I’m done with this blog.

I’ve had my fun. But I suppose my words aren’t worth it anymore, expecially in the eyes of certain… influencial people in my life. At their request, I am to stop blogging immediately.

I will not disobey that. So i’ll just encourage you to find other blogs.

like the blog of one of my friends from All-state, who I met because i was talkinga bout rotc and he approached me and asked about it. He and I have… similar lives; and I think he might just be the z-coordinate in my life. xD Anyway, his blog is staphenmthompson.wordpress.com .

Also, you might want to check out the blogs os my friend shane taboo-shane.blogspot.com , or my friend James, mrjameskally.blogspot.com . Maybe you’ll even look at the blog of the lovely mrs. danger! mrsdanger.wordpress.com

Wow, I’m a dork… but i guess this is how the world would remeber me, so I will not pretend that I want to change who i really am.

I won’t.
i will.

And no, that is not contradictory. If you are my realy firrend you’ll know what that means.

Three Things

Professional:
a fickle thought.
Something I ought
to be.

Formality:
a training game
to show the flame
in calm.

Happiness
a hopeless dream;
or faithful gleam
I see.

Dignity.

What do I think of anything?
Nothing has an answer.
Everything is shrouded in mystery;
A hidden strife, protected.

A rhyme scheme is broken
As the mind wanders,
Trying to make sense
Of what it knows.

The mind takes a blow,
And its dreams implode.
Till the only hope
is a tear and a blog.

Couplet

I have not written poetry;
It’s too much fun to play with Wii.

The Cliché of the Day

This is completely cliché, but what the hell:
I shall turn in my math homework.
I will work out more than I do… (Wii Fit just looks cool anyway)
I will conduct myself the way I should.
I will stop being angry that my Wal-mart gift card didn’t work, so I couldn’t get the damn strips.
I will smile once in a while.

a Dream…

I had quite a dream last night…
My best friend from not long ago was in my Spoanish class (which we don’t have together) and sat in front of me.
He got bored, asked me what time it was.
I was wearing some sort of right-handed watch, but on my right hand; the vertival line would draw at ten O-clock on top…
I told him the time (9:43) and then we just started talking for the hell of it.
soon he holds out his hand in the one gesture I had never seen from him.
He gave a half-heart… expecting it to be completed.
I did so, then I woke up.

Odd…

Something I Found In My SD Card

I have so much I’m thinking about, but so little knowledge of what to write. This post, as I envision it, will consist of a chain of random thoughts that may or may not be interlaced with: intricacies, metaphors, Spanish, insights, psychology, and the like.

This evening, the chorus and the advanced orchestra sang at the Cape Canaveral Hospital; though it seemed beforehand that we would not be able to pull it off, the group amazingly pulled it together last-minute. Ho and I were the pianists and I was told by multiple people that they were expecting me to burst into a piano solo. Go figure.

Anyway, I’ve decided that I will not take chorus next year for the sake of IB. I really don’t want to have to stay in IB… In all honesty, I’m looking at maybe yes or maybe no taking it. It all boils down to what those admissions officers at FIT, Annapolis, and Stetson think. Also, as many of you who knew me before I was wrapped up in the dreams of music, I love psychology and am again looking at pursuing it, settling as a music teacher later.

And This from the Living Room

Damn, it is cool having Opera on the Wii. That is all.

parallel univurs: ur doin it wrong

I started this post like I was going to write a novel. I have so much free time now, what with school not happening for a while and no nearby friends to tend to.

Of course, it was going to be about me in an alternate reality–that is, where I am the one everyone wants but I have a girlfriend and am perfectly happy. I was getting on my way to a national piano competition, just having come from a drill competition. As could be expected from me, the first line was “Fuck!” as I had pricked myself trying to put a mini-medal on my tux jacket and still get to the performance on time. Who else is there to greet me but my beautiful girlfriend–the one with beautiful blue eyes and a very heavy reliance on the color blue. It seems as if she radiates blue sometimes, according to my description.

I erased all of what I wrote, though. I was using too many of the same mechanics over and over, and I kept changing tenses without even indication tht it was subjunctive–it looked more like a vignette-novella in the style of E.E. Cummings. Absolute rubbish unless your intent is to anylze it or read it for the beauty of the words. Besides, I used way too many em dashes, parenthesis, and semicolons, and described way too much–kind of like i’m doing now.

To be blunt, it was not good, nor was it shaping out to be well.
I guess I can only write poetry anymore… I wonder where my writing talent went.

Fragments / Flee

A fragment of every passing time
Builds up, as if committing a crime;
The culprit is always stealing a life.
Stress: a stalker, dealing in strife.

The blade passes through the heart with glee;
No suffering shall overtake; for flee
Is the option taken by many.
A permanent solution, perfect for any.