I have a story to tell.

You see, I sometimes forget that I am an introverted creature by nature. Seems like an odd thing to forget, I know. But I do. I am a crazy son of a beesting sometimes. And I know I act like it. I can be loud, funny, outgoing, obnoxious, bratty, and whiny. But growing up I was always the quiet one. The one who loved to sneak off by himself and just read a book. Or who could sit in his hotel room in the middle of the busiest, most awake city in the world and write up some silly blog. Who cannot find the right music to listen to while writing said blog. One who forgot already what his story was going to be (because he got distracted by the music) (Hes sure it has something to do with those millions of people walking around outside...but he cant remember just what)

I suppose this was going to be a serious blog about whatever it was I was going to talk about. One of those ranty blogs I always post at 2 o'clock in the morning. It for sure was gonna be something like that until about two minutes ago when I plugged in my Ipod and the sad song I was listening to ended. I can be such a fickle bastard. ^_^

Now im just yammering away trying to find a reason to actually post this blog. Ooo somethings coming back to me...something about a picture of a man with a wrinkly face. That was some brainstorming from a few days ago...I think. [Oh, and if you were wondering Im now listening to plaYing With Fire(acOustic vErsioN)- BY emery.] But of course I have no idea what that means...well ok I have one idea and its all political and stuff so Im not gonna go into that.

I dont want to talk about New York as Im going to making a vlog(finally) about it. So...what can I talk about?

You! How are you doing? I know youre out there. Im going to link to this from my video. So some of you best be out there. Or I will be severely dissapointed with you. Well ok not you, since you are, you know, reading this. But still, you know what I mean! (Now the song is "I Just Can't Wait to be King"- The Cast of the Lion King)(Oh it ended)(Ok one more song and Ill stop telling you what they are)(Its "All my Lovin"-Across the Universe soundtrack)

Now Im going to quickly and painfully end this blog, before it gets any worse. I hope to see some of you very soon(as in the people I work with, because I am not going to church on sunday...I shall be much to exhausted. I shall be there the week after...if one of you guys comments here. Muhahahahahahaha!

Now to find a picture for this blog.

(P.S. There is a reference to a very very good book in here somewhere. Go look. Guess. Dont look at the labels for this post because the answer will be there. If you havent read it I really suggest you do. Goodnight!)

My family and I went for a walk today. We walked down D street. There's all these trees with tiny yellow leaves that have fallen down everywhere. My sister stopped to look at the bell in front of city hall, and while she was doing so I kicked leaves at my mom. She kicked some back at me. So, of course, I picked some up and threw them at her. What followed was GLORIOUS. We had a knockdown, dragout fight of epic preportions. I threw leaves at Amanda, Manda thre leaves at Mb, Mb threw leaves at my mom and my mom got hit by me. XD

I love Christmas

Brrraaaaiiinnnnsss

Isnt it funny how our brains work? I was sleeping last night and I had a dream. I dont remember any of it, except one thing. I remember Chad Brinkerhoff(Hes a college student at my church) laughing. It was a weird broken laughter. All of a sudden I woke up but I could still hear him laughing. It was the weirdest 10 seconds of my life. I sat there listening to it and realized it was my cat. He was hacking up a hairball. But my head interpreted it as laughter. Im not quite sure why it was Chad.

Weird.

Time and again

I started thinking about my future again. And Ive come up with three things I would love to do. (Which is amazing. Have one thing I would love to do is astounding. To have three makes me feel blessed.)

I obviously still want to be a missionary. Ive ranted and raved over being a missionary for forever long and that still hasnt changed. To be able to help people....*sigh...I would love to do that.

Ive also been thinking about becoming a doctor who sepcialises in ALS. ALS is a terrible terrible disease where your body slowly loses control of its muscles and you cant move, take, eat, or eventually breathe. Theres no cure that I know of. I know its sort of specified and random, but there is nothing that is more emotional to me than the thought of someone with ALS. I dont know what it is. Nothing can strike deeper in my heart than someone with it. I cry every time I hear about it. Every time. I cried tonight actually. Not a lot because it was just the Scrubs episode on it. But the first time I saw that episode I bawled. I would give anything to be able to find a cure for it.

And the third is also kinda random, but I would love to be a Detective for Cold Case files. PArtly because of watching the TV show. But I know its not exactly like the show. Its a lot more paper work and a lot more grunt work and a lot less to show for it. But to help people find that closure....jeez louise. I would give so much for this one too.

Maybe I can be a missionary doctor (who works on ALS patients in other countries) who solves cold cases in his free time. I dont want to choose. (If I had to choose I would choose the ALS doctor, but that costs so much money. I suppose I will have to decide once Im done backpacking)

Old Books

We're in ur boxz, makin ur noz hapy

Today I made one of the best discoveries of my life. I was hiding from my mom in my room(she was a little angry with me) and was reading one of the best series of books I have ever had the pleasure of reading. The series, of course, was The Chronicles of Narnia. But I've read each of those books about 20 thousand times. So I got kinda bored.

Now my grandma died a few years back. My mom went to England to go to her funeral but couldnt afford to take all of us. Now, my grandma left my mom quite a lot of stuff, but my mom also couldnt afford to being that stuff back, so it she left it in the care of a friend. Said friend moved a couple of years ago and had to send the it over to us because the new house was smaller. When it got here we had to find places to put it. A few of the boxes ended up in my room(because thats where everything ends up when it doesnt have a place to be)(even though my room is the smallest. Im not quite sure how that works). And those boxes have been sitting by my door since then.

Cut to me today. I realized that I had a warranty for my ipod. I figured that this would be a good thing to have since my ipod was almost destroyed last month. Thankfully it survived. But I decided to look for the warranty just to be safe. So I was scouring my room, tearing things up, throwing things around, and I came across the boxes.(Although, to tell the truth theyre not hard to find as they sit right next to my door.) Now, I have looked through these boxes before and have come to realize that there was some really nice pottery in there, but not much else. Well, I did think that, until today. I burrowed underneath said pottery and found a vast treasure trove of amazingness.

It was books! With some amazing authors, H.G. Wells among others.(Their names are on the tip of my tounge but I can't be bothered to go find out who they are). I nearly fell over. The best things about these? The smell. Dont you love that old book smell????

(Wow. This was definitely only 3 lines in my head. Funny how writing gets away with me.)

Swings

I once had a friend,

Who would swing with me.

The swing beside is empty

Just as before, before I came.

And now she has gone,

Gone to a place where I cannot go.

The swing beside is empty,

Hurting, wanting more.

My Father may have captured my soul,

But He seems to have lost my heart.

Now the only thing I care for is nothing,

Not caring to see the next day.

The swing beside is empty,

Swinging without a reason.

It swings back and forth,

Through no will of its own,

Not noticing if I am moving or still.

The swing beside is empty,

With no reason to care.

The tears fall slowly from my face,

Onto the cold, broken ground,

And yet no one is here to catch them.

The swing beside is empty,

No one there to see me cry.

I need you here,

And I need you forever.

The swing beside is empty,

Waiting for you to come and fill it.

The swing beside is empty,

Always waiting, never still.

Our Eden

Barefoot in the grass, we walk in wonder, gazing upon the beauty that surrounds us. The stream cascading down the riverbed. The daffodils, seeming to smile at us. The bougainvillea, their purple hues shining in the midday sun. The willows, weeping at the wonder of it all. And the dandelions, no longer just a weed, now free and beautiful. Free to fly wherever they want. This is our place. This is our home. This is our Eden.