Christmas Morning?

I know no one really cares... but I do. I'm freakin excited for Mass Effect 3 to come out next week. #asgoodaschristmasmorning

Life and Death

Death has been a big thought in my head lately. With all that's been going on around it makes me think. It's so strange that these people CHOSE to end their life. Most of the time isn't it God that decides? But why does God decide to take other peoples lives. God's choice in taking someones life, could result in another person choosing to take their own. So why God? Didn't you know this would happen? Don't you know all things? Are we just waiting to die? Or trying to live? I'm not angry at You. Only confused. Shed some light? This place could use some light.

Fears

I fear that trial. The one you know is coming. Because your life is completely fine compared to the people around you. And you know that God is ready to punch you with something, but you have no idea what it will be. I don't know if any of you will get this, but it's just something I fear. I fear the past that doesn't matter to the future. I fear sharks. I fear the red and blue lights flashing in your rear view mirror. I fear knowing people for who they are. I fear my friends more than my enemies. I fear the friends that become my enemies. I fear I will make those enemies. Did I make these enemies?

Food

Have you ever been eating a really good plate of food?


Then someone takes a big shit on it?

No this isn't real. It's a really good analogy.

Inverted flight

My eyes have swollen from this viral infection. Waist deep in my own recollection. 

Recalling the times when my heart took a turn. I thought it would stop at 180 degrees, but it kept on twirling until it made a complete 360. 

Spiraling downward like a bird shot from the sky. I was a great bird. Equal with the clouds. Nothing to keep the sun from touching my back. Now my spine has gone cold. Only reflected light touches me. My eyes can no longer see. Where am I?

I thought about you

Back when I thought about you, you were so beautiful. My mind was occupied by your first impression. I've never seen a first impression executed so well. What is this? Who am I? A manager for Mcdonalds? Whoever I was, I was thinking about you. I was thinking about you like glue thinks about rubber, like rubber thinks about glue, I was thinking about you like you were the rubber and I was the glue and how my mind could never comprehend sticking with you. And I didn't. I never knew the 2nd impression of you. Who was this mystery? Who is this mystery? I'm still thinking about you. Time was slow. Slow with you. I'm thinking about you like concussions think about my head, get out of my head! I took a concussive blow to the head when I first thought of you. When I was thinking about you. My mind cannot create you. Who are you?

I wouldn't post this

I wouldn't post this if it wasn't worth watching. Then again, I don't know you. P.S. I know he is a nerd. And I love it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCqwwTfXr1Q&feature=related

Silence

I've realized that all of us shy silent people are scared. Scared what people think of us, straight up! Why? Oh that's right, because we still have a class with them for 3 more months and what if everyone thinks we're freakin creepy? (Not saying we're creepy or what we are is....) What if... What if no one cared? Wait a minute. Wait a minute!!! Why should we care if those people who do care... care? We aren't going to be friends with them anyways. What if we did speak up?! Those people that we care, care... don't matter. What if we did speak up and those people that are more like us saw that? Or how about this? What if we never said a word for a 4 month class? What if because of that we lost a forever friend? I'm thinking us shy motha ****** (jk i don't swear) should speak up. And hey maybe we'll make a friend. Peace!

What is Love?

I can't say for everyone, but I could try and explain it for myself. I think in order for love to exist, happiness does too. It seems obvious right? But, people forget. I think people forget that love and happiness once existed, but they got sucked into a vortex. A vortex of hate. And I'm not talkin a big vortex. I'm talking about a pinhole of hate. Some people LOVE to focus on the HATE. They love seeing all the faults in somebody and never see the positive things about them. In order to love I believe you need to accept all those faults no matter the expanse of them. Of course if the faults overwhelm the positives, that specific person may need to change some things. But nobody's perfect. Well, almost -  moving on. I often hear people get really worked up about people that say they're in love, but are flat out infatuated, BUT, doesn't everyone get infatuated at the beginning of something or over someone? I think infatuation can bloom into love, but I think they're are different types of infatuation, I know, I know getting complicated enough. There is the premature infatuation and the sketchy... let me see if I can use the right word, Stimulated infatuation? Love seems to prove itself over time, at least that's what I believe. You're gonna hit rough spots, but after those rough spots can come the greatest, most love enhanced burn in yourself. Be patient. Love is patient.