not out to the public yet. They may never be, who knows. Anyway, to anyone wondering, I've been hanging around with this girl and we're becoming really close friends, I don't know if I feel anything more than friendship at this moment though. I've been upset as well though, mostly because of people, or maybe just one specific person. I've found a way to deal with it though, when I'm upset or in the wrong, I take a walk and I tell myself that I am not allowed to walk back into that house until I am completely fine and whatever was on my mind is bothering me no more. The longest I've had to do this was around three hours and fifteen minutes so it may take a few hours and a few miles as well, at least I'm getting more excercise in though. I got the idea from this girl I know, so, thanks Carly! I guess that wraps up my days off, I'll be back to post more soon!

Trust Issues

I'm just going to be open about it because I need to express how I feel. A few weeks ago, I was dumped, at first I guess everything was okay but it just started to get hard to handle for me. She and I shared a locker and I decided that I shouldn't hinder her or hurt myself by staying so I moved out and I havent talked to her since. It's hard to just drop your feelings for someone no matter how many people tell you to or how bad someone says things are. Thursday of last week I was asked to tag along with her family one day and I didn't give a straight answer because I didn't know how she felt, whether she wanted me around or not, or if she hates me. I waited for her invitation but it never happened. It isn't helping but I'm still waiting for her, I've been asked on three dates since and I've turned them all down, not because I don't like the girls, but because I'm still waiting.

Jealous Minds Wander

Jealousy isn't good for anything, it's hateful and puts your mind in a state of contempt. I have been jealous in the past, actually very recently, and it's never helped me. Holding in your jealousy does nothing for you and neither does letting others know of it. It wasn't until about ten 'O' clock tonight that I realized, being mad, being jealous, and holding onto the past isn't helping me in any way, shape, or form... So I've decided to let it go. To everyone I've ever held contempt for, ever been mad at, and/or jealous of, you're off the hook. There is no need to hate others or hold grudges for anything.

Invitations

When I'm invited to go hang out or do something with someone, I want the person in charge of the event to invite me. If a friend invites me to hang out with another friend or go do some sort of activity, I won't answer or if I do it will be a very vague answer that can't be interpreted as a yes or no. If I want to do something with someone, I want to make sure everyone is comfortable around me, or that I'm comfortable around everyone else. Usually it's just my sense of right and wrong, understanding that I shouldn't invite myself over.

Chalk Outline

I've been cursed, I've been crossed, I've been beaten by the ones that help me up. I've been cut, I've been opened up, I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved. You left me here like a chalk outline, on the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away. You keep coming back to the scene of the crime, but the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway. All you left behind is a chalk outline. I've been cold in the crypt, but not as the cold as the words across your lips. You'll be sorry baby some day when you reach across the bed where my body used to lay

Ours

Elevator buttons and morning air, stranger's silence makes me wanna take the stairs. If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares but right now, my time is theirs. Seems like there's always someone who disapproves. They'll judge it like they know about me and you and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do, the jury's out, but my choice is you. So don't you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine and life makes love look hard. The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours.

One Quote

I read a line today about love. It goes, "Life tears you apart but love brings you back together." As much as I want this to be true, in most cases, it's not. Plain and simple, small things can ruin relationships, even some of the best. I've seen some wonderful couples destroy everything they built together because of a few small problems. I've dealt with problems just the same. It's never ended in such a way that both of us are happy. So, I'd like to impose my place as a writer and add a little something extra to the above quotation. Life tears you apart, Love can bring you back together, but the smallest of actions can rip you to shreds.

Part Two

Kiya and I are on the deck out front of the campers cabin, holding hands. We give each other a quick kiss and let our hands drop from the others grasp. I hear the kid's excited voices through the thin wood door. It's a melting pot of voices and subjects, I hear a few of the campers speculating about the game we're playing tonight while some of the others are talking about their friends and family back home. I open the door as quick as I can to surprise the kids and yell "Who's ready for dinner!?" My voice quickly fills the cabin as the two campers on the bed jump up, obviously frightened by my surprise check up.

I turn around and walk out the cabin before anyone has a chance to respond. This has been the regular greeting since the start of camp so they all understand what's happening. Each one falls into line behind me and starts a mock march. Knees high, chests out, chins up. As the last camper exits the cabin, Kiya falls in behind him finishing up the line. We all walk through the camp chanting our Cabin's initials. "K.B, K.B, K.B!"

