final words

I use to care what you guys thought. I use to wonder what my rep was, what clothes i wore, who my friends were, and what that girl in my A2 class thought about me. And now that i am about to be slapped in the face with real life, I have thought my way into a mild state of depression. But as i thought and thought I came to this conclusion.... High school was just one big game. A game i wasnt very good at. ( kinda like fuseball) Ya i had big plans for high school but as my senioritis kicked in sophomore year i achieved very few of them. I wasnt popular, I wasnt that amazing athlete i dreamed i'd be when i was a little kid, I was the kid who missed the tying PK in state.... I didnt even have a high school sweet heart i wanted so badly. but part of my realization that high school is just a game i shortly figured out so is life. and one thing i know about games is after a little practice you can get good at them. so who are any of you to tell me i wont make a billion dollars, that i wont win a nobel prize, that i wont find an amazing girl and marry her just to make sure she feels like a princess every day? and who are you to tell me i wont write a song that will influence millions if not billions of people? because this game.... i almost have it figured out and when i have gone out and made a name for myself... Ill pray you will too.

Ordinary World

My ordinary world consists of waking up going to school going home, eating going to soccer, the work or just hanging out. Ya its pretty lame I know. Something that could call me to adventure is finding an unreal girl and falling in love. If someone in my family were to die. If I were to get majorly hurt, come up with a brilliant idea and getting rich, Graduating will definitely be a new adventure or it is going to be. Getting married, and last but not least discovering alien life.

Nowhere Boy

OW: John' s world is going to school just kind of goofing off doing what teenagers do. He doesnt like to wear his glasses because it makes him look uncool...
Call: he meets his mother and she teaches him how to play the banjo as i recall it.
Mentor: his mother allways is telling him he is great and that life is one big party pretty much so go live it up. She also is the one that taught him to love music when he never even really knew about it.
Threshold: He goes to his friends and tells them they need to start a band
Tests, Allies, enemies: His mother ends up no longer seeing his mother and he has to endure that test, he meets paul mcartney and together they write some of the greatest songs in history.
Approach: he learns the banjo and soon gets his first guitar.
Ordeal: He loses his mother. Punches paul in the face.
Reward: Paul and John become best friends and write a lot of songs together.
Return with elixir: There isn't one its just the beginning.

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This is for those who care.

This is for those who try.

Give up.

Depressing Stories

Cats in the Craddle Plot: this song is about a dad and a kid. The song is the story of a boy growing up and a dad that never has time for his son. The whole song the dad is to busy to do anything with his son but the son really looks up to the dad and is always saying he is going to be just like him. It goes through his life and at the end his dad wants to be with his son but he is too busy for the dad cuz he has work and a lot of other things going on. The dad realizes that he ended up just like he did. Character: Dad and son Conflict: the Dad never has time for his son. Theme: Spend time with your kids because one day they wont have time for you. Setting: Mostly their house. Last kiss Plot: This is a really sad song and makes me really think. Anyways this song is about this guy and girl go on a date I assume they were boyfriend and girlfriend. They are driving on the date and the car stalls. They get in a wreck and the girl starts to die. They kiss one more time before she passes away. The rest of the song he talks about how he has to be good so he can live with his baby when he leaves this life. Character: Boy and Girl Conflict: the girl dies. Theme: live good so you can go to heaven Setting: the date.

If

I am jealous of this poem. I feel like he is able to take what is in his head of what makes someone a man and put it on paper. He doesn't try to hard to hard to make it great but he writes real things like "if you can talk in crowds and keep your virtue" So many people say what people want to hear. They don't care if they are being honest or sincere they just care about what people will think of them after. I hate that, and feel it makes our world more screwed up then it already is. that is just one line out of it, but its all just written so perfectly for me and inspires me to want to be the person he describes. And that is what makes me jealous.

Complants

Im tired of girls. Im tired of boys. Im tired of never feeling prepared. Im tired of never amounting to anything. Im tired of being lazy. I am tired of not being good enough. Im tired of being told I am not good enough or that I cant do it. Im tired of cheating my way through life. Im tired of fake people. Im tired of being broke. Im tired of Justin Bieber. Im tired of doubt. Im tired of being alone. Im tired of BYU always losing. Im tired being tired. Im tired of complaining.

