I made it...

You heard it from me...I made it. You are probably wondering just exactly where I made it to. The answer: Anywhere!

As I typed in 37 different combinations of my e-mail accounts, my e-mail names, and passwords to try and get to this particular blog I realized something: You have to be patient and persistent at the same time. I know the cliche': "You have to work hard to get what you want," or something similar to that saying. Well it is essentially true, although sometimes I just wish it wasn't that way.

In all actuality I came on here to get away from writing a paper that I have to finish by Tuesday (Yeah I felt that writing this would be better, you're not my boss). Now that I am here I wonder how I manage facing adversity. Hell 75% of the time I am just confused and the other 25% of the time I am just complacent. Maybe you are not like me and have all the pieces in place, which I can respect; but I am a Scattergories player...?

I think it's the confusion, the adversity, the unknown that keeps me on my toes, and has other people asking "wtf." Right now as you have read this you are already asking yourself "where the hell am I going with this blog?" and I am here to tell you that it doesn't matter. Sometimes you just have to be random; whether it's purposeful or not. Hold on to this verbal roller coaster there may never be another one quite like it.

All my pants are different; but each one makes for a great leg pocket, however the length is always an issue. I always thought pants were more fun in the dark, maybe you don't like them. But if you don't like your pants, what do you think about your shoes? your shirt? my fragmented sentences?

What is more to you grasshopper is a language of poetic injustice served amongst the froth that shines forth like an imbred fairytale.

Okay now I am just getting weird...but this randomness must continue.

Pajama pants are for living in; why must we only wear them at night. If a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it of course you are dumb for asking that question...honestly who thought of something that stupid. Guess what? The sun doesn't rise and it doesn't go under a cloud...the Earth's axis is of course rotating around the sun (which never moves; just burns like a kindling flame of external love like all things that must extinguish but fear not for that is far). I guess the cloud went under the sun and the Earth sets in the morning and it rises in the evening, so suck it moon.

Sure we are locked down by gravity but not sucked in by it...why did I think of that sentence. You're never too old and you're never too young for eventually we will be cyborgs and you will be invisible to guns.

Guns don't kill people...stupid people eat worms. It's not my fault I was born this way it's your fault you eat lima beans. I would like to declare my own country and invite my friends over for treats. I would have my own holiday and be in charge of tiny ants.

I am amazed you have read this far, it's a testiment to your persistence and your patience, I certainly hope you are not confused.

It's all culminating into one, it's time to defuse.


You made it. I am guessing you were confused, and I am guessing you are still confused. Well my friends that is just life. Even if your entertainment is askew, and things make no sense, hopefully you can see things to the end, it's life my friends, and it is nothing more than crazy fun nonsense;-).

Back to school...