We're all greeted by the sounds of the other cabins closing in from behind us, chanting their cabin initials as well. My ears are met with the voices of many hungry campers from three different cabins, D.J, G.J, and E.B. The cabins are named after the governing counselors of the cabin, Cabin Kiya-Brandon, Cabin Danny-J-Rod, Cabin Gabby-Jared, and Cabin Emily-Bailie. Each line of campers makes their way to the center of the camp, marked by the five camp flags, one for each cabin, and a flag for the camp. 

The rest of the counselors and I make our way to our respective flags and stand in front of the pole with our cabins in line directly in front of us. Danny, Jared, Emily, and I slowly walk up and stand together in front of the camp flag. Danny takes a deep breath, preparing for his nightly yell. "Good evening cabins! How are we doing tonight!?" 

A reply of voices answers his call with mixed reactions, good, amazing, and peachy among others.

I step forward and shout to the kids, "For dinner tonight, we're having breakfast! Eggs, and pancakes, and bacon, and orange juice!"

Excited cheers and disgruntled moans come from the large crowd of campers, obvious mixed reactions about tonight's menu.

"And for dessert..." I give the kids a few seconds to get ready for my finishing statement, "we are having Fire-Cakes!" 

Every single camper shouts back a return of excitement and approval. Fire-Cakes are round disks of red velvet cake that the counselors bake over an open flame. The cakes never turn out uniform but they all taste delicious no matter what. It's sort of a camp specialty.

Jared steps forward as I step back in line with the other three counselors. "We have a great activity that everyone will be able to participate in, and I mean everyone, tonight after dinner. Your counselors will come and get you in your cabins when everything is ready. We expect to see each and every one of you there, it'll be a night to remember!" 

Finally, Jared steps back and Emily steps up. She puts her hands around her mouth to try and amplify her small voice, she takes a deep breathe and shouts, "Dinner is open! Everyone into the hall!"

At that command, the kids rush into the mess hall like a wave crashing on the beach. The counselors stick behind to meet up. After we have all assembled outside the hall we get into a group huddle and have a private meeting.
Danny starts. "Good luck tonight guys, gals, may the best cabin win."

"Thanks Danny, but our cabin doesn't need luck, we have pure skill on our side." Interrupts Jared.

"Yeah, just like the time you said you had skill, climbed a tree, and then fell out." Emily replies.

Noticing that we're getting sidetracked I step in. "Alright, we all know the rules, we're going to repeat them to the kids, give them the directions. No help from the counselors, alright?"

I get a mixture of grunts and agreements. We all put our hands in the middle as Danny shouts "1...! 2...! 3...!"

We all answer him by throwing our hands up and yelling "Whoop, whoop, whoop!" It's been our meeting send off for the past two years. After splitting up, we all take our time getting into the mess hall. Kiya and I walk in together and sit down at the end of our table, a look of concern and intensity on our faces. We look at our campers and say in unison, "Bring your A game tonight, we're going to win this."