Love

What is love? I honestly have thought about this for the longest time and I have come to realize that love cant be defined by one thing, because you love everyone differently. You love your mom and dad differently from how you love your girlfriend. You love your brothers different from how you love your sisters. Love can be felt but I dont think it can be defined. At least I havent found a good enough definition of it. When you do love someone you will do anything for them. They are more important then you are and you would even go as far as to die for that person. Thats love and should be used with caution otherwise you can get hurt.

My song lyrics.

verse.
I twist these words, that feel my mind. I think of what we left behind. A summer day alone with you. Nothing better nothing more I'd rather do.
Pre chorus.
I'll think of you ever day, til your face engraves in my brain.
Chorus.
The less I sleep, the more I dream. Making you, to what it seems. The perfect girl.... that feels my dreams.
Verse.
My heart aches for the unknown. the feeling inside I cant let go. I cant explain how I feel, and maybe I will never know.
Pre chorus.
But one think I know that is true, I don't want to live without you.
Chorus.
The less I sleep, the more I dream. Making you, to what it seems. The perfect girl.... that feels my dreams.
Verse.
I lie awake another night. Restless with the thought of you. Wishing I could hold you close... while I sleep alone.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk completely and utterly alone. No one matters, Everything has lost its color... and how does the sun lose its color? I am in my own little world trying to seperate myself from this place and these people, because I want to cry but i dont want people to see. This is my boulevard of broken dreams... its not just one dream, one broken dream i can handle, but its a whole street of them.... and that i cant.

I am thinking about you

When it's a perfect summer day and I am laying on my hammock and could be thinking of anything in the world I think of you. I think of you like rain thinks about falling like Snowmen think about Snowwomen. I am thinking of you like Ron thinks of Hermonie, like school thinks about ending I am thinking of you like weird little creatures think about eating butterflies and pooping out rainbows. I am thinking about you like glue thinks about sticking, like fairies think about flying. I am thinking of you like Scooby Doo thinks about Shaggy, like peanut butter thinks about jelly, like elves think about Christmas, like the sun thinks about shinning, like Teletubbies think about their stomachs glowing, like babies think about laughing, like the world thinks about peace.... Needless to say I think of you everyday, so one day I will of thought of you so much, I will finally find the nerve to ask you out. Then maybe.... just maybe. You'll think about me....

Direct Orders

you are under direct orders to rock the **** out! Rock out like you just kissed the girl of your dreams. rock out like your graduating high school after 4 crappy years. rock out like you just wrote a song. rock out like you just had surgery and got pain killers. rock out like you just made your first million. rock out like someone just lit the school on fire so you get to graduate early. Rock out like its the 1980's and your in a hair band. rock out like your playing a rock band. Rock out like just punched Satan in the face!! rock out like your Jewish. Rock out like its the summer of '69. Rock out like its the last day of your life, but its probably not so rock out more. Rock out like your just found out Nelson is the random LP student that commented on your blog. Rock out like baseball was never a sport. Rock out like you just moved out. rock out like you are 9 and just beat Zelda the ocarina of time. Rock out like your 17 and just beat it again. rock out like your to lazy to press the shift key at the beginning of a sentence. rock out like you just watched 5 seasons of Psych in 2 weeks. rock out like you just egged a police station and didn't get caught. Rock out like your 18 and can buy dry ice. Rock out like you just completely did a 360 on the freeway and didn't hit anything. um... just rock out!

Intro

Hello world, welcome to my blog which I am not going to lie I dont know if you will like it or not, quite frankly i could care more but i dont. This is the one place that no one knows who I am, or where im from. which is really how the world should be. but its not. this is the one place i can write and not have to worry whether or not it is good enough according to other people's expectation. Everyone is so worried about what people think and if what they write will be good or not. they worry if it makes sense to other people or if it follows the "correct" sentence flow our English teachers have all tried to teach us all these years, but lets get real no one remembers what hyperbole or similie is. what they do remember is how they feel about things that matter to them, and that is even forgotten unless you write it down. so here is me writing it down.