Lost In Paris

                I landed in Paris, at first the smells and sounds were a little weird and foreign.  I had a pamphlet and hit the local tourist spots with my friends.  It was fun but then I read a book I found at a street corner stand.  The old man who sold it to me had 4 teeth. 

                After a couple of days I started to really get it the old spots in Paris.  I would wander through its old streets admiring the buildings and what not.  I loved Paris more than anything in the world.  It was an emotional relief being able to wander through the streets, sitting at the local hole in the walls eating my waffles, laughing at tourist.

                After I lived my emotional bliss I started to wander back to the touristy spots of Paris.  After doing this I realized how lame they were and how much I really wanted to go back to my street corner crepe shop.  But somehow, I could never find it.  It was lost forever.

When The Stars Go Blue

I couldn't think what to do for my extra post so I decided to post this fantastic song.  Enjoy or dont, I dont really care :)

In My World

Tri-mantra

In my world,
The water is cold,
The wind is hard,
And the road never ends.

In my world,
There are no losers.
Only competitors
still on their way,
And spectators
waiting to be inspired.

In my world,
Victory is not weighed in gold,
But in determination and courage.

In my world,
There are no boundaries,
No limits,
There is no end.
Every day is the last day of my life,
And the first.

In my world,
The word "can't" does not exist,
And nothing is impossible.

by Olivier Blanchard

 

This poem makes me very jealous. I find this poem inspiring and I am jealous because I wish I could write like this. I wish I could write poems or stories or anything! And make it flow like this does, or half as make it inspiring as this is. Those are my jealous interest. I am also jealous of one of my friends because he drives a really nice car.

Pointless Thoughts About Blogs

I was thinking about doing my blog post and I realized I didn’t want to because I would have to get all sad. I started thinking, why did I have to get all sad? Then I realized why. To have a blog that people like and will read you have to make it depressing and sad, and we all want a blog that is liked, so we get sad! I think this is very very stupid. Why can’t I write a happy post and have it be liked? I know somebody did a post on this way back in the year but I don’t remember who it was so sorry, but not sorry because you are right! I don’t want to have to get all sad while I type my post. And that is the extent of my thoughts on this subject. The End.

My Schizophrenic Social Club

me: I hurt.  This is a good enough workout for today.

myself: no its not. You need to push harder.

me: I just need a little break. Maybe just a 5 second stop.

myself: do you want to be comfortable now or make state?

me: make state.

myself: then why are you even thinking of resting?

me: it won’t make that much of a difference right?

myself: how far off were you last year?

me: …. about .14 seconds.

myself: every second you rest makes a difference.

me: why are you always right?

myself: cause I know better than you do.

me: I hate you.

myself: you’ll love me when we take regions

me: meh… maybe

Funny Chairs

Man Chair

This is the Man Chair in his natural habitat, the Man Cave.

How To Love

Tourism 101

10 Quick and Easy Steps To Be A Tourist

1.       Write a post to make your football buddies laugh

2.       Tell more than 2 people which blog is yours

3.       make 3 or more sexual comments is class

4.       make your post a paragraph long

5.       Think that a paragraph is still 3 sentences

6.       Disrespect nelson

7.       Do all of your extra five the night before

8.       Be too cool for school

9.       Don’t read the princess bride

10.   Only ever write one page in your journal, if you do it at all

Critique

I was told if I didn’t know what to write about I should pick a post and write about it.  I am choosing Ann Ominous’ black out poetry post.  I have 2 thoughts about this, I wish I could be creative like that, and how does she find the time to do it? I got home from school today at 1:15 and haven’t stopped doing homework yet.  It is currently 5 o clock.   So props to her. Go read her blog, or any of the blogs on the right.  They are all fantastic.

Black Out Poetry

 

kids have hearts of poets

and romantic times

live in them.

-daily herald

(sorry it is facing the wrong way)

 

the heart of families

is sacrifice

-daily herald

 

HELP

I truly have no idea what to write about. I started on like 3 or 4 ideas, got a couple lines in, then either decided that they were crap or ran out of stuff to say.  I am 100% lost right now. So if all of you hundreds of kids that read my blog (funny right?) could comment on ideas for next time, I would love you forever.

Odd stuff from my brain

 

I remember the 2nd time I learned to ride a bike because the first time it didn’t stick.

 

I remember living with my grandparents because we didn’t have a house.

 

I remember going to the red rock brewery with my dad, sitting at the bar, and feeling like a man. drinking my root beer

 

I remember the spaghetti I got there. It was divine.

 

I remember the "boys nights" to the jazz games.