Part One

"You don't want to do this man." I say jokingly.
"I don't know, I mean, it's pretty tempting... What do you guys think?" Danny turns his back on me to face the kids, "Jury? What is the verdict?"
The kids all scream back in unison "Guilty! Send him to the bottom!" with the occasional "No! Don't do it!" contradicting the laughter and giggling.
Danny turns back around, facing me now, and says with an expression of mock sorrow "Sorry man, I gotta' please the court." as he proceeds to step closer.
"C'mon Danny, don't do this, please let me go, it'll never happen again." I plead with sarcasm.
Danny, stepping ever so closer, plants his foot on the dock, outstretched both his arms and makes contact with my chest, pushing me in to the lake. I grab him at the last second by his wrist and pull him in too. We both tip over the dock and fall into the warm lake water while the kids shout and scream in fake terror.
The lake itself isn't that deep but we both put on a show for the kids, thrashing around and spitting out water, pretending to be in trouble. Danny and I climb over ourselves trying to get a better position in the water. The entire time I'm hearing the kids yell to Danny, "Take him down! Make him pay!"
After a few more minutes of putting on a show, I finally accept defeat and let myself fall to the lake bed.
Danny stands up in the shallow water, the lake is only about up to his knees, and throws his arms above his head and yells, "I am the Master Commander!"
I swim to the surface and get some air before I answer his shout in a humorous manner. "Good game man, next time maybe we can switch it up and I take you down."
"Next time maybe you won't get caught stealing our flag, huh?" He laughs.
"Alright fair enough, wanna' go get me towel then? Make yourself useful and whatnot?"
"Sure man, be right back."
I make my way to shore and climb out of the water with my shoulders slumped and my head down in mock defeat. A few of the kids and other counselors are waiting for me under a tree. I notice Jared hanging out with Gabby at a picnic table to my right, holding hands with their faces inches apart, no doubt thinking about kissing. I shout over to them, "Get a room you two!" and Jared replies by waving his hand at me, completely blowing off my comment.
I reach the tree and sit down between Kiya and Bailie, trying to dry off as much as possible while still getting them soaking wet. As soon as I sit down they both jump up and Kiya jokes with me, "Hey! Go dry off! No reason getting both of us wet you jerk!" a smile creased into her face.
I walk over to the kids and shake off some of the remaining droplets of water from myself getting them wet too. They all cover their faces with their hands trying as much as possible to keep from getting soaked. Off in the distance I see Danny walking up with a towel, I start running to him but turn my head back and say to the kids, "Dinner's at Six 'O' Clock, don't forget, we're playing a game afterwards so be ready!" and continue my jog to Danny.
We both greet each other by extending our right hands and forcefully grabbing the others hand with a vigorous handshake. "So, how was it?" I ask.
"The kids loved it, they're back in the cabin still excited about the whole thing."
"Great! Thanks for the towel, how much time until dinner, Danny?"
"We've got about an hour until Six so go dry off and have some relaxing time man."
"Alright sounds good. See you at dinner then!" I say and instantly turn back and run to Kiya, towel around my shoulders. It's obvious that I haven't even made an attempt to dry off so she reaches out in front over her with both arms trying to stop me. I duck to the right and pick her up by the waist and spin her around with a hug.
"Brandon! Put me down! You're getting me wet!" She says. I put her down but still hold her in my hug. We're both smiling at each other. "You really should dry off, we've only got about an hour before we have to be at the mess hall." she says.
"You're probably right." I reply while swinging the towel off my shoulders to wipe myself dry. "You ready for tonight?" I ask.
Having had time, she sat back down underneath the tree, "You know it! Danny and J-Rod's cabin are going down!" she yells enthusiastically, loud enough for Danny to hear.
I hear an answer from behind me and know who it's from as soon as it hits my ears, "You two don't stand a chance tonight!" Danny obviously wanted to get the last laugh with that.
I chuckle and continue drying myself. When I feel that I've done enough, I ask Kiya to come check me out, just to make sure I didn't leave any wet patches. She confirms that I am all dry but points out how wrinkly my clothes are now. We both walk to our cabin to get a change of clothes for me. She waits out front on the deck while I change in private. I pull on my nice shorts and A Day To Remember t-shirt. After I'm dressed I slip out the side window and follow the deck up to the front, ready to scare Kiya. To my surprise she isn't there. I stand there with a puzzled expression plastered on my face and feel two hands grab at my sides. I jump up and scream loud enough for the whole camp to hear. I turn around and find Kiya rolling around laughing on the ground, holding her sides and kicking her feet.
"You're so funny." I say, a little distaste in my tone.
"Sorry, I knew you'd try that again so I snuck around while you were dressing. That scream made my entire night though!" she says.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's just go before we get caught up with the campers."
Kiya and I sneak off to the other side of the lake. Last year we found a little clearing in the woods and that's been out hang out place ever since. She and I just sit there in silence looking up at the clouds passing by. After about half an hour, she sits up and says, "We should probably get going, don't want to be late to dinner!" She stands up and offers her hand to me. I take it and she pulls a little while I do most of the work getting myself up. I stand in front of her, smile, and give her a quick peck in the cheek before we start heading off to our cabin to pick up our campers.

The King's Curse

And his hopes and dreams were crushed under the harsh boot of reality, for he realized that he could never be loved back by the one he so desires. She killed him and insulted him, destroying his morale, leaving him completely dead inside, and now all he wants to do is get away from it all. How foolish he was, the fairytales he was told of, the prince he so badly wanted to be, could not be true, and were just false realities. He sets himself down, waiting to feel better, hoping that he will be purified of his feelings soon, but knowing that he shall never be free of his curse, for he cannot go without loving, loving too much. Damned to walk the surface, never being with her, his princess, the curse that keeps him from happiness but keeps others so happy. He loves too much but is so easily hurt. On his throne he whispers to his mirror, "I wish to die. Make it so." but to no avail, the mirror staying as inanimate as ever, said nothing back nor acted in any manor otherwise. Louder he states, "I wish to die. Make it so." to an empty room, no one around to hear, especially not the one he craves. Screaming now, "I wish to die! Make it so!" he unsheathes his dagger, passed down from his father, and his father before that, and plunges it into his abdomen, knowing the pain of heartbreak, nothing worse could be done to him, this wound was nothing compared to his curse and he welcomed the warm trickling feeling of his own life. He rips the dagger from himself and plunges it deep into his chest, missing his heart by just a finger's length. Screaming through the pain, the pain of never being loved by the one he loves, he pulled his dagger once more, for the final time, and drove it straight through his heart. If he could not be loved then no one could be loved by him, for his curse, while making others happy, killed him more and more every day. He loved too much and was always hurt. The king has taken his life.

