I wish I were a panda...

Sometimes a really wish I were a panda.
All pandas have to do is sit around all day and eat their freaking kangaroos, or bamboo, see the beauty in not backspacing?
But anyway I want to be like Po from Kung Fu Panda, He just magically gets picked to do his most favorite thing  in the world without an ounce of experience and yet he just kind of learns it all. Can I get some of that?!?!?!?!?!?!? Not only that but he keeps his humor in all situations and everybody loves him, and lets not forget he is a master at Kung-Fu! I wanna skadoosh my enemies...
But you know here I am having to learn everything like a human or something.


I wanna be like a panda and just sleep on a tree branch and then eat till I`m tired and sleep till I`m hungry. And when I`m old enough and have the money to do it I`m going to hang a hammock across the corner of my room then cover that corner of the room with sand and paint where the hooks are with palm trees, I don't know why I brought that up but sleeping on a tree branch reminded me of that dream.
But other than that don't you just love panda bears? I love pandas I just wanna hug one when I see it. But that's about all I got for now I needed something for the blog so I just started typing about the first thing in my mind. You know what else I like? I like the really wrinkly dogs. You should look up Shar Pei puppies.  I love those little guys!!!! only the gray ones though its really the only color that works with them. I just wanna grab a handful of their flab and be with it all day! And I don't know how they breath with all that fat because I feel like the flab would get in front of their nose and just stuff it and then they would only be able to breath through their mouth but that only adds to their awesomeness!! I`ve gone really off course but that's ok the point of this blog is to vent really!

Live long and be a panda!!!!!!

personality colors

I feel like every color has a personality, and I know there's like a science to it or something, but I'm gonna label each color the way I feel it should be labeled.
Blue: it seems quiet and more reserved to me, almost shy but cool-headed
red: this is your lunatic, the weird outgoing one that's fun at party's
yellow: This is the peppy person that always has a bounce in their step, and I don't know why but the color yellow really bugs me.
green: this is the laid back "cool kid" always chill you know.
pink: the immature color, the one that brings back those fourth grade come backs.
orange: your welcoming kind person that you like to be around.
brown: awkward, that is the only personality I put on this one, I have a lot of brown in my life...
purple: the fake try hards, this is the color that tries to impress people.... sometimes I wish this "color" would just eat dirt while it tries to be cool.


Now I'm going to go through a few personalities I go through in different situations:


Me in your average public place:
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Me with friends:
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Me around a beautiful person:
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what I like to think my true personality is:
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I think I`m being I bit gracious to myself there though...


Then there`s how I imagine Mr. Nelson:
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There is no pattern to that man


Sometimes we forget, but oh the things you can do with
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late nights

Late nights are THE best. My mind is all screwy and my body starts taking on weird shapes and positions because of the exhaustion and excitement of staying up late. I always feel like during the day and through school my mind is just filled with expectations and deadlines, but at night my mind is finally open.

Nothing but the moon and its stars can see me in the dead of night.

Nights the only time I'm able to think without influence, dream without judgement, and remember in silence. As a kid I didn't like the dark all too much. I saw creatures come out of my closets and look me right in the eyes but I was taught that it was just my imagination nd it wasn't real, they sure seemed real, and I`m told that if I try hard enough I can control my dreams, but I always seemed to be one step ahead of myself and the control would always backfire into some new challenge.

but now I accept the dark and the creatures that roam throughout it. Nothing could hurt me when I'm alone in the night, life is too amused by the perfect scenarios I run through my head that my expected self knows will never happen, And death is too scared of what I might be able to achieve in that state of mind.

I mean given all I do in the dark is sleep, read, think, and the occasional past dwelling but that doesn't matter....death is constantly afraid of my hugeness anyway.

sometimes the best way to get to know a person is to view their night side, when they seem they`re on drugs but they`re just tired, that happens to me a lot, and some of a persons best writing can come from the night.

