Adult. Class.

Chairs.

Formal chairs.

How to crash a party in 5 steps.

(Ask any Junior football player at Lone Peak High School.)

Step 1: Locate a party.

Step 2: Get some friends.

Step 3: Dress up different than normal.

Step 4: Show up.

Step 5: GO CRAZY.

Try something new... For once.

Harlem Shake??

Try something new.

Go for it...

Be yourself. "Who cares you will be dead in 80 years."

             -Kyle Nelson

For You.

It's currently 1:43 in the morning and I'm still up thinking about you. I think of the time and the 1 represents I, the 4 represents LOVE, and the 3 represents YOU. I think of our first kiss we had less than 3 hours ago and I want you here. I replay it over and over in my head and act it out as if it is  happening again. I'm up all night thinking about you and I can't sleep...

Im thinking about you like books think about pages, like pages think about turning, like fires think about burning, like Harvard think about learning...

Im thinking about you like backs think about scratching, like doors think about squeaking, like a teenage boy thinks about squeaking... In front of his dream girl.

Im thinking about you like lungs think about breathing, like pictures think about painting like, seizures think about fainting. 

Im thinking about you like crazy and I cant stop...

I start to wonder if you think about me like I think about you. I think about you more than you could ever imagine. Do you think about me?

I'm thinking about you like hearts think about beating and heaters think about heating. Wow, I'm hot. No you are. You're hot. 

Im thinking about you like B. E. A. U. thinks about T. I. F. U. L. Because thats what you are to me. I'm thinking about you like your first name thinks about my last name.

Im thinking about you like the moon thinks about walking, like moon + walking thinks about Michael Jackson, like Michael Jackson things about his song, "Hold My Hand." Dang girl, I can almost feel your hand interlocking with mine.

It's now 7 a.m. and my alarm goes off. I have been up all night with one thing on my mind and that's you. If I happened to fall asleep I was dreaming of you. 

You.

You. 

You.

You. 

You.

Everything I do is for YOU...

I wish I could...

I wish I could...
FLY.
Play the piano.
Go on a date with a Celebrity: Carrie Underwood, Beyonce, Julian Huff.
I wish I could...
SING.
Never grow up.
Make money while sleeping.
I wish I could...
Write.
Travel the world.
Make my blog as good as Devastated Daisey's.
I wish I could...
Be invisible
Be Superman
Be Batman
Be Spiderman
Be a Super hero
Be a Hero. I am a hero. Wait am I?
I wish I could...
Be you.

Full moon or Blue moon.

Have you ever herd the phrase, "once in a blue moon." It is commonly used all around us. What does it mean? I am currently 17 years old, almost 18 and I have never seen the moon turn blue in my life.

What are people trying to tell us when they say, "once in a blue moon." Do they mean a full moon? Do they mean no moon? Just because the whole moon is showing doesn't mean it's blue. It may appear blue but it's not.

Day two: space camp was incredible today. They taught us all about the moon. They told us that with in the next 5 years there would be 2 space ships that would launch from camp and head toward the moon. I better be one of the students that gets to go up there and step foot on the moon. My life would be complete. My biggest accomplishment would be fulfilled. I would be a legend forever. 

Space camp

I lie in bed each night waiting for the day I can blast off into the unknown. As I get more tired and start to fade, I close my eyes and I imagine. 

3.2.1. BLAST-OFF. 

I burst up into the air going faster than ever. We excellerate, getting higher and higher into the atmosphere. We head straight toward the moon. Getting closer and closer. I start to feel special like I'm really there, like I'm really about to step foot on the moon. We detach from the shuttle and are now in a "no gravity" zone. I step out of the aircraft and my foot is placed on the moon... 

My dreams my fears my accomplishments were all for this one step. I did it. I now take a few more steps and I'm floating throught space.

Beep, beep, beep. My alarm goes off. I quickly get up and head out the door. I start my first day of space camp. 

D E A T H

Death is one of the most powerful words in any language. Death. Gone... Done. Vanished forever. I don't want to die. Thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. But one thing I know is that I will die some day. I won't exsist. My legacy, name, and body will be gone. Gone forever. Like I wasn't even here.

