Monday, November 26, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
THIS IS WHAT KEEPS ME GOING.
I remember when I stayed up all night with my brother putting our Lego set together. I remember when my dad would take the kids and we would pretend the car was a rocket ship and drive crazy.
I remember when me and my brother would sleep in the kitchen. I remember when my siblings and I would fall asleep on our pull out couch, watching Peter Pan.
I remember when I traded my friends a Chalamander for a Charizard. I remember when my brother was the Pokemon trainer and I was the Pokemon. I remember when me and my friend Ben found a snake in my back yard and had my dad catch it so we could touch it. I remember the tree in my backyard that I would climb everyday. I remember the pop machine down the road. I always got root beer.
I remember when my family was poor but we were happy. I remember the lights when my dad would take the family for a ride when life was moving too fast. I remember the door that had a chime because my brother would steal my parents money and stick it into the hole in the door.
I remember when life was simple and all I had to worry about is what I wanted. I remember when my friend gave me a Chinese dagger and I chopped off all my sister's barbie doll's heads and then I accidentally stabbed my hand. I remember when I went to kindergarten and at recess I would swing on the swings and stare at the sun.
I remember when I would go camping with my dad and there was a moose outside our tent. I remember when I caught my first fish on my own. I remember hiking at night with my dad and watching the stars.
I remember when we would go over to my grandma's every Sunday. I remember when my aunts and uncles weren't mad at everyone. I remember Thanksgiving dinners and BYU football. I remember my dad coaching tee-ball. I remember going to work with my dad and getting bored until I found the water dispenser.
These are some of my memories. Nostalgic.
I remember when me and my brother would sleep in the kitchen. I remember when my siblings and I would fall asleep on our pull out couch, watching Peter Pan.
I remember when I traded my friends a Chalamander for a Charizard. I remember when my brother was the Pokemon trainer and I was the Pokemon. I remember when me and my friend Ben found a snake in my back yard and had my dad catch it so we could touch it. I remember the tree in my backyard that I would climb everyday. I remember the pop machine down the road. I always got root beer.
I remember when my family was poor but we were happy. I remember the lights when my dad would take the family for a ride when life was moving too fast. I remember the door that had a chime because my brother would steal my parents money and stick it into the hole in the door.
I remember when life was simple and all I had to worry about is what I wanted. I remember when my friend gave me a Chinese dagger and I chopped off all my sister's barbie doll's heads and then I accidentally stabbed my hand. I remember when I went to kindergarten and at recess I would swing on the swings and stare at the sun.
I remember when I would go camping with my dad and there was a moose outside our tent. I remember when I caught my first fish on my own. I remember hiking at night with my dad and watching the stars.
I remember when we would go over to my grandma's every Sunday. I remember when my aunts and uncles weren't mad at everyone. I remember Thanksgiving dinners and BYU football. I remember my dad coaching tee-ball. I remember going to work with my dad and getting bored until I found the water dispenser.
These are some of my memories. Nostalgic.
Friday, October 26, 2012
ONE WORD
Frustration. Foundation. Pressure. Games. Girls. Love. Questions. Answers. Comments. Blogs. Paris. Nelson. Dreams. Problems. Family. Friends. Team. Work. Effort. Desire. Passion. Ambition. Motivation. Music. Artists. BANKSY. Freedom. Grafitti. Change. Life. Good. Bad. Bold. Dull. Strong. Weak. Opposition. Black. White. Segregation. Martin. Luther. King. Jr. History. Childhood. Nostalgia. Tears. Fears. Lost. Cold. Antarctica. Snow. Ski. Adrenaline. Blood. Pumping. Wishing. Flying. Seeing. Believing. Emotion. Consuming. Food. Water. Hunger. Thirst. Needs. Earth. Movement. Space.
Direct Orders
Be yourself don't rock out like other people. Rock out like you want to rock out. Be who you want to be and do what you want to do. The only thing that really matters in the end is if your happy. Stop caring about your image. Stop caring about what others like. Do what you do...
Monday, October 15, 2012
What the people say...
I've always heard that you are a very creative person if you can find a thousand ways to use duct tape. I think the more creative person thinks of a million ways not to use duct tape. Duct tape is a lazy way of saying you fixed something, you are just holding something together with adhesive. It's like if anything falls apart the first thing people think of is duct tape. If you use duct tape you are not creative.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Death and T-shirts
You never really know how much you love something until its gone. But when its gone its too late, theres no going back. Your once peaceful life breaks into a darkness gulf filled with useless tears. Your life soon comes overwhelmed of what if's. What if I would of talked to him and just asked him how he was doing. If only I would of smiled at her. If only I would of let you known that I would be there for you. If only I told you how I really feel about you.
When I go running to help and relieve my pain I see nostalgic memories of us as kids and it only makes it worst. When I check on your family to see if I could be of some comfort I find your mom folding your T-shirts into a box. Nobody said life would be easy. I ask myself if the rest of my life is going to be like this? I can only think of what you could have been if only you were still here. If only you could find the stories of hope that were covered by despair.
When I go running to help and relieve my pain I see nostalgic memories of us as kids and it only makes it worst. When I check on your family to see if I could be of some comfort I find your mom folding your T-shirts into a box. Nobody said life would be easy. I ask myself if the rest of my life is going to be like this? I can only think of what you could have been if only you were still here. If only you could find the stories of hope that were covered by despair.
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