Sweaty Palm Day

You're so unsure you do things right until it's over.

Then after it's all over, you know you did something right.

I feel good!

Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would, now
So good, so good, I got you

Bum

With one word, i would define myself as "useless" for this portion of the summer.

I've been on the computer, doing AP Studio art stuff, but i've been on the computer so much. I try to get away by going on a walk or a bike ride, but i need to say i DID something over the summer. I was thinking about making another CD like i did last year, but that's also on the computer.

I hate this feeling. I need a new one.

The 'ol switcharoo

I'd like to share with you a butterfly that i found in my poison ivy and pricker- filled adventure in the woods this afternoon.
I feel like it had a metaphor to tell me. I found it on this stick, and as i got closer and closer hoping to get the best picture possible, it flew away. I kept track of it with my eyes as it soared in circles around the small clearing in the woods that i was in. It flew for a quarter of a minute before it settled on a nearby leaf. Yet again, i surprised it with my unyielding antics to get a good picture, and it flew around the clearing, maybe for half a minute then settled down again. I decided to leave it alone at this point.

I feel like no matter how long you're gone, and no matter how far you go away, you'll always want to get back to where you started in your comfort zone.

another thing i found funny:

I'm going to generalize here...
0 -> 1 years old - don't know what the hell is going on..
2 -> 12 years old - parents are embarrassed by their kids
13 -> death - kids are embarrassed by their parents.

Mirrors

There's a man in the mirror.
And a man out of the mirror.
The man in the mirror yells and screams and hoots and hollers at the man that calls himself "reality."
There are really two men here, why would someone mentally mutilate themselves? The man in the mirror is a separate entity, who you could be, who you see yourself as. And he yells at you.
For you are not him.

Law

Should we make laws by taking other laws into consideration?
If we do, do we make laws by thinking that the law will be broken, or obeyed?
Rules are meant to be broken, but intended to be followed.

Art

I've had a realization.
I need to be better at art to survive the wrath of rapp.
But then again, look at the dada artists. I'll just sign a urinal and I'll be in business!
ah... now that feels good.

Q for U

so... who else should i share this blog with.

I've been satisfied with writing for us two for the past few weeks, but it would be cool if someone else read it to.

FB me.

FTW-esque communication.

:)

I...

like school for everything but the school work.

Did they plan it that way, kinda like "commercial TV."

You keep watching the commercials to see the shows

You keep going to school to see your friends.

Consumerism FTW!

By the way, FTW is my new favorite geek-esque acronym, ftw.

and esque is my favorite suffix.

HI CEDEE

Passion Pit

I recently got a burned copy of Passion Pit's "Manners" CD. Passion Pit is my new favorite band.

Fo shizzle.

Anyway, I like the cover. It's a black background with simple white lettering on the front that is centered. On the top it says "Passion Pit," and directly underneath it says "Manners."

Who woulda thunk?

The point of it is, the black background was given some grungy look to it, made it look old and worn down. Maybe a narrative on the title of the album?

They also have a childlike genre to them, another reason why they may have chosen this album name...

Listen to Fold in Your Hands, Sleepyhead, and Better Things by Passion Pit.

Meaningless Rain

A field of umbrellas obscures my vision of what I'm looking for.

The raindrops fall onto the umbrellas, as they serve a purpose for what they are hiding.

I stand drenched, without a purpose but to find what they are hiding from me.

To Forget

I jump

Splash.

I feel the air sink up from the cold cold water

Cold.

All feeling and knowing and cares vanish away for a minute second as a minute rush of adrenaline passes through my veins eliminating all feelings

And I don't even know it.

My only hope is to race for the ladder, my only hope, the one chance, and I have to get there, as my crowded mind parts as if I was the moses of my four foot pool, and I see my grey plastic sanctuary

I climb.

It all comes back

And the world

Spins Madly

On

Sleepyhead

And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls against your rules against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes but go in disguise like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

Cookies and Circles

I went to my uncle freddy's to help my dad cut and carry some wood. About 45 minutes later, I went over to my grandma's house to say hi. She lives next door to where we were cutting wood.

I got a cookie when I went there. I took 3 when I left. One more for me, and one more for my dad.

By the time my dad was in sight, I had two cookies gone and two in my hand.

What compelled me not to eat the one cookie in my hand and give the other to my dad, as if I ate one and he got one, fair and square?

What drives us to do good?

I didn't eat the cookies. I asked my dad if he wanted the cookies, and he said "no thanks."

I ♥ Karma.

And food for thought...

If they say there are no straight lines...

But circles are made up of entirely lines...

What is our world geometrically made of?

Truth behind every Lie

Does this mean that there's comedy behind every serious matter? Why do we avoid this part of a serious matter? Is it part of our nature, or do we all have to act the same to similar situations? Do we define our emotions, or is it society?

To laugh at tragedy. Haha.

4 leaf clover

Lets say you found a four leaf clover.

Why are people happy about it? It's a genetic mutation that creates a vestigial structure.

It's kinda like being happy about finding a dog born with three legs or something.

Imperfection

Doing things wrong and making mistakes makes us who we are.

Who says we have to do everything right? Does anyone know?