yay

got my first smart phone.  we'll see how this works out.

Got Tagged

So Mister Anthrope happenedly tagged on me, decided to tag me.  It's a chore to play he game, I'll answer the questions because I'm bored and vain.

And I just lost.  Now let us begin

1. What part of the country/world are you from and do you like its weather?
 ~I'm from the NW of the continental US and my feelings towards the weather are up in the air.~

2. If you could spend a week anywhere on Earth, where would you go?
~Space camp, so I could get off it.~

3. What's your favorite film- why?
~Kodak, it's a classic.~

4. Which celebrity/athlete/world leader would you like to meet (first name that pops in your head!)?
~Kim Kardasian to make a sex tape wirth.~

5) Monster truck or Mini Cooper?
~Are we playing chicken or going mudding?  Oh wait.  Monster Truck.~

6) What was your worst subject in school?
~Now that I think about it...  I never once struggled.  US history was a little bit hard to care about because... let's face it, there are wars that have lasted longer than our country.~

7) If you could transform your favorite hobby/pastime into a career, you'd be a professional what?
~I wouldn't be a professional, I'd have found a way to sell relaxing on a beach.~

8) You wake up tomorrow and discover you've suddenly become a pro wrestler...what's your theme
song/entrance music going to be? 
~I got distracted on this question by going through my music and then I heard a really good song and hadn't broken my guitar out forever, bt I only played for a little bit cuz I spent forever tuning it.  Then I was hungry but there were no clean dishes so I washed all the dishes and cleaned the whole kitchen and then came back here and remembered I wasn't done with this post, but now I'm still hungry because I never ended up getting anything to eat.  But my intro would be Contra by the Schoolyard Heroes.~

9) Opinions on nationalism?
~As much money as it would cost to end world hunger for a YEAR is spent by the world on military expenses every WEEK.  Could we just have like a "peace week" once a year to get rid of this whole starving babies thing?~
(^that's a little abstract, but basically I'm saying pride in your nation is pointless because it only leads to conflict.  And where you are born is random.)

10) How do you kill time whenever there's a power outage?
~Go or stay outside.~

11) Jesus VS Darth Vader...who wins the battle of the midi-chlorians?!
~Chuck Norris.~

 And now I have a question for you, whoever ma read this.

Why do you blog?

I had a dream last night that I was sitting in dirt and grass with my back against a fence and yelling into the night sky.  It felt good to yell and scream even louder, so I kept going and soon, yelling wasn't enough and I was howling up at the moon.  I was trying to get somewhere, to hit a certain pitch or raise a certain decibel, but I couldn't get to it.  It was like my voice was being squelched and something was holding me back.  I knew I was capable of being louder, but at the moment, it seemed impossible despite everything I tried.

I woke up and wanted to remember the dream, but it quickly slipped away.  But just now, a few hours later, I began to howl and I don't know why, but the dream just came back.

What I do know why, is why I cannot howl as loud as I want.
Because when I am awake, I am not alone by myself in a field.  When I am awake I am in society and cultural expectations.  I've heard that true freedom is a state of mind... but I just can't wait to run through the forest and howl and be free.

better things to do

When we squeeze tight our eyes,
and scream into black skies,
do the gods hear our cries,
do they care for our lives?

Or do they just wish,
to dispel the myth,
that all our petty problems,
are all they have to deal with.



The irony of the title is meant for the poem, not for my lack of posting~ :] I haven't been on much lately.  What can I say?  I'm getting reacquainted with life.

I still love you all and will probably be on more often as things start to fall back into routine.

<3

being home

Being home is nice.
doing whatever I like.
Seeing home trends,
Meeting old friends,
Things seem like they'll be alright.

So yeah

If I could edit all my memories,
I'd delete all of my friends,
And keep all of my enemies.

And on that note~

It seems that I cannot comment on anyone's pages =/  I've been trying for about a month now, getting on at different times and whatnot.  So sorry if it seems that I am not very generous when we make blog love.  There are a few people that I'd like to say hi to though.  People whose blogs I've repeatedly failed at commenting on~

Mr Anthropy, thank you for your support and comments :]  I can't listen to the songs you've recently posted, but you look cool in your picture.  Happy Halloween!

AllenTesch, your blog always makes me chuckle.  Congrats on your small screen debut.  You are a six letter word for Unrelated.

Mr. Pope, I really enjoy your blog and I think you are completely awesome.  Your posts make me laugh every time.

Melanie, I enjoy your posts, though it makes me sad that I cannot try any recipies until I get home :(  Mostly, you just make me hungry for good food.

Jessica, Where the hell did you go?  Your blog always makes me think.  I hate you for getting more comments than me even when you haven't posted for a month~

ComeatmeBro, I enjoy your tech news.  There's been a few things I've wanted to comment on, and it makes me pull my hair out that I can't!  marblecake

SubRadarMike, I like your style and thanks for all the fun tunes to listen to :]

It's not that I don't read your blogs, it's just that I can't comment =/  Honestly, reading your blogs is one of the few things I ever get to do for entertainment out here and it makes me feel a little more connected to the outside world.  I hope you all keep it up, and thanks for all your support :) 

Once upon a time, there were scribbles on a page.
And those scribbles grew, and Grew, and GREW, until they became words.
And it might sound absurd, but those words became rhymes.
And as the rhymes began to make sense, their lines became statements.
And the state of their mentality was to take logical fallacies and make their abnormalities just stop and go away.
I'm not going to say, that all I do is rite.
But writing wrongs and righting songs is how I choose to fight.