Just put down whatever seems to come through your open mind, and never backspace! even for those spelling errors. Maybe whatever picture you paint is trash to you, who cares one mans trash is another mans treasure, this picture

 Is just a picture of another lake to some people, but to me this picture is amazing because that is the area that some of my greatest memories were created. So write whatever who cares? There` seven billion people on this earth at least one guy has got to like it I mean c`mon.

build a brick wall

Bricks have so many purposes that we could use them for, but people seem to be too afraid to do anything
                                                                                                    out of the ordinary

lets go through some of the things I may or may not want to do with a brick.

1. tape it to my chest and tell someone to punch it so I can prove I have rock hard abs, but if you saw me taping a brick to my chest what would you think? that's why I don't, amongst other reasons but that contributes.
2. sometimes throw it at people, I think we know why I can't do that one.
3. throw it off of something really tall and watch it blow up, there's really nothing stopping me on that one I just haven't found the time or place yet.
4. paint it gold and tell national geographic I found the biggest golden nugget ever. I may get in trouble for that one.
5. extreme Jenga! I don't know about you but I just need the bricks for that one I don't care what anybody else thinks.

So why cant I do some of these things and others that I didn't put down? because of other people. Imagine the fun we could have if we all had our own abandoned town to mess with. I would find the nicest car and drive wherever, shoot a bug with a shotgun because why not? destroy a bunch of random stuff using different methods, rob a bank, cover myself in a ton of bubble wrap and run as fast as I can into a brick wall, the options are endless.

  but you know what fear of others slow us down we need to just be like this guy

build a mobile brick wall and not care about what others think we do with our life,  why not? the first step is this blog.

gosh I hate adulting

I am 17 years old and turn 18 here pretty soon, where has the time gone? one day I was chillin in my diapers making everybody do the work for me, the next I have to pay for gas. I don't think I'm ready for that big of a step.

I

                   don't

                                           want

                                                                   to

                                                                                       get

                                                                                                            old

I don't want to have to make my own dentist appointments one day what do I even say to the man? Hey what`s up doc? The other day I went up to my mom and said, "hey mama I need some more underwear." and you know what she said? she said, "well then go get some."

Your officially an adult when you gotta buy your own tighty whiteys.







I don`t want to leave high school and end up in my 60`s or something and say, "yep those were the glory days." in my raggedy old man voice! gross! Nothing scares me more than having to run into the gaping jaws of self-reliability and gut-punch of student loans.

straight up

the future is                         terrifying

but nothing is more exciting then the future parties I'm gonna have in college, the people im gonna meet the things I'm gonna learn. Nothing sounds cooler than being able to do everything on my own for once, and make my own decisions I cant wait for my terrifying future. So I`m going to sincerely hug my high school life and then trip into my scary exciting future.

Love is a group text message

Love is ridiculous! love makes me feel like I can live life without worries sometimes.
Other times it makes me feel like I just pooped my pants and I`m doomed to waddle until I can clean myself up.
But most the time I don't even know its there.
Like if a person liked me I would never notice. Unless they just waddled on up to me, slapped me across the face and screamed, "I LIKE YOU, YOU FREAKING MUFFIN MAULER!"
but seriously these "hints" people do, no no honey that don't work boys are stupid they no understand.
But even after writing this we all know I`m not gonna try telling them straight up. But here`s a little poem,
Why love is like a group text message
love is a group text message, why?
because a group text message never go's away,
its constantly going off every two seconds,
making the room sound like an aviary if you have the tweet ringtone,
you have no control over it,
and you are 100% at the mercy of the other screen tappers,
but its such a party,
never do you feel better about yourself when all those birds start chirpin around other friends,
and they just think, "wow this kid has it all together",
but does it always stay that way-NO, flippin no!
sometimes those screen tappers go and do things with other humans!
then all you can think is "dang wish I was them",
then while they rant on about it you`re left there like a soggy pancake,
and nobody wants a soggy pancake,
but if you keep trying someone is bound to respond to you.


that's it so live long and love lots

A good ol` fashion story time

I legitimately don't know what to do with my life/blog right now so I`m just going to tell you a story and hopefully you learn a lesson from it. In my introduction post I said I had a story, well this is that story.
Once upon a time a friend and I had just finished hanging with other fellow comrades when a genius thought came to us. Because I had cardboard in my hand, don't ask questions, me and my friend decided to do a harmless joke to a passerby. The idea was to pretend like we were throwing something at the next car to drive by. Before I get into this I`m going to call my friend "Wesley" for obvious reasons.


