Happy Dorky

Hey all. So thanks for some response, good to know that my ranting doesn't go unnoticed. :) All right, so I spent the last week at a University for a summer writing camp, and no it's not nerdy. Well actually it is, but it's also a ton of fun. Thing is though with this writing camp I can't come back next year as a student because I graduated this year, so instead I asked the Prof. if I could teach a poetry lesson. And his reply was a very happy 'Yes' so know I am also very happy, it's awesome to think that I will be able to give a little of my knowledge to other young adults who find such love in writing. Any who I guess I should add a little something on to this, so enjoi :)

Jammies on Saturday morning,
    the T.V. set to
                  cartoons.
  Burnt toast and Kraft
Dinner are the only things
       you'll find in my
    cookbook.
But you say it's all
                      right. Because these
    are the things
you love.
      And even though I'm a
 dork. I'm your
                Dork.

Losing it

Alright. There has got to be something wrong with people. What the hell makes them feel entitled to rip you apart. What gives them the right to beat you to the ground, and leave you to bleed. It would be nice if Karma would just shut up for a second and leave me in peace. Maybe then I could sort this out, maybe then everything would finally make sense.

Lost hope.
Lost faith.
Lost any sense of direction.
Lost life.
Lost love.
Lost all sense of communcation.
Losty dreams.
Lost courage.
Lost any sense of humanity.

A Ranting Raving Life

So I know ya'll are used to me writing stories and poems and what not, and a little bit of info, but today I think you'll just be getting a blog. The past little while has been odd, I went to Cuba with my Grad class and we had an awesome time. For the most part. Then we get back and all hell breaks loose. At this moment I wish I could have seen into the future, cause dealing with all this shit is ridiculous (and yes, I don't know how to spell that). There are moments in everyone's lives when they struggle with who they are and where they are going, and people around them usually understand that. However when me and a friend got into a fight, they used it against me. I said I needed to sort things out with myself before I could sort things out with them. Which I think is a legit idea, I would rather know who I am before I pull them into the mix, otherwise it seems like it could be a disaster. Apparently they don't understand this though, and now are broad casting to the world and saying that I'm things I hoped never to be called by a 'friend'.

If they understood where I was coming from maybe it would be different. But the time of day is rather short, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I think that's enough of my ranting.

In a month and a half I will be moving out to go to university. I hope to be living with my Best friend and her awesome family. It's crazy to think how fast the time has gone, and that I'm so close to being on my own and discovering a world that I used to dream about. And I'm not talking about the partying and the alchohol and all that, I'm talking about growing up. Being an adult and finding respect in those who treated me as a child. I'm making my name in the world, and I can't wait for people to know it.

Something New, Something Blue, Something Broken

These last few days have been something I never thought I would experience. Going to Cuba, seeing such poverty, and losing a friend. I never thought it would happen to me. But realizing how naive and vain that sentence is, maybe it was exactly what should have happened to me. Karma has a funny way of working, maybe it's decided to work against me.

Quick, measured footsteps across the hard packed dirt of Marmot Basin. The sun dips low, it's yellow glow stretching out of sight. A sultry glance around displays the vast and magnificient Albertain view. The thin mountain air pulls at my lungs, leaving me empty of breath. A quick recovery and I'm on my feet, walking quickly to the summit.

    I've been walking all day, the mid-july sun beating against my back. A single bead of sweat gathering on the back of my neck. I wipe it quickly away, before it can soak into my thin, sleevless shirt. I rarely sweat, preferring to stay in cool enviroments. Just thinking about my heavily air conditioned house and the ice cold leather of my couch, helps to focus me on fnishing my current task. Before long I'm slidding on to the black of the driver's seat of my Mercedes and speeding out of the parking lot.