Ignorance

This is a word often seen in America. It is in everyday talk, politics, and even news. They over exaggerate, twist truths, and give bias information. The worst part is that we eat it up, and form our opinion off of this. The news demonizes the Iraqi war, when we absolutely have to be there until we finish what we do. Yes, I know the Iraqis want us out, but if they do, then they need to do something about the Taliban. Otherwise, they are complaining about something that they won’t do anything about. Now, some people may disagree with me, so here is an example of information that only ignorance can argue with. As most know, Obama gave a speech to the United States students. People said he wanted to brainwash us, and make us all agree with what he does. Now, if I remember correctly, he said near nothing about politics that he didn’t lead to a lesson for the students to try hard in schools. Where is the harm there? There is no harm, only overreacting. You may say that they didn’t know what he would say, so they assumed the worst. In response to that, think of this. How many presidents have done exactly what Obama did? The last 5, for example.

Complaining

In our society, complaining is an everyday reality. We do nothing but say what is wrong; it is as if we are all pessimistic. Why can’t we be happy with what we get, and you can complain when you go and do something. We don’t want to do any work to get change, but we all want change. I see it every day in my school, to the point where, although I rarely do, I am tempted to do so also. There is one class where everybody, and I do mean everybody, complains constantly, ant I foolishly go with it. Over this weekend, I realized this, and I have decided to stop this, and other habits. I only hope others follow my example.

Agitation

As I said, about 40% of drivers in Owensboro, Kentucky are morons. Drunk, texting, talking on the phone, there is nothing they won’t do while driving. I experienced the negative effects of this on Tuesday, December 1, 2009. I was at a stoplight near a lane merge, and I was in the wrong lane. There were about 4 cars lined up in the correct lane, so when the light turned, I sped up to get in the right lane. I look behind me and I have room to change, so I turn my signal on. I look again and the car is directly beside me. I start to slow down, but my lane ends. I am forced to slam on the breaks, and I slide around the road. I hit no one, and there is no damage, but I was terrified. I hope that idiot straitens up so that never happens to him/her.

Driving

Driving, it’s a dangerous everyday part of our world. It causes stress, fear, heartache, and even death. We fly along at 45-55 Mph within literally 4 feet of others flying at the same speed. Not only that, but people actually do other things while driving like texting, makeup, and, every once in a while, dressing. We even drive drunk, where is the logic in that? Owensboro Kentucky is really bad. We have complete morons who, when they see someone turn on their turn signal, speed up to keep them from doing so. It is literally almost every time that you try to do so, some idiot puts his/her life on the line to save themselves a couple of seconds on their trips. I hope someone who does this is reading this, because you need to stop. Do you have ANY idea how annoying and dangerous it is? STOP!

School issues

In school, I have a friend, who I will not name, that is made fun of because she doesn’t shave. They turn her name into a pun about needing a shave, and they actually laugh about it. What kind of inhumane monster could ever judge a person by how their face is groomed? It is HER face, and she can do with it whatever she wants. Any time I hear this kind of attitude, I want to get violent, but I don’t. I do, however, point out what they are doing, and ask them what they gain from talking about her. I refuse to hang out with any I hear talking about her. I am one who is slow to anger, quick to calm, and I cannot hold grudges against one who has wronged me. Even with all of what I have said, I am angry, will not forgive them until I have a reason to. The only reason I hold the anger is because it is not wrong to do so. This is righteous anger, and I will not allow anyone to talk bad about another around me, because I used to be on the other side of such talks.

New Blog

I have decided that this blogging thing has gotten fun. I’m planning to make another one, and this time, I want to do it for a purpose. I am going to make a blog for putting God in the country again. I want to put the Ten Commandments back in the government, and maybe, just maybe, I can make a difference. If I can make it, then I might get enough people to make a petition to the government. I do not know how much good I might do, but I will try, in God’s name.

The End

Love is sweet, love is sacred, love is worth more than gold ever could be. Love drives deeds, good and bad; it saves souls and ruins others. So, how could one end it? In almost everyone’s life, love ends, but you don’t want it to. Well, this is my first end. I don’t know what to do, she is my first love. I have written about her, and how I love her, but I found out things I find dark that she sees as common practice. I love her still, but I can’t be with her. I am not used to hurting people, but I must. Love has not ended, but it must be cut short.

Christ

My lord and savior, the reason I am happy every day. Because of him and my heavenly father, I am forgiving, loving, and always smiling. I live a happy, comfortable life in god. I am growing closer and closer to him every day. Each time I read the bible, I find something to change in my life, and I take the challenge. I have quit playing games in school, although I did freshman year (and got caught for it), I try to talk about god in my life, and I always hope to save another soul. In the end, he is my all.

Thanksgiving

Food, Family, and thankfulness are the things we think of when we hear Thanksgiving. It is a time to gather, pig out, and catch up. It has become a time of family, love, and eating. We all got to the relative we never see’s house, and love each other. Family members come from out of town come, to love their family. We gather, as I am sure the pilgrims did with the Indians, with our family and friends on this day, because this is what thanksgiving means to us.

