This Is How We Stay Connected Over Time and Space

Today it snowed. and snowed. and snowed. and snowed.
Did I know it was going to snow and snow and snow? Nope. So I wore my Vans.
safe to say that my toes have frostbite.

Apart from the rudely intrusive weather, today wasn't half bad.
There was a substitute teacher at school which made it a pretty laid back day.



((could there really be something changing with me?))

With the stupid cold weather comes the flu. My nose has been running all day and I feel like a big, fat sack of yuck.


I never knew how ignorant I was until this year. I've been learning a lot more about the mysteries of the world and how, as a global community, we behave. Soldiers have been in Afghanistan for NINE YEARS! that's stretching across the boarder of a decade, Blogger. How crazy is that?
It frustrates me until I'm just about ready to explode. How can you keep troops there for so long, solving barely anything?
These are our family members who are losing their lives. Our citizens. Don't get me wrong; All the soldiers in our troops are brave, courageous human beings who's legacies wont be forgotten. What they do and what they prepare themselves to do is heroic and the determination they posses is inspiring.
However I can't shake the fact that these are lives that could be spent in a playground pushing a child on a swing. The hours spent training soldiers could be used educating nation leaders on how to co-exist and productively work together towards saving the Earth . Instead, we decide to send men out to fight unbeatable wars. What century are we living in here people?
And how could we let communities get so torn apart by sexism, homophobia and racism? World leaders still can't cope with the oh-so-horrific concept of same-sex couples swapping spit. Some homosexual couples express what looks to me as true love and the fact that people are still disgusted by the lgbt community.. well that disgusts me.
We need to stop teaching future generations of the behavior of our past and start teaching them how to live open minded and open hearted.
But maybe its not that I'm realizing all of this now.. it's that I'm finally mature enough to understand what it all means.






Could I ever be satisfied under a star-ridden sky if I can even ask "where's the rest"?

We Are But the Stones to Pave the Way

Yesterday my dad went to BlockBuster and brought me back the second installment of the Bioshock series.

I just recently finished the first game and ever since have been infatuated (and slightly terrified) by Rapture.
There are a lot of games that I've fallen in love with,
but this is definitely at the top.
I just really appreciate the time
and thought put into this game.

Anyways besides being a dork, the last few weeks have been one stressful ball of mess. I try to let everything brush off my shoulders and focus on whats important; to be happy and make sure everyone else is happy, too. It's proven to be rather difficult some days.

I miss Scary Kids Scaring Kids. They will continue to be a large part of my life and even though they cant be there, on stage, in the flesh, their music is always going to impact me.

I feel disgusting, I feel dirty.
I think I'm beautiful, I think I'm wonderful.
I expect everyone to love me, I expect everyone to love whatever work I produce.
Then reality kicks in and I feel worse than before.

When you are older, you will understand.

I have grown up, but I don't want to know that the world isn't filled with light.
I don't want to know the complexities of a relationship and that sometimes things 'don't work out'.
I want to know why the world isn't fair and why experience is earned over heartache.
I have grown these inches, but I still don't why why some people have less than I do.
I don't want to know how they treat woman like me,
And how many animals go extinct in a year.
I don't want to question whether I'm healthy or not
Based off the billboards.
And I don't want the government telling me how to live my life.
I grew up thinking that with existance came an equal place for everyone and no one was left without love.
If understanding the world requires me to grow, then answer me this:
When do I stop growing?
Because I still do not know.