Great romances of the 19th century

A breathe of fresh air. Please excuse me, i need to take that fresh air in, where i come from tainted air is all the norm. A life. It can be so much, from the bottom of the sea to the depths of space. I should have grown up in the 1800's, back when moral problems society battles today were still considered completely wrong, and were in that regard, nonexistent. Yes, the 1800's back when there were things non monetary worth fighting for. Not so much today, clinic help the criminals and if they don't courts do. My inner Napoleon says hang the condemned. As a young teen, i know from the start i wanted to be different. I read philosophy books for fun, books that college kids are forced to read. Philosophers like Nietzsche filled my head with thoughts of what a far advanced human life could be, if you focus on better the best person you can be. I am a 180 pound mass of contempt. I am a lucky one, i got to see first hand how people in other countries compose themselves, you really have no respect for your life until a poor Haitian, with nothing to his name but the clothes on his back begs to carve you a sculpture out of tree bark for a couple dollars. I ask myself if we live in this privileged country, what has happened to value, value of a dollar, value of an education, and most important value of morals. This country was founded on those values, but somewhere along the line, greed, laziness and pleasure caught up with us. Unless your an immigrant, the American dream is dead. Everything presidents from Washington to Kennedy fought for is lost. I ask myself why, and people tell me you got to "live", why does partying and doing illegal things now count as the only things you can do to "live". I truly believe I am living, i live a clean non-party lifestyle, buy you know what I am living, and I love it. Hanging out with a couple friends eating pizza and watching movies, thats living. Listening to music and talking to a smart, like minded, beautiful girl, thats living. Traveling out of this shell of city, to places full of different people, and cultures, thats living, and thats how I intend to live. So keep your parties and drugs and alcohol, it'll all catch up to you someday, when your jobless because of a failed drug test, or in a hospital looking for sympathy because you've contracted cancer or some other deadly disease. If you need me, I'll be on top of the world, living how I was meant to live, and thanking anyone who will listen for the fresh breathes of air up there.

a quest comes to and end

for the past few days now, i have told me self, i would be a more organized, professional, well rounded person, if i got myself a daily planner. Now for those of you that don't know, i refuse to shop at the capitalist hell hole known as walmart. Yes, i could have walked in there, got an adequate planner, and walked out, saving myself a great deal of money, unfortunately it wouldn't save my soul as being a walmart customer you have no use for one, and it would probably be smitten or sold to satan, for the pain my dollar helped inflict on third world orphans. But thats not here nor now. In these days of high tech-ness, its not as easy as one would think to find a decent daily planner. The cell phone has now elapsed pen and paper as chosen method remembrance. So i went into three stores that weren't walmart, one was thre grocery store, with the thought, well they sell cards and such, why not daily planners, so i walked in and walked down the card aisle, and much to may dismay, right after the cards stopped the condemns started, i guess hallmark and trojan have teamed up to make sympathy a little more sexy. Next i choose BJ's, with the thought well they have everything else, and not that i need 30 planners, but i bet they have some, so i went in and walked to the book and card section, and again to my dismay i found nothing that worked. I was starting to think my quest was hopeless, i was just going to have to get rid of my soul for a daily planner, but then a sign of light came to me in the name of Staples, oh yes, they had to have one, sure enough i walked in and found a nice little one that fits snug in my pants pocket, so i go to check out thinking, this little guy will be 5 bucks or so. I walked up to the register and the lady scans my planner, i tell her that will be all and she tells me, "that will be $16.85"...

sleep deprivation and metal oxidation

There is no war next door, in fact the war is the next town over. Though i've always been fascinated by the glories of of battle, i just assume stay out of this conflict. I guess you could say in some way, shape, or form, that my philosophical pearl harbor could have been considered bombed, luckily for FDR, he had proof of exactly what happened. I on the other hand am stuck in no man's land with a pop gun, on a field of artillery. The last person in the world i expected to call me yesterday did, and felt it important to tell me her side of the story, which left me wondering, why in the world does she possibly care what i think? Then i have my friends, who's quite possibly enjoy revenge more than one should. I'm just under the opinion of whats done is done (on that note God Bless Emily Lawrence!). No if you'll excuse me, i'm going to lay down on the top of my gas guzzling auto mobile and watch the sky until i have to work.

Now it's time for ONPR

all ears, all eyes, all the time

I must admit, yesterday was a great reason to breathe, i got enough laughs to keep me giggling like a school girl six feet under. I did miss out on daily ups and downs though, so allow me to repent with today's segment.

With out further ado, ups and downs...

[↑] having enough courage to randomly message a beautiful girl.
[↑] watching my best friends in utter delight with things i did for them.
[↑] receiving a message back from a beautiful girl, and not being called a creep.
[↑] a secretive thing i was told by Evan...hardy har har.
[↓] losing the second game of bowling handily.
[↑] looking rather attractive if i do say so myself.

idealism (ideally)

Let's begin on a lighter note, i was told yesterday by a fellow employee i share the looks of television and movie star Zach Braff. You may know him from the movie Garden state or the t.v show scrubs. Personally i don't know how well received Mr. Braff's looks are to the female community, but if I've learned anything from spending my life watching movies, looks are important in that particular field. This brought me to wondering, if a humble citizen like myself looks similar to a movie star, does that mean I too could be in the spot light of all Hollywood's glitz and glamor? I'd say yes, yes very much so, i could easily live the life of a movie star, and not get caught up in scandal. Personally though i would never date a fellow movie star, too much drama for me, the world will always want to know what your up to. So I will just stick to trying to get more info on the girl that has caught my eye now, and hopefully my dual attack of friends putting in good words will get me somewhere.

without further ado...ONPR

the benefits of ice cream

I've always feared the concept of getting lost in space. Of course the chances an average person like myself will ever make it to the far reaches of space is about as great of a chance as me winning the lottery. Yet, it still remains, what is in the great abyss, all that nothingness what is to it. Do you mean to tell me that, there are trillions of miles of open space where nothing remotely resembling activity occurs? What is the point? I've always been one that believes there is a reason for everything, I now find myself locked in a battle debating uses of these vast tracks of open space. Are they inter-steller highways that other living beings use for advance travel? Are they just spaces that have yet to be filled with matter, because solar systems like ours have not surrendered enough debris to form planets? We may never know what lies in the great beyond, and thats most likely a good thing, so there will always be something for us beings to ponder whilst we go about our daily routines, thinking about how flawed beings like ourselves can be the most elaborate advanced living organisms on the depths of galactica.





AND NOW A VIDEO ABOUT SPACE THINGS!!

ups and downs

todays topic, what i suck at and what i excel at, enjoy...

[↑] Baking
[↑] getting mothers to like me
[↓] getting fathers to like me
[↓] kissing
[↑] holding my ground
[↑] (i'm hoping this is an up, it would make me smile) building a sense of regret.

now its time for ONPR