Why Hello there..

Unlike my tragically illiterate comrade, the "Pub" in Pib n' Pub, I do not write the border-line philosophical pieces that he has so far filled this blog with. I'd rather write something humurous, that isn't hard to read, and that makes you feel good.

Actually, forget about the feel good part, i like politics so chances are I could mention something about the dreadful situation in some far off land on the blog and make you want to cry. Okay, you WILL cry, I'm going to promise you that. You will cry at my amazing writing abilities (or lack there of) and my undeniable skill of giving you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts!

Or maybe you won't. Anywho. I think my Ipod dock is making noises even though it's not playing any music. Im quite certain I here some sound coming form it, sort of how one would expect an Alien Spaceship of sorts to sound like, radiating a constant, low hum as it hovers over your Grandma's farm, stealing her cows. Or maybe Im just Schizophrenic.

Well, my stream of consciousness seems to be leaving me (early sign of Alzheimer's?), so im goona finish this post off with a quick note; If you live in the United States, or just want to feel like your apart of something, and quite enjoy surfing the web, you should sign this petition! We never know what's going to happen tomorrow, but I sure hope that it doesn't involve the internet dyeing for a number of hours while the government does stuff. So go ahead and sign it, and hope for the best.

Smash the System!

School's For Fools

It was a warm and drizzly mid summer's afternoon when I woke in a metallic red corvette, which had flame decals and spinners. I then threw the sheets off of my body walking out of my room without making my bed leaving the sheets falling off the end of my bed where my feet always hang off.

As I stepped into the kitchen I quickly decided to have coco puffs cereal for breakfast slash lunch. My head felt as though I had been struck in the head by a shovel, that's what always happens when I sleep in this late. I stopped getting up in the morning after I stopped going to school. Today I planned on vandalizing the school.

I was at the school now with my stray paint in hand. I pressed on the top of the can and become nervous, feeling like somebody was watching me. “School's For Fools” I said aloud as I tagged the school.

“Hey,” a man yelled. To my surprise it was a police officer. Panic filled my body as my hands and legs began shaking. I am such a fool I thought as the officer approached.

“I agree with what you have wrote,” the officer said in an audacious way.

I told the officer that I didn't understand. He said, “school is, in fact, for fools; hopefully we aren't still fools when we finish.”

So I started going back to school after my community service.

Running

  My legs are pumping, right, left, right, left, every step is a another mountain climbed on my journey through the park. As I run through the park viewing the world before me, ideas are bounced around in my head like a six year old in a bully circle. School is on my mind, along with ladies, and the events previous to now. I feel relaxed as I flip through my memories, viewing them like a hawk looking below, as they come to me with relief because I notice how my life has only kept getting better...

  I am getting close to the end of my run and as I get closer to the finish I feel shots of adrenaline jetting through my veins as pain has become nonexistent... Slap, slap, slap, and I am finished... my body feels tense as my legs light on fire and all pain becomes apparent. At that moment I question why I put myself through such pain. I think it is because the joy I feel while running is worth any pain after.

  Maybe life is like a run in that you feel joy more and more through out life and death is the ending of the run where you question why but realize it is worth it, that life is worth dying for.

Life as a teenage boy

 Ah, sitting on a couch feeling as though nothing could hurt me. The world around me smells fresh with prosperous opportunity. I feel as though my hands may be, someday, the cause of some great revolutionary act like a man holding a gun possessing the ability to end lives. I am a man sliding down a water slide feeling a rush of adrenaline from the hormones pumping through my body. I feel as though I am invincible and that success in my life is definite, like the hair on my head.