No one should die without completing 

their dreams and life goals. No one should die without feeling like they haven't had a successful life. No one should die. Life should last forever...

Imagine a world of on going life. A life of succsses. A life of dreams. A life of never aging. A life of neverendingness... Wait is that even a word?

Imagine if you knew the day, time, and way you are going to die. Would you want to know? If you did, you would be able to do all the things you wanted to before your passing. But is it worth it? 

Imagine you had 24 hours left to live. What would you do? 

Fear is death.

There are very few things I do not fear.

I'm afraid of going to sleep one night and never waking up.  I'm afraid of having back problems when I'm older. I'm afraid that I will come home one day and no one will be around. Gone. Missing. Dead. 

I'm afraid to sit down and read a book. I'm afraid of the ACT. I'm afraid of death. Dying by fire, water, heights, etc. I'm afraid of looking off of a huge cliff or building and the edge breaks... Tumbling. Falling... Not being able to do anything in my control but, fall. Fall to my death. 

Fall... It is a time of change. A time where leaves fall, change colors, and die. We watch and enjoy... But do we know what is really happening? We fear they will never grow back but when spring hits, they always come. They come fast.

Fast like a cheetah chasing an antelope.

Time. Time is money and money is time. What does that even mean? I fear that day when the last second ticks off the clock and it's over. We're done. Is there life after death? Does it just keep going and going and going and going. And going. And going... I believe it does. My religion tells me it does. But what if my religion is wrong. I fear ALL religions. There are too many beliefs. Why can't there just be one. 

I'm afraid. 

Bricks.

Why are bricks the way they are?

Why are they red?

Why are they hard? 

Why are they sharp? 

Why are they made of hard clay?

Why are they used to build things? Where did they get the name, BRICK? Brick, Brick, Brick. 

Say that fast. It doesn't sound worthy to be a word. An English word. 

A brick is more than just a brick. 

Bricks can do just about anything... 

Think of the many things bricks can do and you will be surprised... 

What is a brick?

Is it a wall?  A relationship? A sport? A planet? A saying? A electronic device? A game? A chair?

What is a brick?

Intro

"Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak."

-Sun Tzu

One of the greatest quotes ever said. Don't ever show your enemy you are weak. Always act as if you are bigger and better than you are opponent. NEVER. BACK. DOWN. 

Love.

What is love? Love is a rainbow. Love is a rain drop falling from the sky. Love is a plug in an outlet. Love is a sunset. Love is like seeing yourself on t.v. Love is food. Love is music. Love is girls. But what really is love? "Love is a deep, tender, feeling of affecting toward a person; an intense emotional attachment." Well love doesn't just have to be for another person. It can be for a place or a thing. Love is the unknown. Love is a secret. Love is a family. Love will never be described. Love is like thinking about you. Love is time. Love is... Well... I'm not quite sure what love is. 

I'd like my crayons back please...

Different colors create different moods. Dark colors create a scary and dark feeling mood. Light colors create a peaceful and calm mood, and bright colors create a surprising and shocking mood. How ever, I don't believe that the color white brings any kind of mood to a picture. It's just there. 

I am almost white. I've lost my creativity and want it back. I don't remember the last time I sat down to color a picture or to read a children's story. Our society is filled with white crayons. I miss the days when nobody cared. When you could mess up and not erase. When you could stand in front of people and not be nervous. When you could go to bed looking like you did when you woke up. I miss those days. 

I miss the days when you could play pretend. When you could put your shoe on the wrong foot. When yuo cuold spell  things rong. When you could imagine the unknown. When you could be you. I miss those days. 

I am not a ROBOT.

I am human. I dream, feel, love, and grow. I can do what I want, when I want, with who I want. I can run, jog, sprint, walk, and change directions with incredible speed. I am not a robot. I can think in ways that are not straight forward. I don't need to think by code. My thoughts can go from A to B or B to Z then back to C. I am human, not ROBOT.