Just one thing.

If you do one thing in a day let it be for someone else.
If you do two things in a day let the second be for you.

Friends (part 3)

Two ‘d’s, two. He was the only good friend I had that lived on the same street I did then. Soon Kent would take up the house next door.
     Legos, that was our thing. Underwater Legos to be more exact. We would always ask for underwater sets that each had yet to get, we would plan out which one of us would get a particular set. His house was a lot like mine, it was almost exactly like my house. I got dared to kiss some girl Trish in his sister’s room, it never happened.
     He left and so did our friendship. I got to see him on his birthday’s but I was the oldest friend there. It was weird, but I didn’t care. Then I learned to drive and he did too, so the distance became less, and we grew close again.
     He is part of the ‘family.’

Friends (part 2)

It was something about him that made me feel as if I knew him already. He was the first person I meet in my new neighborhood. I was shooting baskets and was snooping around on his bike riding by, looking to see if any kids his age were moving in.
Matt had been the one who introduced me to everyone in the neighborhood. He was the nicest guy, but also the weakest. Someone would say something and Matt would add what he felt would make him look cool.
I haven’t talked to him in a very long time, but last I heard he was studying to be a youth minister. He had a look in his eye trying to find the kid I was, and I looked at him with disbelief trying to find the same thing.
Now he will be God’s King Caller.

Friends (part 1)

The block is cooler now. He’s gone and everyone is glad for it. He was a real A class jack ass, but he was a friend of mine. He was that one kid in the cul-de-sac that every parent knew he was trouble, well at least to their kids.
     He was the oldest kid on the block and I was cool enough to be his friend. Johnny, he was something. Everyone wanted to be as cool as him, or at least tired.
     Johnny was the one who introduced me to pot. It was turning winter and he and I went out on my patio. My mom worked like a slave, and was almost never home. He lit something I had thought was nothing more than just a strong cigarette.


     I knew I was getting stone out of my mind when Johnny had pulled a bong out. I had used it before in his room. We were out in the tent with Boner. A friend of Johnny’s I had meet through him. He was a character alright, we all were. Everything was always funny when hanging with Johnny. Boner was the tallest guy I had meet, and he had a head of hair to boot. He was something else.
     I couldn’t imagine spending my time doing much of anything else then sitting in a tent with two good friend and a bong with out any water in it. “It hits harder when you make like this sound” says Johnny, and he makes a noise that could only be described as a man pushing a shit out. It worked, or so I had told myself.

     He was a good friend, not the best. But one my favorite.

Here we stand 14 pag

Here we stand. 14 pages in and more to come, I’ll finish.


I Looked back at the work I’ve done thus far for class, and I’ve come a long way with out even knowing it.

Nope.

I wish it were always easier. Easier for everything.

Creating

Creating what? What do you do with a wreck. You have to clean it up. My mind is a wreck. My life, a wreck. No one know this, but I do. I feel like no one sees the car crash inside my mind.

Something few people understand.

I can't seem to get a handle on anything now adays. I try and grasp my school work, cling and hold on to my relationship, and slip on my money, but eventually I drop one or more things. It was so much simpler as a kid. Life seems to complicate things, more things seem to boil up and take the place of what ever was there last.

Take a step back, get a grip, and wize up. Welcome to being normal.

Beyond understanding.

It’s the color. The color of her eyes that makes me think that everything will work out. The deep greens calm my soul, the blues make her adventurous, and the hidden browns bind us together. It is not the fact that she has them, but her power is in her use.

Everything, you think you know.

Or the way the wind blows warmth across the trees and leaves fall soft across your vision and you know everything is going to be okay.
Or when you expect the outside to be chilly and you step out of the door and the sun warms your skin like it is the first time.

     The colors that strike your eyes like lightning blots, brings all things life to a front stage with a bright light, strikes deep into the soul.

It is the power of art that turns the world, makes the world safe or not seem chaotic.
It is easy to say something is this way or that way, but to think of something our of it’s realm the harder it becomes to see it for what it was.

     The flash of light deep inside one’s soul with a which all things beautiful sit, the heart lays, soaking in everything that makes life worth living.

SA, Quote.

It’s only chocolate, find a new bar.

Play the Pipes of Peace

The only well to tell that you are who you are anymore is to tear you heart out, and stomp on it in front of someone. They will then know that you are in fact crazy.

True friends buy you Mc Donald’s.

Life can throw curve balls, but you can always catch them and whip that fucking ball at its face.

A first step is all you need to start a journey. But an idea can take you where ever you want to go.

This is it.

And so it seems. The time in life that is called adulthood has started, so now what? You take a deep breath and realize that you are not ready. No one ever is, it just gets handed over to you and you have to do with what you get; “life hands you lemons and you make lemonade.” But it’s really not that easy is it?

It doesn’t come in waves, it’s more of a monsoon, a tidal wave if you will. It splashes down on you. What are you supposed to do now? Swim and make it to land or a building and make due, or do you let the surf take you and sink. You can’t give up, life will always be there pushing it back in your face.

So what do I do now? Where can my path go from here? I have no idea; life is more like a movie. Things happen, and you just get to sit and watch. Or maybe it’s more like a play, where, “all the world is a stage” and you only get a few lines here and there, get to have some stage direction. Fade into the background every once and a while, have fake small talk, ect.

My first words of wisdom of Blogger.

~If you have your head in the clouds then you will stumble where your feet land, but if you keep your eyes on the ground you miss all the beauties if you were to be looking up. Find a happy medium.

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Blogger is amazing, a Microsoft word plug in? I am in pure amazement.

loser post?

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