This is it

life is a blur. one simple blink and you might just miss it. I remember kindergarten when I couldn`t wait to grow up and be like the cool kids so I would close my eyes and dream and when I opened them I was there in the second grade, but I was still me.
Life was way too slow, it felt like someone had put me on the creepy small world ride at disney land, but dang no I wanna be on the space mountain ride!
Swarmed with anger I clenched my fists and "blink"
fifth grade, I meet my greatest friend of all time and sports is life.
I`m out playing touch football with my friends I`m wide open for the big touchdown throw, it`s all coming in slow motion right into the path of the sun it goes and I cant help but to "blink"
.Its eighth grade, coach wants me to try for the basketball team next year, I already have a guaranteed spot on the tennis team. Life is pretty good I have my group of friends and I`ve started to get to know the girls pretty well, mom walks up. the truck is packed and we`re ready to go. Tears are welling up but I`m a man I gotta hold them back so I "blink".
 Utah, 9th grade why aren`t I in high school? I go quiet, I stop playing, my grades drop down to meet with my moral this sucks why am I here "blink".
 look up end of sophomore year I have a group of guys with me, look down look back up again suddenly my man steve is on a horse in the parking lot, must be senior year. I know a lot of people who knows how many actually know me who cares? less worry more courage. blink,
 college suddenly I`m on my own I have to forge my own path I have to pay for the tools to do so, my backpack is getting heavy "blink"
mid 30`s I'm married have a few kids and cant tell if I live to work or work to live this computer sucks my job sucks the dang cable is on the fritz again ugh "blink"
 50`s. kids are going to college the house is getting larger but my hair seems to be shrinking "blink" 65 I cant figure out how to get the dang printer to work, the kids don`t visit me It`s just me and my wife "blink".
 80's I`m alone. nurses everywhere but they`re only there to get me my stupid prune juice, otherwise I might just pop from the pressure build up it hurts to get up I "blink".
I don`t know how old I am everything is white I look at the ceiling I can see me, and all that I missed in between the blinks.
"blink"

its past and gone

I remember wall ball
I remember my dads weekly softball games
I remember my first car, A gold Ford Ranger with a cupped tire that vibrated the car when you hit 40 to 45 mph.
I remember my GTT class
I remember when somebody set off fireworks on the school bus
I remember Lake grapevine
I remember the color of the morning in Texas waiting for the bus, It was dark but not black, but more of a purple tint
I remember six flags over Texas
I remember when a girl asked me out and the relief on her face when I said no because she lost a bet.
I remember the first time I saw Ron Swanson
I remember Branson Missouri
I remember hillbilly Bob
I remember my 8th grade history class, most of those kids will probably serve jail time
I remember when people used to read each others blogs
I remember when my space was the shiz
I remember my first fight, The coach caught me before i beat the bad ideas out of him
I remember when popularity was determined by how fast you could run
I remember when I used to bark at people as I drove by, that was yesterday
I remember my first and only time going up to lake powell
I remember when I wanted the future to come faster
I remember when life was considered to be, overall, fun

blue ticket

My word was opened, watch this amazing video and I promise you will be uplifted. just copy the link and put it in the URL bar thingy my computer is trash
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GC1t0LflPv0

the tongues of music

On my little heart paper I put music on it because that`s the best way my heart and I communicate, And our conversations can be summed up into two songs:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5G1FmU-ldg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

