Commodity is Dead

Thank you Jack Johnson. I wish I still lived next to you.

I stare at the box in front of me with peace boiling in my chest. It wants to explode and share itself with the world. And it will.

But through me. Later. It's mine for now.

What's the point of hatred? I feel contradictory because I hate the feeling. But I hate hating, so I still hate just like the rest of you. But I still love you. Every one of you.

Suppose that we all could understand eachother for one day? Could avoid the judgement and silence the whispers behind others backs that you know are being said about you and others? The girl's books just spread out over the floor. You know your hands will get stepped on if you help her, but because you'v already seen the smile on her face that warms the whole school you don't notice the pain or dirt that's on them.

We are all as lonely as we want to be. There's no use in stopping. But nobody ever told me not to.
Rise above the "rules". Not thinking if you're stupid for showing kindness. Just do it. Because being kind isn't stupid as you and I think. 

So what if she's got black hair? She's not depressed. In fact...I'm happier looking at her than I am at you. Let's go say hi.

He's dancing in the hallway...wow! I had no idea people could jump that high!
She's a genius. Could you help me with my math? You're into pokemon? Dude you just brought back half my childhood!

Who's to say whats impossible? We forgot the world keeps spinning, and I can feel a change in everything.

The Ultimate Problem

Kid Cudi or Eminem...hmmmm...my head hurts...Somebody  figure this out for me please?

I Figured It Out!

Well I made an awesome discovery. I'm in such a better mood throughout the whole day when I actually get 8 or more hours of sleep!

Who would'v known huh? Never would'v thought that sleep could make me happier.
So my resolution? Start going to bed at 9:30. At least for this year. When I don't have to get up for seminary next year I'll get even more sleep. Then I'll be even happier, and not just because I got more sleep!

Courage

Would you look at all that distance...

I've got insurance right? Yea? All right C'ya!

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Feels good to not worry about any consequences. If I crash...Oh well.                

4 Months

Well that was fast...4 months already. Good months too. Maybe I'll ask her if she wants to do something for our "Anneversary"...even if I can't spell it right.

She'll love what I do. I hope. But then again the fact that I'm writing this could annoy her. Her parents don't know after all and we both want to keep it that way. As a matter of fact why AM I writing this...oh yeah I need blog posts.

Dinner it is. Chicken Cordon Bleu with rice and broccoli. Strawberry Cheesecake for dessert. Except I'll cook it. I'm a good chef and she loves my food. Wish me luck!

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

I look to my left. The same placid picture that was there two minutes ago still plasters the mosaic. Maybe it will change if I check in another two.

Right. Same response. Oh wait no! Somebody new came along...never mind. She just changed clothes.

I look down. Back up. 

Slightly back down again. The wax has grown shorter. Not surprising. But still there's hope. 

"What? Oh yes...another glass please."

Hmmm....same bitter taste. Good year though. Haven't seen 1920's in awhile. Oh...gone again already. 

"Waiter! Oh you left the bottle? How kind of you."

Then something hard hits my head...

Someone taps my shoulder. The restaurant is closing. I look down. Back up. 

Slightly back down. Look at that, stained table cloth with an empty glass next to it. Some klutz must have knocked it over. Oh wait...drool marks. I'm the klutz. He says there's no need to pay for tonight. Another kind gentleman.Unlike so many.

He didn't come. How could he? He was probably busy. But then again...no he wasn't. He even said he wasn't. That's why he could come tonight. Or should have anyway.

Muffled sound. "Yes please..."

Into a car. Slight motion sickness. Up the driveway. Handing the stranger my key. 

Up the stairs.

Falling.

Covers are pulled over me. "Thank you sir."

Hmmm...treated like another human being. One species helping their own. Like it should be.

Where did all the people like him go? 

How We Think

Did you know that there is a set eye pattern that defines how we think and what were thinking about? My friend found this out from somebody and we tried it out. Not only did it completely work, but it was impossible to do not do it (at least for him.)

When we think and attempt to answer a question our eyes move a lot. We don't ever think about it because it's the natural thing to do, but I've never realized it until he actually told me it. There's a specific pattern to it too.
Up Left: You're making a list of possibilities in answer to that question.
Up Right: You're envisioning yourself put into that situation so that you can answer the question "first hand."
Up Straight: You're struck by sudden inspiration that you know without a doubt will work.
Left to Right: You're drawing on experiences or knowledge from the past that others have told you.
Any Downward Direction: You're thinking based on the emotions that you feel about that subject.

After reading this list we found out that this is completely true. Our eyes never stop moving when we think. the upward category was based on the left side, or analytical part of your brain. Any downward direction was associated with the right half, or creative side of your brain.

It's also nearly impossible to keep your eyes completely still when answering a question. You either won't be able to come up with a sincere answer (or none at all), or you wont be able to keep your eyes from moving. I was able to do it, but every other person that we tested this on wasn't able to keep their eyes still when we asked them a question that required them to think.

Try it sometime. You'll be surprised.

Jealousy

I Spied My Shadow Slinking-By Jack Prelutsky

I spied my shadow slinking
up behind me in the night.
I issued it a challenge,
and we started into fight.

I wrestled with that shadow,
but it wasn't any fun.
I tried my very hardest-
all the same, my shadow won.

This is a poem from my not too distant childhood. Fond memories of playing the added demos of the "Green Eggs and Ham" computer game spring up whenever I read this poem. I can reiterate the exact tone and animations from the game that have forever been indented into my memory.

All the same, there are feelings of resentment with reminiscing memories that come to mind when reading this poem. I envy those with more youth than I, with no other cares outside of whether they will play soccer or basketball for recess tomorrow.

If only I could return to the time of elementary school, with my original teachers and all the friends that grew 3 1/2 feet in my absence from them. What fun it would be to go back to childhood; to be as ignorant as you could possibly get and be able to face the world only with a smile and a Tootsie Pop to accompany it.

Whats college? Oh well, I get to go to Seven Peaks tomorrow. Test? You mean that thing where we put spelling words on yellow paper? Those are easy, all I had to do was watch Mary Poppins for the bonus word. Yes mom I practiced my cursive after school today can I go out to play football now?

It's too true: aging and worry are completely proportionate. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be kept a child forever...
Then again...what if not?