The King's Curse

"I wish to die! Make it so!"

"...for the final time, and drove it straight through his heart. "

"The king has taken his life."

The King's Curse

Over And Over

Tonight I made special enchiladas for dinner and they smelled pretty good. I only had some Enchilada Sauce, Cheese, and Chicken in them but they still count as enchaladas. Anyway, I take my first bite, expecting to taste a delicious blend of foods and cultures. No, it tasted like crap. After a few minutes of sitting next to it this ridiculous idea popped into my mind. "What if it tastes better now?" as if something would actively make it better. So I took another bite. No, still crap. It happened again two more times. I don't know why but I kept thinking that maybe it would taste better the next time I tried it. It's sitting right next to me on a plate waiting for me to eat it some more but I don't want to. You will tempt me no longer you Enchilada.

My New Blog

If you haven't already, go check out my newest blog titled "My Art". It's a gallery of many pictures I've made on my school provided laptop. It will eventually become my Photo gallery as well when I get back into the habit of taking photos. So please take the time to go check them out and send me feedback, leave a comment, maybe share it with some friends.

Today Is Terrible

I'm exhausted. All week I've been sick. I had to sit with my family and watch things that I do not approve of, things that I don't want to see, but they happened anyway. What I thought was a cold has gotten worse, after coming home from eating out, I went upstairs to fall asleep, because I want this day to be over, but instead of listening to music and falling asleep, my body took a turn for the worse. I ran to the bathroom and got sick. I was there for maybe an hour. Getting sick with a sore throat does not feel good, it felt like I was being stabbed by thousands of pins in my esophagus. I finally got up when I thought I could hold it back, after standing up my eyes glazed over and I fell back and hit my head on the wall. Not only do I have a burning throat, arthritis aching wrists, and the worst headache I've ever had, but now I have a lump on the back of my cranium. Mom calls it a goose egg, thanks for the boost mom... I want this day to be over, so much, it's been nothing but trouble.

My New Motto

I made this picture fairly quickly in Microsoft Paint, don't hate the quality because I really like it.

Blog it Out

Bring On The Blogs

Here come more rants... I honestly forgot how much I dislike people. Once again school, you have shown me how bad the human population really is...

Job Hunting

Today I turned in my first application for a job in a while. It's been at least three months since I've applied anywhere so I'm hoping I'll be getting a few phone calls within the next week or two. I picked up a few more applications elsewhere and I plan on handing those in tomorrow.

School

However soon it may start up again for others, it always happens. Maybe tomorrow, maybe a week, maybe you're out of school. One question is always asked a million times and more. "Are you ready for school?" The only time anyone should ever say no to that question is if they're in kindergarten and have not gone to school in before. Having a year of experience is good enough to be ready every year of your life, stop complaining about it. School for me starts tomorrow and honestly I'm not nervous, not in the least bit. I'm ready for it and I've been ready for a while. With school starting soon though, I'll be kept busy and won't be able to update my blogs as often.

Problematic Repetition.

I keep doing it, I keep making myself feel worse and worse. I can't "Un-see" things, as it's put today, and the things I see are nauseiating. I honestly hate myself right now and don't want to do anything. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that never goes away, it won't leave me alone no matter what, when I'm having fun, I'm just distracting myself from it, when I acknowledge it, I feel worse. It's like a demon inside me, slowly killing me, waiting for that moment to kill me. Sometimes I'd rather let it do whatever while I just lie down and sleep out the pain, the anger, the rage, the fury, the uncontrollable torment. It's unbearable. I want someone to help me but I can't ask, no one understand what I understand, no one knows what I know.

Taking a Break

Recently I deactivated my facebook account. Honestly I felt as though I was spending too much time on facebook and wasn't being as active as I should have been. I don't think I need facebook so now I don't have one.

"Here" Is Not Worth It

Sometimes, I just want to leave. You can't solve every problem. Sometimes it is better to run. I don't want to stay here, it's hard to deal with all of my stress, all of my problems, all of the hate. I have friends and family, I love them, but it's just not always worth it to be around them. So much stress has been handed to me and I don't like it. I've been having to make hard decisions, I've been having to ask for help, I don't want to do it. Staying here isn't worth the trouble.

