genius

life and death.

life is short. Days are numbered. Why would you be wasting our time fighting. As I look around at all this death, I realize how how fragile life is. I can die any day, everyday is another way trying to survive in this corrupt world. Is death the only way out? How can people think this way? I refuse to believe this... Dr. Coop hit me hard by saying, "Everyone at lone peak is a puzzle piece and we need everyone to be able to finish it." I can't think of anything more selfish then suicide. You're not even there to see all the people you hurt. Now what? Finish the puzzle with a hole in it?? Why do you treat every little problem like its LIFE AND DEATH?

Mr Nelson

Mr Nelson, I sit in your "creative" writing class every other day, and I still am not creative enough to think of a blog post on my own. Here I am, blaming you for my lack of creativity. I mean my breakfast? Mini wheats... oh yawn... highlight of my day?? I just spotted my neighbors dog taking a poop on my lawn..  Oh yeah living on the wild side. I was thinking about spicing it up, you know calling my neighbor and telling him to get this crap off my lawn. But then I thought, do I want to get up and ruin my relationship with this wonderful couch?? No way. So Nelson I'm asking you as a friend.... Spice me up.

fears??

I'm never scared. seriously put anything in front of me... I will break it down. Then make it scared of me.. yeah I'm the boss. You know, flipping off hard core bikers, then driving away really fast. Maybe even fake baking and not caring who sees... thats tough. I even take my shirt off and ask foreigners to "come at me."

knot stupid>anything and everything

K even though about 99% of that is true.. There is one little flaw.... you put me on top of a cliff and or high place and holy @#%^ I'm all of a sudden the biggest pussy this side of the Mississippi. I'm on my hands and knees begging someone to get a ladder. Then when the ladder comes... That's when it gets really terrifying. You're telling me to go to the edge of this cliff and climb down? Just give me the lethal injection.

the real world

There i was soakin it up in a hot tub in park city. Me and half the Lone peak cheerleaders, other half waiting for their turn. Being smooth with the ladys as always. Sippin martinelli's  peck dancin, and rubbing my perfectly shaven legs. Chase Hansen walks by, gives me a thumbs up with a quick wink. asked me if i can be his personal trainner. i say it doesn't come easy.. You probably couldnt handle my work out... the ladies scoot closer then... i wake up... try and do some push ups get to 9 then pass out. wake up and go to the bathroom pop a huge zit.. ouch. check my phone, no text, facebook? no friend requests. tweets? none.. just another day in paradise. Go to Lone peak. try to fall asleep in class so i can get back to the good times.

im thinkin about you

im thinkin about you like me sitting in this room thinking about you. i'm thinking about you like a mustache thinks about kids. like ebay thinks about bids. i'm thinking about you like fish thinks about dams like pearls think about clams like Bo Peep thinks about lambs. i'm thinking about you like libraries think about shhh.. no talking... like Lone Peak thinks about Jay walking. Im thinking about you like Kim Johnson thinks about oils. like a farmer thinks about soil. like Kyle Hannemann's mom thinks about his boil. i'm thinkin about you like boys think about girls like girls think about boys like kids think about toys. Like Mangum thinks about having more varsity letter than Chase.. haha funny. I'm thinking about you like doctors think about lives like husbands think about wives. You could say im thinking about you...

bricks

How bad would life be if you were a brick on the bottom of the house. Have the weight of the home on your shoulders? everyone counting on me. what if i break under pressure? would i just snap? would i have friends to help lighten the load? would anyone care?  what if another brick was about to break? would i be beside him helping lighten the load? what if the brick broke? could i have changed something? could i have helped carry his load maybe help carry the house with him? or is this all a bunch of hypothetical questions that no one cares about? start caring.

my thoughts on love

love is a never ending maze where one wrong choice and it burns to the ground.
love is a treasure waiting to be found.
love is candles and oil.
love is left overs rapped in tin foil.
love is a a movie and a good bowl and cap'n crunch, no crunch berries.. thats just messed up
love is listening to a story trying to care.
love is pulling through with truth or dare.
love is looking for hours to decide what to write on this blog.
love is gangsters and hoes.
love is me and my bros.
love is Kim Kardashian and Kris Humpheries... wait no.. thats lust.
love is having a suit with 3 buttons just because micheal Jordan did.