He hasn't changed a bit

I don`t know about you people but growing up, I always thought that if the person I`m talking to is older than me, or even the same age as me, I figured they knew more than me and I shouldn`t really try to correct them unless its absolutely necessary and I`m 100% sure I`m correct. That all changed last August. My dad and I went to Juneau Alaska, which is where my dad grew up, So naturally we went to go visit some of his old high school friends. Most of the people he introduced me to seemed to be fairly normal people, but the last one we went to see was a whole other story. For a reason that you`ll probably figure out in a bit I`m gonna call him Dwight, like from the office. My dad had told me before we went to his house some stories about this man, and from these stories I found he was not the brightest high schooler you could`ve met. So we go into his guys house and he lets us into his house, he seems like a normal guy, and about 30 minutes into the conversation he says, " hey mike I need to tell you a story!" so he starts to tell us this story and it starts out like this, this guy Dwight is out duck hunting so hes got his shotgun over his shoulder and hes just about to cross this creek, and this creek was covered in dead fish along the edges for who knows why, and he sees this eagle. It had completely gorged itself from all the free fish and it had eaten so much that it was so bloated it just couldn`t even move. So it was on its back with its talons pointed straight up into the air as a last defense or something. This guy thought it was so cool that he got to be this close to wild eagle and he wanted to pick it up, so he stuck the barrel of his gun into the eagles claws and the thing clamped on immediately, which took him by surprise. So hes hefting this eagle up and trying to shake it off but it was a stubborn little thing. Finally after a good few shakes the eagle finally let go off the barrel and back onto its back. Well not noticing what had just happened he thinks, "hey I`ve got a heavy coat on and a pretty thick shirt underneath... and I`ve always wanted to hold an eagle..." now before we go any further squeeze your hand as hard as possible, the average adult human can create 40 psi of pressure an eagle can create, and get this, 400 psi of pressure. This dudes next move is to stick his hand into the talons of the eagle. Right as he said this my dad yells, "Dwight what the crap were you thinking?" and he yells, I don`t know i just did it I thought the shirt was thick enough!" but this bird had latched itself onto his arm without hesitation. immediately he starts screaming and hes trying to get this bird off his arm so hes banging it against rocks but it just wouldn't let go. so finally he shoves the birds head underwater and starts to drown it. and he said after about a minute or a minute and a half he pulls the thing back up and he hears it still gargling so puts it back under until it lets go, and he killed it. Now I`m thinking to myself what kind of college student was this guy? Right then ,y dad asks, "how long ago was this?" Dwight answers, "Eh...maybe two years ago."
HERE THIS GUY IS IN HIS LATE TO MID 40`S AND HE DOES THIS?! he drowned the national bird!
I left that place with a whole new outlook on these older people that "know more than me" My dad gets in the car with me and go`s, "You know I should've seen that coming he hasn't changed a bit."

Yep, me

So sorry I`m not doing a big video or anything, I didnt have the time, which is a totally different story, but I feel like for the reveal people are really scared to show who they are because they didnt put a filter on their writing but honestly this is the easiest post I`ve had to do. Its senior year I`m going away here in just mere months so meh.  I probably won`t see any of you people again. Ugh seriously I`m really sorry this stinks so bad, you know what I`ll just give you the quick version. Long story short my family hit me with a trip to Phoenix Arizona and got back late Sunday night, went and did some calculus homework and while doing that, I may have fallen asleep on the table. But that`s ok because I`m here now and somehow typing, I honestly do not know how but I am.
Anyway, the name. I`m just some average dude I don`t even talk that much but I`m Colton Eakins, I`ve had a blogging issue for about ten weeks now. You may know me by the guy with the tiger fanny pack and I know...you wish you had one. But again sorrry I`ll follow with a good video on my life or something later deal? And uh here is my face in case you need to know.

Its of me majestically cleaning a window...Its the only picture on here that partially shows my face, welcome to my life.

love hate relationships

 

-I love to hate                                       -I love the taste of icecream

but hate that I can`t love                       But hate how it makes me sick

-I love being alone                               -I love talking

but hate being lonely                              but hate speaking

-I hate humans                                     -I hate noise

but love people                                      but love sounds

-I love going unnoticed                       -I hate being alive

but hate being ignored                          but love to live

-I love the feel of running                    -I love to give 

but hate to feel the run                          but hate to lose

-I love finishing                                    -I love to be hugged

but hate to be done                                but hate to be touched

-I love writing                                     -I love new

but hate to write                                    but hate change

-I love to jump                                    -I love to be me

but hate to fall                                      but hate me

-I love sleeping                                  -I love to buy

but hate being tired                               but hate to spend

-I love you                                           -I love thoughts

but hate the way you act                       but hate thinking

-I love to travel                                    -I love cleanliness

but hate being away from home           but hate cleaning

-I love learning                                     -I love to see

but hate school                                       but hate looking

-I love to find                                        -I love flying

but hate searching                                  but i hate landing

-I love these blogs                               -I love being seen

but i hate to post                                   but hate being noticed

-I love being open                               -I love dreams

but hate exposure                                 but hate wishes

-I love weekends                                  -I love to help                                        

 but hate the weekdays            but hate the fact that we have to help

                but I can`t have one without the other