Accidentally On Purpose

Have you ever done something to put yourself in an even worse mood then you were already in? I do this all of the time. I'll be mad at one little thing one minute and then completely pissed off at the world the next. I know I do this on purpose, I know that what I'm about to do won't help me in anyway and in fact will just hurt me. Sometimes it's for the best, it wakes me up to what's really happening. I don't think any of us actually do these sort of things on accident, we all know what's going to happen but we do it anyway, maybe to hope that somethings changed, or maybe just to wake ourselves up to the real world. I will tell you all one thing, the real world hurts, just like the truth, but we need it and we can't live without it.

Decisions

I've made an important one recently. I put myself on a high pedestal. I don't plan on being knocked off but twice, maybe three times in my life, I've hit a low. Relationships are my achilles heel. Every girl I've ever dated has been accused of or has thought of cheating on me. Personally I don't like it and I guess I can't pick them right. Well I've placed myself above relationships, those of romantic or sexual kinds. To my friends who may or may not read this blog, when you see me flirting, it's really not. I can cope with things my own way and in no form or shape do I need the help. I don't need relationships and relationships don't need me. This all came about when I was asked by my mother today why I don't have a girlfriend. I thought about it for hours and I've picked out nine words that sum it up. I don't need relationships and relationships don't need me. Next time I'm asked, that will be my answer. I'm off the market.

The Avengers

Some of my more avid readers may have seen a blog post on my Movie reviews for "The Avengers". Truthfully I was planning on seeing it but my date couldn't arrive so instead of me spending the time and money on watching a movie I've already seen, we decided to cancel the date.

Pain

Pain. There's physical and emotional pain. Most people can understand and sympathize with physical pain but no one, and I mean absolutely no one in this world, can understand the emotional pain that we go through. They may come close but they just don't reach it, it's impossible to feel the exact same emotional trauma that someone else has felt.

My First Time

... at a rock concert... get your head out of the gutter. Friday marked the day I went to my first rock concert. It was awesome, the bands had great energy, the crowd was pumped, and everyone had fun. I even went crowd surfing! It was really great.

Closings

I may be closing this account, and if I don't close it then I'll stop blogging on it.

Root Three

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

*It's a really cheesy poem from the
Harold and Kumar trilogy.*

Excerpts of Life

"I had a dream, no, it was a nightmare. I was dying. On my death bed. I'm young, only about sixteen years old, my time shouldn't have come so soon. Lying on the stiff mattress provided by the hospital, I looked up, that's all I did for the few hours I was there. They ran tests and examined me, they said I was dying at a break-neck pace, that my body couldn't fight off infection. There was nothing to do but look up, sometimes a fly would pass by over head and it's silhouette would be shown in contrast to the light above. The doctors whispered to my mom next to me. I could hear them. 'He won't make it through the night, he'll be lucky if he even has five, maybe six hours. If he has anyone to say goodbye to, he should get it done soon.' I remember his words so clearly, as if they were being spoken beside me right now. My mom stood up and left the room, I knew she was crying. I didn't see any tears but I could tell. Later in the night I could hear a large group of people hanging around the door of my room. They were all ushered in without my consent. They were my friends, my best friends, some close acquaintances, and last but not least, the love of my life. Everyone came around to my bedside, distress planted in their faces as they spoke to me for the last time. Reminiscing on the past, talking about the good times, it made me happy but I knew that I was going to let everyone down soon. I was going to die, no doubt about it but no one expected it to be so soon. After mostly everyone had time to say goodbye to me, they were escorted out of the room, most left in tears. There was one person who didn't say a word to me. My love, the one I had met only three years prior to today, walked up to me and grabbed my hand. Face flushed with anger, sadness, and despair. Flustered for words, looking for the most memorable to say. Nothing. She grabbed my hand and squeezed. It was a quirk of hers always squeezing my hand when she was scared or nervous. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at me, slowly dying, there was nothing that could be done for me and she knew it. Lifting my hand in hers ever so gently to her face she laid my open hand on her cheek then bent down to kiss mine. As she was leaning in, so close, yet so far away, I felt my grasp on life and her hand diminish. She was getting closer and the time seemed to move slower, I wasn't sure if her lips would ever reach me, I couldn't judge the distance correctly, I was too scattered. About an inch away from me, my hand gave out, along with my spirit. My hand dropped from her embrace and I laid still in the bed, wishing that I had just a few more seconds left to live. I had no time left and I was called to the gates. My loves last kiss never laying lips on my living self."

Bah Humbug!

I was looking for a blog I had posted about two months ago. I looked for over seven minutes and I didn't find it! I have too many blog posts!

