Here we are, yet again without a purpose for writing this. I am feeling rather morbid and ill contented so bear with me. I just had kind of a crappy day. Why? I am not really sure. I hate it when you feel like you had a good day but in the end you look back and say, What the Hell, that sucked. That is where I am right now. Individual divided up, my day was alright. I had some fun with Nooshers in Math, and fun but time consuming day in Art. But here I am now thinking to myself, ...

Just a random photo along my travels. Mine is in the middle, yeah for McDonald’s hot chocolate. I survived off of that for a week.

Muahaha, we are the evil traveling buddies disobeying rules across the country! I just thought it would be funny to get this picture, worked out pretty well. Dogs gotta do, what a dogs gotta do.

Hmmm… I am not really sure what to say. So lets talk, just you and me. Converse, speak, chat, communicate, discuss, gossip, prattle, sing, yell, scream, twitter, or maybe just blog. A lot of people talk, they can talk for minutes, hours, or days straight. We can all do it, some of us do it without even noticing it, but the problem is that People talk, and talk, and talk but never say a word. ...

While Downtown the other day with a friend I saw a postcard of two prarie dogs kissing. I then picked it up, showed it to my friend and said: I have seen them do that. She didn’t believe me, here is my proof of prairie dogs kissing. The second picture just cracks me up because I caught it sticking his tongue out. Very funny.

Sorry about the crappy picture I had to use my old camera. This is me after being locked away working on my IB art project for four and a half hours straight. Still, not that much progress. I like where it is heading though. However I am still unsure about a lot of things. I am trying to make a cigarette out of matches, but I am having a lot of problems. I am not sure how to color it accordingly to make it look like a cigarette. I really don’t want to have to paint over it because then you couldn’t tell if they were matches but I don’t know what else to do.

Here is a very generic poem of mine, I dislike it but I have nothing else to put up currently. This is why I think classes don’t make writers, they create canned poetry. Here is some good evidence of the fact. The leaves are falling Gone in a blur But who will remember The fallen leaves Each color unique As they drift away Forever forgotten Gone in the breeze The trees protectors Forgotten, when they fall Never to be remembered For who they really are When they have fallen They freeze in the snow Forsaken and discarded Like an old broken toy The trees stand bare Believing they can stand Forgetting the leaves And their role in its life Winter pushes forward The tree cannot stand But the leaves all fallen Can never be returned As the snow melts The tree must see Its horrible mistake The fallen leaves lay dead Buried by snow Now the tree stands bitter and alone So it grows more leaves To replace those loyal to it So easily forgetting its treason But as years pass by And seasons replay Over and over The tree repeats its mistake Never learning its lesson Cursed forever to relive its life The leave’s revenge For they never fall alone Because inside they know Each fall that passes Has its winter in turn

It is fun to be a kid sometimes. This is me playing in a park near Bend Oregon.

The woman stands Arms full of grocery bags In front of a store She doesn’t move She is frozen Those that pass her Look to try and see What her far away stare Is focused upon What horror she is witnessing But what they don’t see Is that it isn’t An image her stricken eyes Have fallen upon But the absence of it Alone the mother stands Her child is nowhere Gone from sight Disappeared into a world Beyond the safety of a mother’s touch Where there is no play Only a harsh reality Of survival and death She wonders How could this happen What did I do To deserve this punishment The statue begins To regain life As a scream burst forth From petrified lungs Dying for release The bags fall As her arms reach out For something that Is no longer there Her child is gone In just a blink of an eye She has vanished The mother screams Over and over again For her child But there is no answer Just the stares of the passersby She falls to her knees Her child’s favorite foods Lay strewn about The mother of a missing child She hears nothing Sees nothing But her child Before she was gone Remembering that last look The last moment before Destiny was changed Taking her baby away from her So she sits on her knees Her arms held out to nothing With her child’s favorite foods But no child No one stops to help Because they don’t understand What it means to lose A part of them But now she does The wailing statue Waiting with empty arms And a horrible plea For a missing child to come back And never again leave

A year ago my dad, Nick, and I went to visit Cal Poly San Luis Obispo to see if Nick would want to go there. He is there now. I miss him a lot, but i am sure he is enjoying his time as a college student. These are some photos of an alley way we found downtown in San Luis Obispo. Yes, That is Gum Coating the Entire Wall. ...