war

I just saw a quote at the beginning of the hurt locker movie It said:  War is a drug.

Goodbye....Paris

My trip to Paris was real.  Real in the fact that I rather enjoyed it.  I thought that it would just be a place full of "babe's who don't shave their pits", but I found that I could actually create.  Now I didn't create a Van Gough or a Mona Lisa, but I did create more than I had in mind.  I hate to say it but I started my trip to Paris with a bang, but then I got distracted by all the sites around me and my creating wasn't as successful.  I hope that you get the chance to go to Paris, but clear you mind and create things, who knows you might be the next big thing.  Goodbye....Paris, I hope to see you again.

Baxter Black

The link can be found under the links section.


 This is a line out of "Legacy of a rodeo man" by baxter black

In the seconds that tick slowly 'til he climbs upon his back
Each rider faces down the fear that makes his mouth go slack
And cuts his guts to ribbons and gives his tongue a coat
He swallows back the panic gorge that's risin' in his throat


I am jealous about this whole poem, but this line stands out because It describes the fear of riding a bull.  but that is not it, he even made the poem rhyme which is something that I find very difficult to do. 

kwitcherbellyaching

My toes are cold, my ears are frozen, my breath turns to ice in the air.  If I told you all off this you would probably agree with me, but if you told me this, you will sometimes hear me say "Kwitcherbellyaching", because I just happen to like the cold. Weird, right.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

Challenger

The Howling winds constantly try to tear you down,
But you challenge them.
The cold tries to grasp your body,
but you defy him.
The sun hides its warmth from you.
But you wait for her return.
The snow withholds your food,
but you power through.
The four legged ghosts haunt your children,
but you ward them off.
You survive where many have fallen,
And break the laws of life.

Math Homework

Alright y'all, this is how you do your math homework.
   Take a look at the problem and try to figure it out.  Do it how you think that it should be done and that is good enough.  I can't stand this crap, I tain't never gonna use this crap a day in my life, and if I do, Well then that just sucks cause I don't know how.

Jealousy

Small things go unnoticed,
Such as you.
Don't worry though,
I have seen and thought about you.
Your sweet music is a comfort when I am down.
You move through the air with such ease.
I have a small pocket of jealousy,
For one to have such freedom as you.
Go where you want and not have to worry about being late,
Very few in this world have that opportunnity.
I envy and despise you for you mock me.
My chains of life weigh me down,
So that I don't float off on the breeze of freedom.

Majestic and Respectable

I have been watching you for a while now.
I have discovered the definition of majestic.
It is you.
In all your rugged beauty,
The way you rule with unchallenged reign.
Eyes of rustic splendor,
That watch over the wary struggling soul.
I have learned respect,
Respect for my suroundings.
Not one leaf or blade of grass shall go unnoticed.
You have my gratitude and thanks,
For all your many teachings.

King of knowledge

             King of Knowledge

The crisp morning air crackles with your movement,
 Frozen breath marks where you once where.
The trees are mirrors, mirrors of sound reflecting your eerie cry
Through the forest for all to hear.
You wander alone,
An old wise monarch.
You move on and I wait,
I wait for you to pass this way again,
To catch one last glimpse of the one who taught me.
You are king, King of knowledge.

Thanks to Sally J. Skinny Love for the idea.

My Dog

My dog's name is Dodge, which sounds a lot like dog.  He is a brittany spaniel.  He is a big brittany spaniel.  he is white with orange blobs.  He has really long legs.  He is lots bigger than the brittany down the street.  He likes to eat elk meat.  He is full of energy and loves to run.  ( yes I sound like a five year old)

Black Out

Risk relationship between outrageous science and government advisory!

New Things

  I am going to the speak for yourself poetry thing in a few minutes.  I have never been to one of these before.  I am kind of excited to go.  It is kind of a bummer though when the girl you asked to go with you was busy and can't go.  But you know what, that doesn't matter because I am going anyway.  I hope it is as good as I am hoping it will be.  Hope to see you there!