Nightmares

Nightmares stink. I don't enjoy my nightmares but I seem to be having more and more of them with increasing intensity. They aren't happy dreams, they're terrible. They make me understand myself better and my limitations. After a nightmare I always have a new found knowledge of my limits and understanding of the things that inhibit me.

I don't even...

I go to check my page views and the traffic for my blogs every once in a while. If you don't have a blog, there is a page that shows where your views are coming from, what site the person was direct from to your blog and when your blog was viewed. Most, if not all, of my blogs are read in the United States of America and that doesn't really surprise me. What I am very perplexed by are the sites that send my readers to my blogs. My most recent check was done at about 11:00 pm on April 4th. The top site was a website advertising baby car seats. I went to check it out and not anywhere did I see a link to any Blogspot blogs... My question is... How did anyone get from there to here? What? I don't even...

Story Time With Em

I'm very childish, I still pass notes in class. The first class of my day is pretty much story hour with my friend and I. We sit adjacent to each other (I'm in front, she's behind me) and we pass a sheet of paper back and forth to each other jotting down little anecdotes that have happened to us. From dreams to near death encounters, we talk about everything, or should I say write about everything...

Originality

Oh wow... Please don't do things that someone else thought of and take the credit for it. I'm not perfect with it so some leeway is allowed. I usually say "I saw _____ on So and So" or "_____ Said this" but sometimes I may forget to give credit and thats fine just don't "forget" to give credit for six weeks straight.

Sleep

I cannot stay up lately. Everyday I come home and just fall asleep.

First to Know

I just found out that I, a male teen, am pregnant... Yep... I wonder who the dad is...

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I got you right? This was an April Fool's joke if you couldn't tell.

Give-it-up Challenge

I challenge everyone of my readers to take this on

What it is: The Give-it-up Challenge is a challenge designed to better ones self.

What happens: While taking the Give-it-up Challenge you are to specify one thing you are giving up and give that thing up for a set amount of time.

Items Needed: Sharpie Marker and Willpower

Instructions: Think of something you are wanting to give up, a certain habbit, a certain action, a certain person. After you have decided, take your Sharpie marker and write a big "NO" on your palm, if that's not visible enough for you feel free to write it elsewhere (I wrote mine on my belly) Now that the "No" has been written, you are forbidden from doing what you decided to give up until the Sharpie marker wears off (I suggest Red, it turns fluorescent pink when partially cleaned.)

Rules: You cannot wash the marker off, you are allowed to do your regular washing but no more than needed. It's a given but I'll say it anyway, you are not allowed to do what you decided to give up.

I've been doing this for the past two to three weeks and it's been helping me get over a habbit. I think it's a great idea to challenge and better yourself.

Huzzah!

I went to Chicago for vacation... Thankfully I wasn't mugged, shot, or stabbed! Huzzah!

Sweet. Short, And To The Point

I'm clingy. That's it... I've known this for a while and I've been told this multiple times. Well, it's who I am and I can't think of one reason anyone wouldn't want me around them.

Memories

I was going through my closet and I found a folder. Not just any folder though, it was my eighth grade band folder that I kept most of music in. On top of the folder was a stack of music from last year, cadences, rudiments, fundamentals, compositions, etc... I started to remember all of the good times I had last year. I started going through my folder later on and I found so many pieces that I remember playing in eighth grade. Jazz Band music and Normal Band music, it was so much fun and I looked them over to find that I could remember pretty much the entire song. You never know what you may find when you're going through some odd places.

Old Times

Sometimes you just have to stop and slow yourself down, drop everything you're doing and go back to the way you were when you were a kid. I've been caught up in school and music that I've been neglecting my friends. The weather is nice, and I needed some exercise (Don't get me wrong I exercise every weekend morning 5am-7am, usually on my stationary bike exercise thing but a little fresh air doesn't hurt.) so I download an app from the Droid Market (Zombie Run), it's really fun and it got me running. Later in the day I went for a bike ride and I was stopped by an old friend that I hadn't talked to in a while despite seeing each other everyday. We went on a bike ride together, we caught up with some of the recent events going on in the others life. It was fun just to hang out and catch up with a friend in such nice weather.

Instructions

I'm not talking about the little pamphlets or booklets you get when you buy an item that requires "Some Assembly". I'm talking about the "Don't do this." or "Go over there." sort of instructions, directions I guess you could call them. Anyway, I had written the word "No" on both of my palms and I've been re-writing it since Monday night. It was to stop me from using my phone, but I didn't listen to myself and I did it anyway. I'm terrible with instructions, I really am.

