2009

Here are just some cool pictures taken in Copper Harbor Michigan. I went on an outing with my girl cousins up there during summer and we shopped around and explored.

Some say that eyes Are a mirror into the soul That if you look close You can see everything There is to know about that person That you can know someone Just by peering into their eyes Yes I believe that But then you have to think A mirror can look both ways When you look into another’s soul You must first face your own As it reflects back at you Can you handle the truth As you look inside of yourself So look into my eyes Tell me what you see inside of me If you find emptiness Does it mean I lack a soul Or if you see madness Does it mean I have nothing left Tell me who you think I am Look into me eyes tell me what you see

Everyone loves them right? I now I do, and so does my brother. Actually he is more like addicted to them. There are two things that I hate about spicy cheetos though, and both drive me insane. They are the only downfalls to the mighty cheeto. First thing, no matter how big the bag you buy ,whether it be a little personal sized bag or a family sized party bag that you could fit your younger sibling into, all of them are gone within minutes. It drives me crazy, I just sit there thinking, is there a portal at the bottom of this bag because my cheetos are disappearing much faster than I could ever eat them. I just don’t understand how they are all gone so fast, and no it isn’t because I am pig and gobble them up really fast. I can take like one handful then turn back to the bag for more and a leprechaun must have made off with my cheetos because they are all gone now. I have to ask, are my friends just eating them all within the two seconds that I look away, maybe I am just insane, oh well that doesn’t mean I should loose my cheetos. ...

So basically, no one listened to my rant last night. Bad people, you should have brought your stuffed animals, only three of my friends brought them along to school, one couldn’t be photographed due to being in a different class, sorry Cappy. The collecting consisted of a husky, gopher, and of course the famous Dakota. Thanks to those that brought their stuffed animals and showed the love. Everyone else, Where’s the Love?

This was a tree my mom and I found on the side of the road on our way to Bend Oregon for our trip back from Michigan. We passed it and had to turn around and go back because it was so cool looking. I have seen telephone wires coated with shoes, but never a tree so covered in them. The shoes were like leaves there were so many. I would have hung up my own shoes but all I had were my new shoes and sandals. Very cool.

This may seem childish but hear me out. On my road trip to and from Michigan this summer and the summer past I decided that I wanted a mini buffalo. Weird but true. So I traveled basically across the whole country and this year in St. Mary, Montana right outside of Glacier National Park, I found my mini buffalo. This is Dakota, I named him Dakota even though we bought him in Montana, because I am just that talented with naming things. ...

A friend of mine a year or so back for my birthday gave me a scented candle that smelled like a cupcake. I kid you not, this thing I think was a cupcake. I don’t understand how people make those things. Seriously did they take a cupcake and shove it into a candle’s container and say, hey here’s your candle. This can’t even be a candle, it smells so good you can’t trick me. ...

Here is the second part to last night’s poem To sleep At night I must Believe In love Not just Hate To live A life In favor Not disgrace To hide away To save face To leave Escape this place To forgive My sins Is to Forget the world And all It’s hate To believe In destiny But not One’s fate I do Deserve To live again To live A life Not burn In sin I do Deserve To see The sun To see The darkness Of the world Undone ...

I’m in Chicago for a couple of days for the Agile Alliance Agile2009 conference. It’s also a great excuse to hook up with my brother as he lives pretty close to downtown. We spent a bunch of time wandering around Millennium Park enjoying the sculptures, fountains, and other sights. Then it’s over to Grant Park to enjoy the Buckingham fountain. We then wandered over to the Agora sculpture before grabbing the bus back to Scott’s house. ...

Mona Lisa smiles at me Perfect teeth but somehow wrong She looks and stares but cannot see She holds her pose forever strong Such confidence in a twisted smile But what could it mean Is it happiness in a vial Or maybe she can see behind the scenes But the smile stands for only one thing A secret kept far from the world A heart song plucked from a string A love note never unfurled The base of music and sight The sound of a storm An answer to human kinds plight The world a moth to butterfly transformed But she keeps this to herself Caught only in a little smile A book gathering dust on a shelf A man in jail waiting for a trial But the secret that was never told Seen only in a paintings smirk Forever forgotten in a world of old But seen only by those who know its works