Remember, Oh emember

I remember my first deer.  I remember how the deer stopped between two trees and I squeezed the arrow through.  I remember my first elk.  I remember how after my first shot my gun wouldn't shoot again because I forgot to put a new shell in the chamber.  I remember my second grade teacher and how I used to draw her lots of pictures.  I remember how in elementary school, it always seemed like I was in the principals office.  I remember seventh grade football.  I was tight end and my coach only let me run out for a pass once and I wasn't thrown to.  I remember how as outside line backer I sacked the quarter back and caused hum to fumble, Kirtus Trevort picked it up and ran it in for a touchdown.  I remember that I am somehow related to him.  I remember how I failed seventh and eighth grade because I read all through class.  I remember how I used to play football with my brother, and how he would always win and hurt me.  I remember a long time ago we used to share a room.  I remember when Kaden Shepard moved to Alpine, he used to be my best friend.  i remember how in second grade I would play football with the sixth graders, and I was good.  I always thought of my self as a mini Jerri Rice.  I remember being kicker.  I still miss it.  I remember how I totally botched my first kickoff practice.  I remember how coach Nichols got mad at me because we were wasting AF.  I remember the pain I was in two days ago when playing basketball someone poked my eye and actually cut my eye ball.  I remember how earlier today I almost got my jaw dislocated playing basketball.

People Watching

I am Sitting in the commons, or at least I was, watching everyone.  a minute ago I watched two kids play a game of swords, the one where you have to poke the other guy with your finger.  There is a guy who just walked in carrying a Gatorade that is half drunk.  I don't understand why you would want to drink a sports drink for breakfast, but whatever bakes your potato.  most of the people I can see are in groups and very few of them are by themselves, such as me, but there is one girl sitting next to me reading a book and drinking a mocha shake thing from McDonalds.  I am watching the groups as one of their friends just found them.  There is a lot of high five's going around. and fist bumps, I have seen it more times than I ever thought I would, but don't worry because I do it too.

random

life doesn't always work as we planned.  I am here, but I want to be there.  I live in China, town that.  cheese smells like my uncle's hair. WHERE'S RACHAEL! The banana in front of me is getting soft and squishy.  Land doesn't slide uphill.  Furby is back.  0041048.  Trash can.  Head check.  Desk pop.  Scram, Sam.  Is it true french babes don't shave their pits. What evs.

I order you to "wiggle the mouse"

Computers have this little thing connected to them called a "mouse".  I am not totally sure why they call it this because it is certainly not little and fury.  If you are reading this post I want you to wiggle your "mouse".  Do so how you please, up and down or side to side. You can even make designs on the desk with it.  I want you to wiggle it for a minute or two and let your mind go, close your eyes while you are sitting there wiggling it and let your mind wander.  I am hoping that some little piece of inspiration will hit you, so wiggle you "mouse".

vent your rant

Do you know what I can't stand.  The stupid piece of crap click link to get credit!  The wack thing totally destroys me.  I do the blog post yeah, but it doesn't even matter because I mean what the heck man, I forgot to click the stupid link! There is my rant for the day.

Duck! Here comes the tape.

It was monday afternoon when it came flyin' cross the room.  I woke up on the floor with a lump on my head and a roll of duct tape next to me.  I found out today that ghosts are real, how else would it have hit me. You aren't that mean, are you?

Cowboy is his name

 I just love this poem.  It is really a shortened version of "legacy of the rodeo man" by Baxter Black




                       Cowboy Is His Name                                 

There's a hundred years of history
and a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.

The cold flame burns within him
'Til his skin's as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spend sleepy drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's,'
All the bandages and pain,

All the female tears left dryin',
All the fever and the fight
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.

It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame.
His legacy is rodeo
And cowboy is his name.
                                         ©Baxter Black

Your choice

What do you do when the bottom of your foot itches? Well, I will tell you what to do. The second you feel an inkling of an itch coming on, you reach down and untie you shoe as fast as you can. Once you shoe is untied, you yank it of and throw it hard into the ground.  Last you take your pencil and you just a scratch like you never scratched before.  Now, you may look somewhat like a weirdo when you do this, but it is either look like a weirdo or sit their in agony for what seems like an eternity while you wait for it to quit itching.  It's your choice.

Enjoy the Ride

 Here is  the chorus to Chris Ledoux's "The Ride".  I think we could all benefit from it.


"Sit tall in the saddle, Hold your head up high
Keep your eyes fixed where the trail meets the sky
And live like you ain't afraid to die
And don't be scared, just enjoy your ride"

Cold feet

My feet are cold.  The very ice of Antarctica itself rest under them as I strive to find the gateway of discovery.  I have been trying for years and I often think that I am now farther away from it then when I started. From Europe where I found the need to find something greater, to Africa where I nearly found death. The world was not enough to sooth the storm that forever rages inside of me.  And now I find myself on the southern continent sitting on the ice, just letting the snow bury me as it falls from the sky. My feet are cold, my heart is slowing, and my eyes won't open. The world couldn't help me and I found out that I didn't need it, I needed myself.  I am now buried under the snow with the warmth of peace, waiting to let my damaged body go.