Strangers

The crash, it's all I remember. Our plane, it was blazing orange as I saw it hurtle through the sky, at least the half that I wasn't on. There were others with me, I think we all survive, the tide set me adrift towards this island. The sun has been beating down onto my forehead for about an hour or so, it's hard to tell the time when your watch is broken. My pants are shredded and my clothes are ragged and wrinkly. Looking out at the ocean gets boring after a while, no one seems to have noticed I'm missing. I start to walk along the beach but stop as I turn around, facing the jungle. There's a silhouette, someone has been watching me from afar. Who? Who is this person? I start walking towards the figure in the tree line but they seem to notice me and slip though the trees like a shadow. I let it pass and keep walking. I need to look for shelter, I need to look for any survivors. The waves, I see them moving but I can't hear the crash of them on the beach. My hearing's gone, or it's faded... Off in the distance is a large rock spire, I might as well climb it, what if I find a survivor off in the distance. I was always told that a vantage point can never hurt you. As I was climbing the spire though, I slipped. Luckily I caught myself before I fell all the way down. I climb a little ways up and look out towards the beach. There's a group of people near part of the planes belly. I climb back down the Spire and make a B-line towards the group. As soon as I hop down though, a sharp pain shoots through me and I fall to the ground. My knee has a large gash, about the size of my hand. It's bleeding profusely, I must've cut it when I slipped on the spire, how I didn't notice before is beyond me. I work through the pain and start a limping stride towards the group but before I can get to them, something in the trees catches my eye, it's another person, this time I can make out distinct body characteristics. Curves, a lean body, large chest, it's a girl, it's the same girl that was watching me earlier, when I was thinking of the crash. I can't help but to look back at her as she watches me, with an injured leg, limp to the others. I stop and it's like someone has control of me, I start limping towards the tree line, in the general direction of the girl. One of the boys from the group spots me and runs to me. He seems short, he might be a little younger than I am, maybe fourteen or thirteen. He seems to want to talk but I have no interest in him, I'm focused on something but my mind won't tell me what, I'm just moving. I walk into the trees and follow a dirt path, it's hard to make out but I can just barely see the trail. After what I assume has been a few minutes I hear crickets and frogs, there must be water around here. After a few more seconds of walking, I reach a large plant, it's dark green and illustrious. I push it over enough to climb around it and see a little spring, it's the clearest water I've ever seen naturally occur. I sit next to the edge and dip my feet, it's so soothing. The water is warm but it's cooler than the temperature around me, I close my eyes and I just drift away. There was a rustling in the bushes, it woke me up late in the evening. The sun has nearly set, the sky is every shade of yellow and orange. I know that the sun is in it's golden hour and I think that it would be a great opportunity to take some photos... that is if I had my camera, it must've gone down with the other half of the plane. I sit back up and before I knew it, my heart had leaped into my throat. Someone is standing across the pond from me, it's that girl, she keeps showing up around me. I see enough of her this time to make out definite characteristics. She has dirty blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, she's a little pale, she's about four inches shorter than me, and she has a large cut to the torso. Her shirt is ripped down the right side and it's stained with blood. She looked at me once and before I could get a word out, turned around and ran off back into the jungle. I feel compelled to talk to this girl, something about her is attracting me. Who is she? Why is she following me? What does she want? Why does she seem so familiar?

Lent

No, I'm not Catholic but it's fun to participate in things. I was compelled to participate in lent this year because of my friends Catherine and Carmen. They're both Catholic and when they came to the lunch table with barely any food I asked them why. They explained it was for Lent and I decided to give something up. What did I give up? Facebook. If you're a friend of mine on Facebook and you've managed to keep up with my blog, thank you. Anyway, I haven't gotten on Facebook since Lent started and I won't get back on it until Easter Sunday. It's actually not that hard to give up Facebook but then again it's not a huge change.

The Language of Love

I'm not talking about French, I'm talking about Music. Tell me, when your pseudo-spouse comes and says to you "Examinons le sexe" you don't think "Ohhhh That's so beautiful" You think "What?" Music is a universal language, everyone know what music is. Love songs in particular are what I'm trying to get to. My favorite love songs are acoustic songs with a loud guitar playing. Tonight, Sunday March 18th, my sister's boyfriend let me borrow the guitar he first learned how to play on. Thank you so much Jacob, if you are reading this. I've already learned a few chords in the hour or so I've had it but it's late and even I need sleep. World, get ready for another guitarist!

3.141592653589793

These are the first 16 digits of Pi!

Deterioration

Can you believe it? I'm sick again. I went to my doctor to get a diagnosis. He says I have the flu. He's very surprised at me though, having previously active shingles, getting a sinus infection and getting the flu all within a week. He says because of the stress that activated my shingles, my body has been weakening. His exact words were "Ever since your problem a few months back, your body has been under a huge amount of stress. Technically you're deteriorating." Of course that made me a little nervous. So my body's deteriorating and I'm losing the ability to fight off infections, Oh boy.

