Lost in Paris

I am a tourist.  No argument, or way of thinking can say that I'm not.  Paris was pretty fun , but I obviously didn't take full advantage of it. 

 Break Up Letter

Paris, I'm sorry, but you have never really been my type of place.  I'm more of a "Have your own personal Island and not have to associate with the annoying French People" kind of guy.  So I'm sorry it didn't work out between us.  It's not you, it's me. You are a wonderful place, and there are plenty of people who would love to be with you, but I just don't think we are right for each other.  I hope we can still be friends, but I think our time together is done. 

Yours Truly
Marcus Mumford

Car Talks

*With my oldest brother whom I don't see often.

"So, do you like country music?" 

"Yeah, It's alright I guess..."

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....   Silence
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"Sooo...  How has school been goin' for you?"

"It's been okay.  I don't mind school so much as waking up."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, but make sure you do a good job, cuz this stuff is important.  You may not think it now, but it will make everything much easier if you have good grades."

"Haha, yeah, I know..."

"Good"

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.... Silence
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Arrive at home

"Well, thanks for the ride Matt.  When are you comin' over next?"

"I don't know, probably tomorrow if Jen is good with that."

Awkward Silence

"Well... uh, make sure you bring Sarah and Luke, ok?

"Will do.  See ya."

"See ya."

How To

HOW TO DO A BLOG

• Stop being lazy.

• Find a working computer.

• Do said blog.

*If you are a lazy student who just wants a grade

I Remember

I remember watching WWE with my brother on Saturday mornings.  I remember always cheering for Goldberg.  I remember going to the reservoir in Cedar Hills and being the only one in the family too scared to jump off into the water.  I remember eating pancakes early one Saturday morning when it was raining outside.  We were listening to "Banana Pancakes" by Jack Johnson.

 I remember going to the Dairy Queen in Beaver with my dad every time we drove to St. George.  I remember playing Kings Quest with my brothers.  I remember New Years Eve drinking contests.  I remember throwing up after said contests.  I remember "Man of The Day" challenges.  I remember never winning one.  I remember laying in the stream while water ran over us.  I remember playing "Armless-Legless Man"  at Home-Evening.  I remember never doing anything religious at Home-Evening.

I remember when I would sing "Inspector Gadgets" theme-song with my brother.  I remember playing Mario Kart on the N64 with my brothers, and we all had to come in the top 4 spots, or we did that race again.  I remember fielding ground-balls in my front yard.  I remember when Matthew broke the fence while we were playing Capture-The-Flag.   

I remember my mom cooking for 30 people, and having no leftovers after dinner.  I remember playing NBA Live 2001 on the Xbox with my brothers.  We were the Celtics.  I remember going to get Kong-Cones at Maceys right before they closed so that we could get more Ice cream.  I remember when everyone moved out except me and Caitlin.  I remember when Caitlin became my best friend.  I remember playing "Midnight Tennis" with her at Timberline.   I remember when she went to college and I became the only child in the house.

I remember not being Lonely.

Longing

I am going through a mid-life crisis.  I am not yet 18, and I am already to the point where I hate the world and everything in it.  Why?  I can't for the life of me answer that.  I have no idea why I feel this way, and no idea how to stop it. 

I look at myself as I am now and compare it to who I thought I was going to be when I was younger, and I lose hope of ever being happy again. 

I haven't fully cried in over 5 years.  I have had the teary-eyed moments, and the "sob just a little bit after a lose" stuff, but I haven't actually cried in over 5 years.  I don't know if I can anymore. 

I miss crying.  It was a sign of being a kid.  Of being innocent.  When you are a kid and something makes you mad, you would cry.  I can't do that.  Now I just get angry.  When a pet died, you cried because you were sad.  Now I just get angry.  When you did something you shouldn't have, you cried.  Now I just get angry. 

I was never angry when I was young.

  Something changed.

Q and Hopefully A

I have a question for you Nelson, and it's not taking a shot at your class or anything, it's just a legitimate question I have.  Why do we have to do blogs?  Obviously there is the need for points in the class, so I will understand if that's the reason why, but why make the blogs worth points?  Why not do the class exactly like you joked one time with the grade based solely off of participation and if you were a tourist or not. 

I don't know, I just don't really like the idea of having to try to be creative.  I do most of the blogs that actually spark something in my mind, so I honestly feel like I'm not that much of a tourist, but I have trouble making myself do the 2nd blog, or a blog that doesn't hold sway with me. 

Once again, I'm not trying to shoot down your class, I actually really like it, I just don't do super well with forced creativity, and it's kinda hurting my grade.  No worries though.  Thanks for teaching this class and being a pretty chill guy.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me. 


 -Emily Dickinson


This poem has always resonated with me.  In my tough times, hope is ALWAYS there.  I wish I could properly express what I truly feel like Emily Dickinson could.