CAUTION!

You are on my mind like the duck that sits on the water. You will be there all day until some disturbance in the seas of my mind makes you fly away.  I am thinking about you like the little boy who is looking at the caution tape and wants so badly to see whats lies beyond, but doesn't want to be caught.  I went there, I took my scissors and I cut the tape that blocks you off to my mind.  I felt the storm and the rage of emotions that raced over me as the tape was cut, but I don't regret it. Now I can't get you off of my mind, but it is okay because I can handle it.  People now notice that little light in my eyes that you bring to me. Thank you.
Now I will always be thinking about you. Thinking about you, and thinking about you, and thinking about you.

The best bad idea

I have a question for my fellow bloggers out there. What does the following Phrase mean:  "This is the best bad idea we have ever had."  does this mean it is the absolute worst idea or is it a bad idea just not that bad at all? I don't know what it means and I don't even know if this post makes sense. If you have an answer to this question please leave a comment.

I am your BIGGEST fear

You are the thing I am worried about when I go to bed.

I worry about you when I look in the mirror.

You make me close my eyes, plug my ears, and cover my head.

You are the doodle on my home work that isn't quite clear.

No one can see you but I know your there,

You always are, and always will be.

Why is it that you make life unfair.

You are the name they call me,

And I can't stand it.

Try it

Earlier this evening I did something awesome that I had never done before.  The adrenaline that was rushing through me was unreal.  Those moments we have when our hearts are pounding in our ears, our breathing becomes quick, and it is just amazing.  Often times I think that we get to used to every day life that we fall into boring old habits where we don't do anything new.  I challenge you to do something new this week, even if it is something really small.  Try to step out of your habits and comfort zone and give something a try and see what happens.

Love (what is it)

Love is the never ending mystery of life that drives all forces.  No one can describe it, they have be trying for centuries to find out its true meaning, but you can't.   Why is it that every thing in this world has to have meaning.  I personally think that we need to not worry so much on the definition of something but on the experience.  We take away from the joy of it because we feel that we need to describe it. Don't!  Let the feelings wash over you and enjoy them, relish them.  Love is simply indescribable so leave it to the "Profesionals" to find a definition.

Humans

Humans destroy things. Aliens destroy all humans.  Whatever you want to think, I don't really care.  Humans are to worry some.  we worry about what others think. we worry about how our hair looks. how we dress. how to get a girl to like you. whether you smell bad or smell like fruity perfume.  Humans worry to much.  Other animals in this world don't give a crap if they smell like crap, or if there hair is standing up on end.  why is it that we worry so much? Beats me.  I think that for a whole day we need to just take a chill pill, sit back and relax.  everyone is so up tight and bent out of shape on being on time, me included, but who cares if we are on time. if we are late to a meeting, oh well that's life. bury it and move on. life happens and we need to let it, not try to control it.

Help

Today I am starving.  Or so it seems.  My stomach is growling and rumbling, it feels as if it is empty, and I think that it could be digesting itself for a lack of any other substance.  It is only ten thirty and it feels as if time has slowed to an impossible, crawling pace.  I am a prisoner trapped in this dungeon, the dungeon of school.  If only I could get out of this place, Oh the things I could accomplish.  All the many things I can dream of doing one day and yet, I will probably just go home and sit on my couch.  Yes, the wonderful invention of the couch, but do not worry because I am not completely lazy.  It is often times difficult for my brain to think of things to do to get me off the couch, even if the world is full of things that anyone could do.  So, how about it, do you have any ideas of activities that I could do?

Introduction

Sitting under a tree in a snow storm and just watching things play out in front of you is an amazing thing.  You can watch as the snow paints the land scape  and swirls in the sky.  If you sit and watch a patch of dirty sidewalk during a rain storm you will watch it be washed clean.  The world is the master artist.  We can all learn how to be more creative if we just take the time to sit and watch.  Making observations without saying anything is something that is difficult for many of us, but if we just give it a chance, if we aren't afraid of being alone for just  a small amount of time, we will become more creative and understanding.  Don't let the people of the world take your creativity away, because they can't, you just have to find it deep within yourself, and when you do, you will say  I AM SPARTACUS!