Sometimes we love music because its beautiful, and the artist makes it like a beautiful play full of hopes and happy endings. We are sad when it the show ends but are thankful for the stories we learned. An artist's music is no exception.

Sometimes we love one man's music like we love a car crash. We feed of the drama the chaos, the terror. Want an example? How about Kurt cobain. Was that music beautiful. Absolutely. Was it tragic? Of course. How did it in? Like any accident the crowd disperses and we never forget.

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Aint it special?

Isn't it so special when you find someone you connect with?
There is a bond between you and that person.
You can't see it and it doesn't understand distance.
You can barely feel it. It is magnetism.
Sometimes it's really strong. Like your getting pulled by a bungee chord.
you're velocity increases exponentially.
All the while, it's gentle.
You wouldn't want to get pulled along.
a connection is deep like an ocean. It's soft like a feather.
It's as dense as a encyclopedia, but reads like a childrens book.
You weren't looking for it, but if you lost it you would cry.
A connection agrees with everything.
A connection argues but laughs about it at dinner.
This connection never goes away.
"The mystic cords of memory will swell when again touched"
A connection cannot tarnish.
Silver. Gold. Platinum.
Just take care of it, and clean it once in a while.
People love to admire your connection.
What a beautiful connection. How did it happen?
A kiss on the cheek. A kiss on the lips. A hug goodbye. A Hug hello.
A connection is charished and loved.
A connection is family.
A connection grows old gracefully.
A connection never dies.
eternal.

Bahahahahahah

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Twilight zone will screw with your head!

It's been a while!

I need to be better! I was doing so good earlier! I don't really have anything to say of any real importance other than checking in to say that I'm alive!

School has started and I'm back into that. I'm taking Econ, History, and psych- all of which are not really my favorite, but I don't really hate them either like math or science. Granted econ and psych are slightly about math and science but a little bit off. I think so far I like all my teachers. I'm pretty excited to see what this new year brings!!! Gonna try to keep that 4.0 yo. I'm meeting new people. I'm seeing new things it's been very good to me!

Aaannnnnnnnd for now, I'm off facebook. I feel like it's so consuming for me. I am far too involved with it. I should be blogging! Reading! Schooling! Talking friends! Riding bikes! Running! Running faster than bikes! Thinking logically! Sleeping! Watching the Twilight zone!

I've been watching the twilight zone soooooooooo much. It's so awesome. It's like my most favorite show. It's crazy the stuff they came up with the 60s. I watched this episode the other night where there was this old man in a bar, and he had a box full of nik-naks and he asked if anyone needed anything, and they would tell him "I need matches" and he said "no you neeed this hand solvent" or "you need this bus ticket" and it would turn out that the dude with the bus ticket needed to go to skranton because he was gonna go back into baseball, and the other lady helped him clean his face with the solvent. But then their was one dude who was a big ol negative nancy and he kept pestering the old man "what do I need?" and was gettting obsessive, and threatened to kill the old man. The old man told him he needed to leather sole'd shoes, and so he put them on and when he went to try to attack the old man, the guy was in the middle of the street and couldn't escape as car turned the corner, and it struck him and he died. The moral... was not a very nice one. But WHOA twilight zone, WHOA! Did you see what you just did there? I just raised my voice!!

Oh I love twilight zone. Anyways, new week, new fun, new friends, new learning. That's all I can really ask for right now!

Crazy dream time

BeI woke up at 3 this morning realizing I had had this dream and frantically wrote down key words that would help me recall this. They only half worked but I do remember the meat of the story.

I remember my friend who was a very stunningly beautiful blonde was with me and we were taking some time to make desserts, and I had brought her to a pantry that was in a house and it had two entrances. We went through one entrance and surveyed the shelves for ingredients. When we had found what we wanted we made our way to the other entrance we had not before gone through.

I had done this on purpose, because I knew on that as we would leave that pantry on the other side of the door we would be met by a powerful unseen presence. I wanted to try to scare her and have her hold me close. Little did I know thay this young lady was only too familiar with spiritual apparitions.

As we walked out, her body stiffened and a fear washed over her face. Almost like a smoke detector detects carbon in the air, she became very alert of this new spirit.
Her eyes wide she whispered to me "why did you do this?" And I began to wonder the same. Her movement began to be as she exclaimed, "I see him! Oh my god its awful" and she described to me the figure translucent figure of a general from world war one. Dressed in full fatigues and a large white beard, he was aware of his now visible to her and I could see this in her eyes. "we have to leave she said." And I did not question her, we walked quickly but as we walked away the spirit followed. Which was new because I had messed with this ghost before and never had it followed.

We ran quickly now, and somehow ran through an old chapel and out two huge double doors that seemed 20 feet high. I was sure he would not leave the building, but much to my surprise this fragile girl screamed proclaiming through no specific words his menacing presence. In my dream the perspective suddenly changed as I watched my body hoisted in the air by my throat by some invisible force. I Hung helplessly from this grasp for a time, and I levitated in the air, the girl began to cry. Without any warning of any kind, I was suddenly thrown, into a nearby pond, and in that moment, I woke up, just as I hit the water.

Then I went on wrote down these key words. desserts, visits, blonde, pantry, ghost, wwi, church, levitate, water.

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That song so beautiful. You even said youd destroy me in your words, but that voice too damn beautiful for me to just turn off. God, damn my love. God, damn this love. God, damn that voice. God, let dam break. Let it flood me.

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I'm not even sure why as of late I've started blogging so much. Don't get me wrong, I like having a little space of the interwebs to call my home. But ive had different blue periods of thought and writing, and whatever reason now I am writing like a mad fiend. I suppose I am slightly mad, but then did you ever see that movie angus? There is no normal.

In the wake of the tragic suicides of kids who have takin there lives because of bullies, I think kids should watch that movie for inspiration. It is a story of a young social outcast who is paired to be prom king with the high cheerleading captain who is very popular. The outcast has been thrust into this position to be taunted and ridiculed.

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