Care?

Who cares? Do you care? Most of us are pretty good at pretending to care. Does it actually matter to

you? Do you actually care about that sad puppy on facebook? I guess the fact that you hit 'like' means

 that you do right...? Good job. You made a difference. I check my blog more than facebook these

days. I care about that. I'd rather hear a comment about something important I wrote than about how

your Sadie's date was. Do we care about politics or do we just care that people think that we care. If

you cared then maybe you would run for office because nothing else is working. Leave the politics to

the debate kids because that's enough pretend carers. Care care care care care care. I've now said that

word a lot and it has no meaning. But who cares anyway. If highschool cliques end after highschool,

then who cares how I act. But do they go away in the real world? I don't think so, but I hope so. I care

about you.
                                             

                                                  




                                                 



                                                 

                                                         

                                                        





                                      



                                                         




                                                





                                                   


                                                    
                                                            


                                                 

My yellow Lego house

I built on these bricks

A yellow Lego house.

We lived on these bricks

You were quiet as a mouse.

We had guests on these bricks

One without a spouse.

We ate on these bricks

But never brussell sprouts.

You died on these bricks

You left me petrified.

I cried on these bricks

Till there was nothing left inside.

I tried on these bricks

To bring you back to life.

I was tied to those bricks

Like Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde.





In the bricks is where you and I reside.

....

I've decided to give up on attempting to express my thoughts and ideas through writing. It's too hard to be as indie as everyone wants you to be.

Seriously though... You deep indie writers have the most peculiar writing styles. To be honest, I don't understand what you're saying half of the time, and I even doubt that you know what you're saying. Do you know? Sounds like gibberish to me.

Since when did you have to be utterly insane and twisted to be a good writer? Who was the first man to look at an incredibly abstract piece of literature and say "Holy crap this is good"? Because it seems that as soon as he said that, everyone else was just like "uuuuurrrr.. Okay :P this is gooooood sturrrf".
It's not good stuff. Why cant beautiful literature be completely understandable? Why do I have to become an alcoholic to understand what beauty is?

NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY TALENT!! YOU'RE HARDLY SPEAKING ENGLISH!! Sorry.... I didn't mean to blow up like that. You guys are very talented. I guess I'm just mad that I can't understand what you're saying. Teach me??

Writing is beautiful.

Question It

"Difference of opinion leads to inquiry, and inquiry to truth" -Thomas Jefferson


Critical thinking. It's important. Stay curious my friends.

For you

 

My original journal entry from class:

I'm thinking about you like Coldplay thinks aboout clocks.

Like cars think about open road.

Like rings think about fingers (don't be gross about that one).

I'm thinking about you like my fingertips think about steel.

Like my baby sister thinks about the backyardigans.

Like a hipster thinks about H&M.

I'm thinking about you like buttercup thinks about Westley.

Like Humperdink thinks about the hunt.

Like Fezzik thinks about ryhmes.

I'm thinking about you like you think about him.

Like he thinks about her.

Like she thinks about me.

I'm thinking about you like radios think about white noise.

Like brush thinks about tooth.

Like cameras think about every passing moment.

I'm thinking about you like nobody thought was possible.

But I'm not thinking about you like you think about me.

Inspiration

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1tbX_NJn98

I know that you can't watch this at school, and I'm sorry that I'm not intelligent enough to know how to make it so, but please please take the time to go home and watch it. You won't be disappointed.

Miedo

Okay.... Now I don't want to sound like an overconfident jerk, but I'm not afraid of the silly things that most people are. Well... when I say not afraid, I just mean that I'm not terrified to a ridiculous extent. I don't have any silly phobias. Sure, I cry a little bit inside when that massive spider disappears under my bed, but after a second of worry, I realize that it's no big deal. I'll be afraid to go talk to a pretty girl, but I'm always to get some perspective and tell myself, "what the heck, who gives a darn" (pardon my french).

So, if I'm able to go bungee jumping if it so pleased me, why am I afraid of this one thing? This one thing that will remain unnamed is what I fear may hold me back for the rest of my life. It is the one thing that could set me free and unlock the gateway to all of my dreams. So why do I fear it? Because it is also the thing that could cause the destruction of all of my hopes and expectations. It's an all or nothing deal. You get one or the other, but never both. It involves risking everything, even though you have nothing to lose but your own personal pride. Anyway it's late so I'm off. See ya in the next post. That is, if you're even reading this. Oh and if you are reading this, you are incredible. Thanks mate.
Cheerio.
Oh ya,
I'm afraid to try.