Love

You know, I haven't a clue what love is. From what I have felt, I am "convinced" I know, but I know I really don't. But I can't help it. There is a girl I am infatuated with. She is beyond perfection, but that doesn't really matter. I have a few common interests, but she really makes me lost for words. I have been writing sonnets. Seriously, sonnets. I really wouldn't mind sweeping her off her feet.

I am not sure I know what love is, but the feelings I feel towards her are the strongest I've yet to feel and I can't imagine love being much stronger than this.


And may I say that the female mind is absolutely unfathomable? Seriously, get a life!

It feels good to get this out in the open. If you go through
the trouble of finding out what it says, I bet you will find you
 wasted your time.

Agencies

I guess if I want to get published, I'll have to do it without an agent. For my second novel they'll be flooding my gates. I still need an idea for the first one, though.

Kassie Hamilton

It was my good friend's birthday. She is now sixteen and one of the prettiest sixteen year olds I know. Kassie, happy birthday. You can take a lot of crap (or Gas, I guess) from your two best friends, but know that we love you and always enjoy talking to you. Thank you for being my friend and thank you for spending the time to get to know me. You are a great young woman.

Happy birthday to one of my best friends.

You know, I complain very little here

I bet you like my blog a little. I do. I have stuff that I would like to put up here but don't for the simple fact that I don't want to bug you with whining.

• I could complain about girls (Because teenage girls always look so great but have so much drama. Kind of like a temperamental sportscar). Seriously, why do girls like jerks?
• I could complain about being the only one at home (Having your parents' undivided parenting attention on you is not fun).
• I could complain about girls that are hypocritical (The type that yell for hours after a sexist joke or if I (jokingly) say that girls are inferior to guys then think it is perfectly alright to use the "I'm a girl," card to get what they want). I hate, hate hypocrisy beyond belief. St. Mark 11, for those of you who want to know how Jesus felt on the subject.
• I could complain about my lack of a car.

But in reality, I won't. Because you don't want to know that I am human. My blog is funny or spiritual or nerdy, so drama isn't what I want to make the main subject. Just know I do have normal person feelings. Don't feel obligated to comment to make me feel better because I am fine. Sorry I just barfed emotion. I feel better now.

Happy Birthday to my friend

He was born 203 years ago. What a great man. When we meet again in the spirit world, you bet I will be hugging one of my biggest heroes. I love this man.

I am really happy right now.

I am happy. I do not know why. Maybe it's because I just got off one of the best dates of my life. Maybe it's because I had steak for dinner. Maybe because things are just okay the way they are.
Note: The difference between me and a girl blogger is that a girl would put a smily face after that sentence. I am not a girl. Definitely not.

Missing You

There are a few habits I got while hanging out with my best friend, Brock Duclos.  For example, every time I go to the Macey's deli, I sit in the exact same spot. Brock and I would play a game to see who was more "psychic" by quizzing each other on the things behind us. Brock always sat facing the store and I faced the drink dispensers. Because it was "tradition" (according to Brock, anyway) we always sat like this and he always got quizzed on the easy side. I haven't sat anywhere else in the deli since he left.  One time, a song came on in the car ride home from work. He asked me the name of the song (the title was "Blindsided") and after I told him, he responded by saying, "I knew that." I don't really know what made that very funny, but every time that song come on, one of us would start to recreate the conversation. To this day I still say it.  I kind of miss my best friend. It's been over 150 days (yeah, I do take a daily tally on my wall like an inmate). He's having the time of his life. My life could've been similar, but Calculus is too big of a part of my life for me to be happy. 

Blog

I have had a blog for a year now. I've grown quite a bit since my first post but my blog hasn't changed very much. There are a few bloggers that have gotten extremely aesthetically pleasing, but mine has remained this way. To tell the truth, I like it. I keep it simple. I focus on one thing: the writing.
But throughout all of what I have written, I have seen a bunch of growth. I'm proud. Maybe I'll make a book. Probably not.

It has been the best. It is going to stay that way.

Happy birthday to my blog in about an hour. It's pretty awesome.
I was on the radio for two and a half hours today, which was pretty enjoyable. I spent the last half an hour alone, scheduling all my favorite songs to play while no one was there. I thought that was pretty smart.
I have a date tomorrow with an awesome girl. I am very often rude to her, but I am trying to be a nicer person. Carley Sturgis and I are going to the ballet. I am awesome, I know. I have new dress shoes, a freshly dry-cleaned suit, a great tie and a finely pressed shirt. She will look great, even if she is in a burlap sack (admittedly that would be kind of awkward because I am not sure those sacks come in a size that would be modest for a teenage girl).

So here is to an awesome birthday, a great idea, and a spectacular evening on the town.

I'm not above conformity only because I don't want to be called a hipster

I'm not following the rules.

They want me to say twelve random facts about myself. Random they get.

1. I have a freckle in my left palm.
2. I choose the color of my reversible belt every time I where it by closing my eyes and flipping it until I lose track of which side is which, then put it on.
3. I can go to sleep anywhere. The sidewalk outside a Pizza Hut at 9:00 PM in the middle of winter? Easy.
4. I could spend thousands of dollars on formal wear. I love good looking suits.
5. I hate most of the music played. I hate country. I hate whatever they play at dances. I hate it all.
6. I hope I get a scar on my chin like Harrison Ford.
7. I make videos.
8. I hate math.
9. I was disappointed when I got a 29 on the ACT without studying.
10. Pancho Villa almost killed my great-grandfather.
11. I want to make people feel emotion from the things I make.
12. I wear size 12 shoes and am 5'11".

Now they want me to answer some questions. Fine.

1. Favorite musical? I don't watch musicals. Les Miserables.
2. How many cavities do you have? Too many. It's not my fault, blame that quack of a dentist.
3. Favorite (dirty) song? I have standards.
4. Country or dupstep: which is worse? Crap is crap as far as I can see. Why dig through it?
5. Favorite catchphrase that someone else says, not you? Since you didn't give parameters for not saying it, I'll choose something that I borrowed from someone else. "I've heard it both ways."
6. Would you rather dance in the rain or go on a romantic dinner/movie date with that special someone? The former because dancing in the rain sounds pretty useless. I mean really, there are better places you could dance as well as better things to do in the rain.
7. Favorite video game(s)? I would say the Zelda series and Mario. I stick with the classics. Also, Goldeneye of the N64. So clutch.
8. Which do you like better, Psych or The Office? The Office was best in the second season then lost it's flare, whereas Psych met it's true potential in it's second season and kept going up. Since the seasons are basically comparable, timeline wise, I'd say The Office in the beginning, then Psych for most of the two.
9. Favorite person to text or call? Probably Maren Parsons. She has really good taste in everything and very often her texts make me want to marry her. Example: Me too! Haha and bookshelves... I just... Really like bookshelves. So great.
10. Would you rather eat cupcakes or brownies? I would go for a piece of steak. Was that one of the options? No? Isn't it always?
11. Favorite attractive famous person? Zooey Deschanel has got my famous person heart. She is pretty awesome. Also, Emma Watson.
12. What is the most important lesson you feel you've learned in your life? Easy. The day I learned about Trigonometry. It really taught me how much I loath math.

I am not going to spread this cancer. Do what you want. I love you, bye.