So after we had come up with this great plan we waited for a car. Now let it be known it was probably 11:30 to 11:45 at night so there weren't very many people out and about, but one car was coming our way.


Now some more detail about the area, we were at the intersection on a hill, and at the top of said hill there was a small park on the right side, and a trail to empty land on the left side, and a couple houses lining the road until that point.


So this car was coming down the road and it turned out to be this really nice Audi, and we started to pretend to throw things at this nice car, ready to run because you always have to be ready to run when your a teenager and doing a prank, So we start doing the throwing motion with our arms to put it simply, but I wasn't just throwing... I was going ham, which may explain the next part. But this guy hits the brakes...hard. The only thing I remember coming out of my mouth were two simple words, "Oh crap". After I had said that majestic phrase me and Wesley panicked a little bit, so we started tearing cheek up the hill to get to open ground because that is the safe haven he cant use his car in the wilderness and I knew if I could just outrun Wesley I would be safe. But this guy turned his car around and punched it, and he obviously picked me as the target because he went for me even though I was running much faster than Wesley. And as soon as I try to cross the last driveway before the safe haven, This TURD MUNCHER just pulls into the drive at like 30 miles per hour and came so close to me that I think I yelped. And I would like to say that I did a ninja flip over the front of his car but I didn't I just ran around it and kept going, but I did make it to the safe haven of the park on the right side! Where he began the pursuit on foot! I heard him get out of the car and chase me, and I could here his kaki pant legs brush past each other while he ran and they were brushing at a fast pace which meant he was really tearing cheek but he did not have the absolute fear that I had in me so I did in fact tear more cheek than him. Then through a miracle he stopped running before I ate turf and He yelled, "YOU STUPID KIDS!" But that's it really, I met up with Wesley who went who knows where, he still hasn't told me where on the planet mars he went, but I told him my near death experienced and then we laughed went home and vowed to probably never do that again. So there you have it the lesson is don't do what we did we are stupid don't follow our example that was dumb. but it makes a good story, anyway, live long and don`t get hit by cars.

Hats?!

 

 

I was told to make a blog post about hats! I have a hard time coming up for possible blog posts and then turning them into published posts, but now I gotta come up with something about hats! I will attempt nonetheless.

To be honest I am not a fan of hats. I prefer to let my luscious locks flow in the wind, and let the cool breeze brush over my scalp to give me a sense of true freedom... but you know not everybody feels that way. Walking down the halls of this dysfunctionaly small school I see hats of all kinds, I see baseball caps, the snapbacks, cowboy hats, the hats without the top part of it, blue hats, red hats, hats I didn't even know existed, hats that I believe shouldn't exist, their everywhere, an the purpose of hats has changed.

Hats used to be used to keep the sun out of your eyes. Some man probably got sick of holding his arm up one day and then had the idea to put something on his head to block the sun, genius! Now they`re not. Have you ever seen that one really smart guy that hooks his snapback to his pants and then when he walks outside he covers his eyes with his hands and complains about how bright it is?

Sometimes I fear for our generation.

If you have a hat on your pants and it is sunny outside, prepare for this this may blow a few minds, put that hat on your head the flat part that sticks out will block the sun. I know a couple of you just stopped treading cause you passed out but its true. I`m going to end the post here not only because of the traumatic experience some of you just had but mostly because I don't know what else to say so live long and prosper.