False Praises

I could write about how much my life sucks and probably get a hundred comments on my blog, praise from the class, and make it to Mr. Nelsons hall of fame.

or

I could write about how I love my life and how much God has done for me and get ignored.

Freak Out

Freak out like you are with your friends and your parents aren't there to stop you. Freak out like you have 5 minutes until to live until you reach the gallows. Freak out like you are are home alone and you don't have to wear pants. Freal out like a school of fish in the deep blue sea. Like you successfully stole a pencil from a kid you said you would only "borrow" it from. Freak out like they just made everyday Taco Tuesday. Freak out like a child that has a big box of Otter-Pops in the summer time. Freak out like a fish that escaped the hook. Freak out like a high school drop out just made a million dollars. Freak out like the love of your life just said "I do." Freak out like a ratchet girl just arrived at KFC.

Things To Do With A Girlfriend

The things in in this post are not necessarily things that I want to do but more of things to do.

• Make a scrapbook with each other of each other
• Cut each others hair
• Bake a pound cake 
• Give each other fake tattoos with sharpies
• Take Zumba classes
• Make out to B.O.B.
• Break the law
• Donate blood
• Attend a sporting event
• Ride horses
• Walk on the beach
• Candlelight dinner
• Rock out to smooth Barry White
• Teach her a skill
• Go to a midnight premiere 

Broken Dreams and Duct Tape

A broken dream cannot be fixed with duct tape. Nor can it fix a missed opportunity. Duct tape can't fix dry lips or a bad haircut. It can't fix a warm bottle of water that was once cold but sat in your car too long. It can't stop some students from being tourists. It can't stop a car accident or a house fire. It will never change the fact that my dad is bald. Duct tape will never change my attitude about math class. It won't change my short temper. It can't prevent black lung, restless leg syndrome, or cancer. Duct tape can't bring back Sean Taylor. It won't fix me wanting to be a pansy around big groups, girls, big girls in groups....  People say duct tape can fix anything but its all a lie. Duct tape can't fix most things.

Cope With Depression

"I have looked in the mirror every morning and asks myself, "if today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" Whenever the answer has been no for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something." - Steve Jobs

Things To Do When Depressed

Switch things up from your normal routine.

Watch a movie you have never seen before

Get to know someone new. Hear their story.

Go on a walk/drive with a good friend and reminisce old memories.

Relive your childhood.

Face a fear.

Go on a late night run in the dark.

Turn off your phone. Cut yourself off from the outside world.

Give someone a hug.

Learn a new skill.

Freestyle rap to instrumentals.

Write a friend a letter.

Dance around the room.

Serve somebody.

Pray.

Digging For an Answer

Sometimes I wish I still had the opportunity to sit him down and dissect what went on in that radio full of static some would call a brain. Ask him a hand full of questions that would most likely bore him to death. That is all me ever talking to him would do anyways. Bore him to death. Regardless of how brutal this would be I had to ask him just a few questions.

I would walk right up to him and tell him that we needed to talk. Knowing him he would try to make a joke out of this in order to escape the tug of the rope woven with my questions that I now had him tied up in. He would say,"what now? This sounds too much like we are in a relationship."

That is just what I am trying to save. Our relationship.

I would lead him in to a dark cold interrogation room. Let him sit down in a hard aluminum chair. Shine that bright light in his face to add to the seriousness that I want to inhibit.

I would pull up a chair right next to him. Knees almost touching. Giving him no area between us to mold his answers into what I want to hear. I would look him straight in those eyes that were once filled with joy. Now with sorrow and pain. I would first pose him the question, "what do you live for?" Im sure he would have a response. A list full of x, y, and z. I would then say, "why do live for those things?" He would most likely would be able to answer that one as well. I then say, "Are those things good?" Hopefully he would say, "yeah those things are good."

Now I have to find out where he gets his standard of good. All standards have to come from somewhere. If there is no standard of good and evil than what is he living for? What is the point of having dreams and aspirations if your not doing it for good. Not trying to fulfill anything. 

I never needed him to be perfect. I just wish I could of helped him realize the path consequences that his actions lead him on sooner. 

If your not trying to fulfill anything. Having no standard of good and bad. What are you living for?