 

I remember being afraid of my older brother.

 

I remember wish every day that we had a relationship that was real.

 

I remember the first time I ever held her hand.

 

I remember the first time I kissed her.

 

I remember how happy I am whenever I am with her.

 

I remember how amazing she is.

 

I remember how she is always there for me.

 

I remember thinking the raiders won the super bowl in 02.

 

I remember the day (last week) when I found out they actually lost.

 

I remember getting told “I’m proud of you” and how happy I was but how much I could show it.

 

I remember the first funeral I went to and how it was last year.

 

I remember when I found out he would never be in class again.

 

I remember how we used to crack jokes sophomore year.

 

I remember all of the sadness.

 

I remember how much I hate sadness.

 

Some things I dont want to remember

Heros

Have you ever seen the show Heros?  If you have, you understand this picture, if not, go watch in and you will. It is a really good show, and it is on netflix, so go watch it!
-Johnny Boy

One Word

 Fire. Bonfire. friends. Later. Homework.

 Why. Pointless. Pencils. ACT. Crap. Pain.

 Good. Working out. Coach. Why. BYU.

 Utah. Yeah. Win. Rock. Rocks. Hiking.

 St George. George. Curious. Yellow. Hat.

 lid. Drink. I’m thirsty. Water. Swimming.

 Party. Pools. Muffins. Costco. Pizza. Hungry.

 Really. Extremely. Famished. FOOOOOOD.

 Pringles. Bye.

Tourism

I am really tired and really bad at making poems soooo I am not going to. I am gunna be a tourist for this post. I don’t want to be given direct orders because I want to be free. I do what I want when I want with who I want! Yeah!!! Sorry nelson but it is just too early for poems.
 

 

This was my first direct orders post.  In my defense it was really early in the morning and I was rushed for time.
 
On a completely random but related note I have always wondered how much of a tourist am I? a little, a lot, I never really knew.  But after I did this post (and forgot to get credit) I felt guilty all day. I felt like I had let myself and nelson down. So I went back and fixed it.
 
The whole point of this post is that I guess I am not that much of a tourist.  I am not trying to brag, I just thought it was interesting so I decided it is my blog, I will post it. Sorry if you feel like the 30 seconds you took to read this was a waste and you will never get it back.



Direct Orders

You have been given direct orders to rock out.

Rock out like you just chose the million dollar case, like your dad just came back from Iraq.

rock out like you’re a ginger and you have a soul.

Rock out you just found out that your long lost son isn’t so long and lost, like you are the one you love have 2 plane tickets to anywhere or everywhere.

Rock out like it is going out of style, like the school bell just rang an hour early and your substitute doesn’t know it is wrong, like you have a full tank of gas and an empty freeway with the speed limit being the wonderful the sign of infinity.

Rock out like your phone just stopped ringing and you can do what YOU want.

Rock out like Anis Mojgani just stole your poem, like you have 3 months to end but the world ends in 2 and a half, like there is something to eat.

ROCK OUT BECAUSE YOU CAN

Derek Redmond

I dont know why I am posting this. But I dont know what to do for my extra and it is a cool.

Duct tape

Duct tape cant fix broken I phone screens

Duct tape cant fix the fact that life moves way to fast

Duct tape cant fix school

Duct tape cant fix how long school is

Duct tape cant fix how bad school sucks

Duct tape cant fix how much I don’t want to go back

Duct tape cant fix pain

Duct tape cant fix world hunger

Duct tape cant fix Al Qaeda’s hate for America

Duct tape cant fix tourists

Duct tape cant fix fear

Duct tape cant fix death

Duct tape cant fix Alzheimer’s

Duct tape cant fix rusty old bikes

Duct tape cant fix the past

Duct tape cant fix me

blue eyes and cotton balls

Things I don’t like/hate

·         School

·         Hipsters (no offence but you scare me)

·         Death

·         Life

·         Gas prices

·         Terrorist

·         Canada

·         Anger

·         Disappointment

·         My home

·         Stress

·         Pressure

·         Expectations

·         Failing

·         The word “failure”

·         Losing

·         Losing her (would kill me)

·         Hate

·         Regret

·         Lies

·         Judgments

·         Cotton balls

 Things I like/love

·         Summer

·         Warmth

·         Living

·         Her

·         The U.S. of A

·         Music

·         Driving

·         Happiness

·         Cars

·         Friends

·         Relaxation

·         The sun

·         Reading

·         Math

·         Hiking

·         Guns

·         Sleep

·         Conversations

·         Blue eyes

·         Dogs

·         Love

·         Acceptance