Dream Repetition

Lately I've been having the same dream and I love it, this dream is amazing and it makes me so happy but I know its only a dream. I wake up in the middle of the night hecause of it. Why does my mind do this to me? Am I trying to subconciously tell myself something?

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Fun Fun Friday

It's Friday! I have my Friday Fun Fact all planned too! School was okay today, I did get called out for having a hole in my jeans and it's pretty big so I shouldn't complain. I went to Ruby's sweet shop during second hour and donated a dollar, I did not buy anything I just gave away one dollar to help Ruby. After the Sweet shop I went to the petting zoo that our FFA had set up for FFA week. It was fun, llamas, pigs, chickens, ducks, cows, horses, donkeys, and even Puppies! Later in the day a few animal ambassadors from the zoo stopped by for a visit, but sadly I was not able to go and reunite with my animal friends. Apparently you might as well have stayed home in middle school if you didn't have a glow stick wristband/ bracelet, that's what I learned in Chemistry. We made an imaginary informational video concerning puberty in 9th hour, it really was hilarious. After school we set up in the pit for pit band, I have to say it's smaller than I expected. Senior Night for Basket Ball also happened. It was great to see all my senior friends standing out in front of the crowd. Although there was one specific senior that I've hated for a while so when everyone was cheering him on I was not so secretly yelling at him to go to hell... Anyway after the game I came home to hear my dad tell me the "Death or Ooga Booga" Joke... Grow up dad... Finally I fell asleep and woke up at 1:00am-ish. I was late to update my Friday blog, Oh well, I'm sure my readers will understand.

Tuesday Screwday

The title may be a little misleading, this is actually about sex not me saying "Screw Tuesday." It was Ninth Hour Percussion and Jared and I were "Working" on our music composition project. Dann Decided to beckon us into his tiny practice room with Emily present. The meeting started awkward with an awkward truth from Dann. It got a lot better and more fun as time progressed though. It was like someone was pumping Marijuana smoke into the room through the air duct because it seemed like we were all becoming a little... Loopy... Anyway we got onto the topic of death and how it can come so unexpectedly. While thinking about death, Jared (I think) said something about wanting to have sex before he dies (Understandable.) Then I asked what was on everyone's bucket list, not dying a virgin was a popular theme, everyone but me decided to put that on their list. Like I've said to many people before I have morals and plan to wait until marriage to have sex. Emily and I had similar topics though, she wanted to have a daughter before she dies, which means sex is pretty much a necessity for that, while I just wanted to get married. Go ahead and call BS on me but trust me when I say not all teenage guys want sex, I want a loving relationship and eventually a family, That means I have to set up good relations with other people, test out compatibility and then assess the relationship. I'm fine with dying a virgin as long as I've experienced what it's like to be loved by someone else.

Sunday Funday (Part Two)

Went to a sweet sixteen. So Much Fun. Dancing, Games, Food, Friends, Cake in the face (it's still in my hair!) After a little bit of Soft-core Parkour, we decided to go to Le Mall! Girl's went to try on dresses while the guys decided to go elsewhere... Where else is there to go other than GameStop! Tried to fit eight people into a photo booth, didn't work too well, We got five people in there at once though so we were close enough (Insert closeenough.jpg here). Walked to Best Buy while the Birthday Girl got an iTunes giftcard. Le Birthday Girl's boyfriend and I ninja'd our way through the store, very amusingly I might add. Went to Barnes and Nobles afterwards for no apparent reason, I guess we were just loitering. After the books and the technology we went to the Movie Theatre! This Means War, Great movie, if you haven't seen it please go watch it. It's a chick flick but it has manly elements to it. To end the great night, me and Jason saw some girls, whom to him looked fairly attractive enough to take to dinner and... get a little busy with...(If you know what I mean) I didn't see it, skanks just aren't my type. Left the theatre and got home. Got a new jacket from the mother, even though it's a little big, I still like it. Blogspot came next

Sunday Funday (Part One)

Going to a party later today. Last night I got upset for nothing. This is my blog and I can say what I want. I encourage everyone to create a blog and speak the truth, speak their mind, and speak for what they believe in. I was being scolded by a not so friendly acquaintance, and that made me almost delete an entire entry in my rants. I'm keeping my blog the way it is whether someone likes it or not. Who's going to make me stop blogging? No one because I am a writer and I have freedom of Speech, I accept all responsibility that comes with it as well.