that wasn't my turn to say nothing.

i just heard someone sneeze. it was amazing. well not even, but i heard it. the strangeness of rest has come upon me. i must kill it. texas woods. the summer hasn't even began and the itch to be busy is scraping at my productive person. i didn't crush these noodles well enough... splashes of fake chicken... the slip. that was two thirds ridiculous. the stage i'm setting myself up for is not the one i had intended... but thats ok because where i end up is not up to me. i've determined my goal in life is to be a TOOL. i'm to be utilized and put to work where i am needed. my safety nets are merely beverages.

high fives on trial!

Pros:
-they make you look mad cool when successful
-its a solid relationship building tool
-no words need to be spoken
-strangers excell with high fives

Cons:
-when you miss, you look like an idiot
-its dissmissive and friendships won't get any deeper because a high five is like a period at the end of a sentence that could've gone on
-can miscommunicate what the message should be (ie: 'i wish you a good day' could be percieved as 'your right, we should have sex')
-strangers hate high fives

my diagnosis: high fives are acceptable, but not encouraged if you are looking for something deeper than an associate in life. celebration is mandatory high five time.

i... i like lists...

LIKE!

the things that MATTER.. for real. (characteristics assumed= follower of Christ/smokin hot)

(in a very kinda (not) specific order)(10)

Creativity -> self explanatory. includes intelligent. must... (wittiness is key)
Passionate -> goals, aspirations, dreams. extreme longing for everything holy.
Spontaneous -> 'lets go somewhere.' 'ok.' bedtimes are for suckers.
Un-Child-proof -> meltage (of the heart) caused by kids and/or babies.
Laughability -> laughs at me. then makes me laugh. (see 'wittiness is key')
Soulful -> in it. feels with it. lives for it.
Family Valued -> knows what it takes. has a good example.
Crazy -> does whatever, down for whatever. not. normal.
Compassionate -> loves for loves sake.
Active -> discin baby. discin. (in my sketchbook there's a little heart and underneath it says 'and joyous')

must also partake in stupid bets with me. ie: i'll bet i can finish this tray of strawberries before you can finish your tray of poptarts.

am i picky?




and the hate list...

boxes of social comparison. - statuses, 'race', income....
ism's. - consumerism, racism, capitalism, political...ism....
junk email. - its just pure crap....
money. - satans deathgrip....
body gloves or 5 stars. - they freaking hurt.... like real bad....
accessories. - things that obstruct the smoothness of skin. . <- see? gross....
wet socks. - no... no high fives ever....
embarrassment. - falling in public, but having it actually hurt. scaring someone who doesn't get scared. smelling bad or getting owned at something i'm good at.
redwings. - vile, disgusting, extremely talented.


smiles!!! (this is not a part of the hate list, just a goodbye, such as 'cheers!' or 'laters!' but with a british accent (the laters, not smiles. (pronounced lay(delay)-eers)))

For my bro chris

there once was a man named Chile. (yes like the country, but he resented it with all his passion because he did not desire to be affiliated with it.) He liked to golf. (not just liked, the remainder of his passion revolved around the next time he would golf.) at nights he would nary bat an eye at sleep. (for he was thinking about his hatred for the country of chile and all the golf he would play once he changed his name). but he didn't change his name. (because he was a coward. a coward.) he sucked it up at went to chile. (and he had an ok time.) he fell in love and had several babies, 78% if whom where planned. (if only, he thought, babies were hatched instead.)

but it was not the case.

.com-

my main intention was to get some thoughts to fuel my anger. really, i do beleive its my holy discontent. but with that being said, what can i do otehr than voice my opinion thats been shared time and time again? and my opinion on YOUR opinion isn't gonna do jack either, because my opinion of your opinion could very well match your opinion of my opinion. only God the lord and creator of the UNIVERSE has the power to dramatically change a heart. i'm never going to stop trying, i'm just going to find another avenue for it. something new. something different. now that everything has been done, the only way to suprise someone is to be obscene or to be unique. redundant arguments aside, i could go on and on about the injustices of the world and how we should all mellow out an all that other nonsense. my thinking is, and opinion is just an opinion and has absolutely no validity to anyone other than the person with the opinon, if it is true to the heart of that person. surface opinions that change arn't true and secure opinons, only grass patches that cover up crap to make the whole lawn look better. i think everyone is overrated. i also think that everyone is beautiful, and the pursuit of beauty is the one thing in this world that really matters. i can rant and rave about whatever but that won't allow you to open up another facet of your imagination unless your open too it. my scattered thoughts are only scattered without the fundamental base of who and what i am...

let it be known that man night is on hiatus for two weeks

further down the road the competition is blazing. no one wants to join but i don't have a choice.

whoaaa people putting the olympic torch out? boycotting the olympics?! thats radical. i'm excited for the controversy that happens when people care enough to crap things up. its a glorious spectacle. their popeye moments. their time to say heyyy hey hey hey. stopit.

distraction.

catacalysmic forces out of my control but under my intelligence. steve nash, gandalf, and rosa parks were ALL JEDI. don't EVEN act like i'm making that up. i have explicit reasons and justifications for all my accusations. marc is sasquatch.

germany.

my suggestion box is unseen, however always open to suggestions. its open like my heart and the difference must be that my heart only listens to what it wants. the suggestions are merely judged and laid aside in piles labelled friend, dissertationization, and mcguyver.

feist.

is hot but i'm not a fan of her music. starbucks once told me it was good. my ears took on the characteristics of my heart and made the choice for themselves. shallow, and pedantic. not my words. not words with anything even resembling the sound or look of leslie feist. junos whoo.

pure.

crap without twigs. blueberries without being surrounded by baked blubber. pizza after a good run washed down with icecream sandwhiches. good night. not as good morning. equally good evening and always a good life. the boggs only belong to those who respect them enough.

here it comes here it comes here it comes

motherfreakingfrisbee!!!!! DISC!!!!!! FLYING PLASTIC!!!!!!! heres the deal. i need you. all of you. well, 13 of you. 6 girls 7 guys would be IDEAL but not totally necessary. as long as you can run for two hours we only need 7 people. if this could happen i'd gladly captain us an ultimate team! thing is you gotta be passionate... and kinda in the money cuz it costs money. but its so much more than pickup. oh man. (literally drooling. sick but necessary) there is an A league i'd be down for (if you we or us are super bold and pretty decent) which is travel an competitive, or a B league which is intermediate. both would be sick killer amazing fun, so hop on this with me. all of you who enjoy outside and running and fun. i'm sad that people wear cleats, cuz barefoot is the way to go... but i'd subscribe my feet to some clinging feet. hopefully you will too.

http://calgaryultimate.org/

make a profile, hopefully mebe yes you will play with me. if not i'll have some other new people to play with, but i'd rather own them with you by my side. excellent chance to get in amazing shape (nudge nudge eh eh?!?!?! me too.. uuuuugh but yes.) for serious. frisbee has surpassed even my love for baseball and hockey when it comes to playing. this is huge for me. see? i just wrote a whole page of worthlessness because i'm so excited. now i won't be able to sleep. for real. but its ok because i can go potentially play frisbee!!!!!!!! this is gonna get spiritual.

happy sigh.