Sunday, October 18, 2009

i wont leave until you die

Ok as i am to understand this is a blog that is open for discussion ya? So dont take this one personal steph when you read this. I noticed you posted something about all our blogs, that we are just starting to rant right? Well i dont know about everyone else but ill tell ya my reasoning. im just flat out runnning out of things to post that is open for discussion. Theres only so much that i have opinions on and really im not that opinionated on things that are going around right now. its hard for me to blog about the economy, school rules, whether or not bararck obama should be president or a whole lot of anything for that matter for several reasons. I dont watch the news or read the news paper or surf the web so i dont know whats going in the world really. I dont really need to follow stuff like the economie and politics because as of right now non of that is affecting me. i have a job, i live with my dad, and i go to school. thats all i need to know. the economy isnt really affecting me. so every other week when you ask us to post something up for discussion its a challenge for me cuz i just dont have anything i would like to discuss. at this point i have just run out of ideas to blog on. right now my heads trying to think of something but ive got nothing. every day ritual involves four things and only four things. School,homewerk, regular werk, and if there is time left over i go hunting. so i have a suggestion, because i have run out of ideas, maybe it can be open for discussion on what we should blog about some time. just saying

Monday, October 12, 2009

feelin like a freak on a leash

I was partying this weekend and i thought about how that would be a great subject to blog about. why is the drinking age twenty one? i believe it should legally be changed to eightteen. let me explain. well very first off i strongly believe that if you can die for your country and legally be considered a man at eightteen then why cant you enjoy a nice cold beer? i will also point out that a twenty one year old and even thirty year olds are just as likely to make stupid deicisions while intoxicated. it is not fair to say that an eight teen year old is more likely to drink and drive then anyone else because from experince, older people drink and drive alot more then younger people. although i know of many teenagers who drink and drive, i know many more forty year olds tht do it. and the fact of the matter is is that its happening anyways. government just needs to back off and let eightteen year olds do their things. i mean hell if your going to expect me to be adult enough to kill another man in combat at age eight teen then you can sure as hell expect me to make the right decisions while drinking. and although there are thsose who do not make the right decision as i said there are just as many olderf people who do this. i just dont understand why this law came around because it werked perfectly well for a couple of years for eightteen year olds to legally drink i dont know why that changed. my theory is government knows eight teen year olds are going to drink, and knowing this they can make it illegal and pass out tickets which generates free revenue. other then that i dont know why the magic number is twenty one. o and did you know that eight teen year olds cant even sell alcohol? this is also a ridiculous law for an eight teen year old can read just as fuckin good as a twenty one year old. you dont have to be a genious to read a drivers liscnce and figure out whether or not someone is legal to drink or not. i werk at kroger as a cashier and it is a pain in the ass to have to call for some to scan your alchohol which on average is one out of every ten orders. just saying

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

not that anyone cares

but my best friend who lives next door and i went out hunting today. hes not exactly the brightest kid and hes never been good at anything like sports or school. but today he shot his very first buck with his bow and i was so proud of him because he has never werked so hard to earn anything in life as he did this deer. he spent time in the woods before season scouting and he actually got up in the stand this year. finally after four years of attempting to get a deer he arrowed a three point buck. he made a clean shot and i have never seen someone so excited. i may have been just as excieed though. i got to witness him eat a piece of the deers heart then me and him drug it to his truck, drove it home, and me him, my dad and his dad cleaned it while we shared a beer. it was the best time ive had for a while. the only bad part is at the begginging of the season w made a bet who would shoot a deer first this year. the deal was who ever lost had to shave their head. ill be walking into school tomarrow with no hair. ha funny shit

Monday, October 5, 2009

i knew the first time i saw you with her, it was only a matteer of time

I was just thinking about what to write about for this week’s blog. And now that I am thinking about it I decided that I should probably write about one of my most memorable and enjoyable pieces of writing. This piece of writing was quite simple, and was actually written a long ass time ago. This piece of writing was not particularly written well, really not that detailed for that matter. In fact now that I am thinking about the paper when I read it recently, it made absolutely no since at all if someone was to read it that didn’t write it. Anyways getting off track. The other day I was going through a box my mom had saved with old papers and homework and reports cards, that kind of thing in it. What I came across was a book that my sixth grade of poetry that we had made. I opened it up and it just brought back some of the best memorizes. Some of the stuff that was written in there was just some of the funniest shit you will ever read. One of the poems read this, “ I once walked into the zoo, soon I was hit by a shoe.” I think that poem was called a couplet or some shit. I am not sure but the little book was something interesting to read. It reminded me of junior high and how ignorant we were about writing. Reading the poetry book we all made make me feel pretty good about the writing I write now.