The ancient figure bent over, and the dust shook from its eyes. “Think about these things,” it snarled “and be sure to call me if you need anything.” The mountain then proceeded to swallow it whole.
I put in an entry for a poetry contest, hosted by Commaful, so feel free to check it out and vote! Link
So if you know me in person, or if you have seen the campaign pins that live on the strap of my book bag, you know that I am a Bernie supporter. For the first time in my life, I have taken an interest in politics or, for that matter, anything history related (with thanks … More Some Political Ranting
It has been a long day. Too long. My bags fall off of my body in a discordantly sloppy way, much like a narcoleptic horse might collapse after running full speed only to find the ground swiftly approaching him after falling into an instantaneous sleep. My bed calls to me like a chorus of sirens, … More Nonsense Napping
I WILL NOW LIST MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS WHICH INCLUDE WORKING OUT AND DRINKING WATER AND … which is usually how I would set up a resolution post to herald in the new year, but this year I want it to be different. This is an extremely important year for me and any other seniors … More The Typical New Years Post…?
Is there something beyond the sickness, Something we can’t feel, Except at the times when the plague is forgotten, A momentary lapse of happiness, A partition of the curtain, To let the spear of light shine through, And pierce our soul, But leave it crippled and split, Fodder for the masses, To bend as they … More Beyond
So for English this year we had to read this excerpt from the book A Tribe Apart, and write a page response on it. The article was about America’s adolescence and how we can be volatile and misunderstood and all that great stuff you hear about all the time. I kinda liked the paper, so I … More Paper on the US Adolescence
Imagine taking a metal pole. Ok, now imagine that this is the smoothest and most quality piece of metal you have ever laid your eyes on. You are afraid to touch it, in fear of blemishing the perfection of its premier surface. Now, imagine that the pole has been dropped into a bucket of oil. You … More The Trouble With Writing
Organic soap must really get my brain signals moving because shower time has been particularly thought-provoking during the past week or so. I started to think about the end. In general. The end of a day, the end of a week, the end of my senior year, the end of time… (I know, quite the … More Thoughts on The End
Usually before I start to write a blog post I have a pretty good idea about what I’m going to say, and what I want to address. I have been thinking about this post for quite awhile now and there is something very elusive about it, in the sense that I can’t quite figure out … More The Follow Up