The Circumstance

“Chance Chance Chance!”
“Woh! What’s wrong? You look like you’ve see a ghost.”
“You have to help me, there is a bomb in my house that I have to put something coconut related in it or it will blow up!”
“Um…something…coconut…related…? Yeah…okay. Whatever you say,” I turn to walk away.
“No, in serious! I need a coconut or something like that or my family will lose their house!”
“OK, I’m having a hard time believing you about this, but I guess you can take it…” I go to my room and grab my coconut my dad got me from his anniversary to Florida, and give it to him. I really thought it involved some prank, but whatever. I think it’s not worth the risk.

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The Next day, I turn on the news. I see that there has been a chemical a bomb that was neutralized by, go figure, coconut shavings. I guess it is important to trust your friends.

As Youth Leaves

We all grow old. We all know what the taste of youth is, and many still taste it. It is a blessing, a privilege that cannot last forever, but all receive. Some do good deeds and run their lives right with it, some waist it away, but all feel its allure. Even the bible says the youthful are pure. Yet, even with all these facts, almost all youthful yearn to be older, and the older yearn to be youthful. This is how life is. We can never be happy with what we have, and we want it back when we lose it. This is the fatal flaw of humanity.

Let Freedom Ring

America the beautiful, America the great,
The land of the free, the home of the brave.
This title was earned by the fight of fate,
From ocean to ocean, wave to wave.

So much was sacrificed to give us this. Men’s lives and futures, sacrificed for us all to have freedom. We were given freedom, hope, and even power. We can do whatever we want, say whatever we want, and be whatever we want. We must live every day with the fact that this was all hard fought for, and never take this for granted. This freedom could go away in an instant. So, live and live right, worship and worship right, succeed and help others, but never forget.

America the beautiful, America the great,
The land of the free, the home of the brave.
This title was earned by the fight of fate,
From ocean to ocean, wave to wave.

God

God creates, God destroys. God made us all, controls everything around us. He gives us blessings, lets us learn from the negative things in our life. He rewards and punishes, he loves and hates. Yet, even with all of these things, he loves. He gave us his son, Jesus Christ. He allows us to be forgiven, and therefore, gives us the chance to go to Heaven. He is the one thing our life should be focused on, the only thing that will mater forever, except Jesus Christ. Only through him can we truly understand the holy greatness that is our one true God. Only in Heaven can we truly be happy.

Achievement

Achievement is thought to be an award. Achievement is thought to be happiness, success, or riches. Achievement is rewarding, but not the reward. Achievement gives happiness, success, and riches, but is none of these things. Achievement is the struggle to the top. Achievement is proving yourself, above all others. Although, achievement is the things you do on the way to the top, the final test of achievement is what you do once you are there.

Waiting

We have all heard it: patients is a virtue, but what does it really mean? Should we really wait for everything? Should we slow down, and let the rewards come in time? The answer is defiantly yes.
When we want something, we want it now, or on Christmas, we want to know what we got. The most common and annoying responses are “you’ll see”, or “maybe later”. None of us want to wait, we want it now. Fast food, cars, contests, and microwaves are all things that feed our need for instant gratification. If the world could learn to slow down, and be patient, we would have fewer problems. There would be no theft, because people would work to get whatever they are stealing. There would be no murder, because people would wait for something bad to happen to the person, and accept that as revenge. Traffic accidents, most mistakes, and low quality products would all be a thing of the past, if only we had patients.

When I Forgot the Rule

Well, I’m sitting here at the auto shop, getting massive repairs to my car's interior and body. I wasn't in a car accident, and I didn’t just find a car in a junk yard. I broke one rule, one time. I parked in the wrong space.
10/27/09, 7:50 AM. I pull into school, just like any other day, and park my car. There is no big, noticeable significance about where I park. There is no rule against the location.
10/27/09, 4:30 PM. I return to my car after my club meeting, only to find that it has been flipped over, tires slashed, windows crashed, body destroyed, and seats strewn around. I couldn’t figure out why someone would do this. I had no enemies, I was not a threat to anyone; it seemed like a random event. Until, that is, I realized EXACTLY where I was parked. I was in the blue lines of the parking lot. It was the band. If only I had remembered the rule. If only I had paid attention, if only...

times past

Times past, Tomes gone,
Times spent on our lawn.
When we were care free,
When we had glee.
No worries, just fun.
When we play with our toy, not gun.
No worry about other’s thoughts,
Our life, none could distraught.
Ah, our past, so full of cheer
We saw wonder in all, from birds to deer.

My Purpose

I think we are all on the world for a purpose, but it is our choice whether or not we do that. We are all here to glorify the one true GOD, the god of Abraham, Moses, Jacob, and the father of Jesus Christ. We, on the other hand, all have our own purpose. We all have the ability to be great, but it is up to us to fulfill that. I think my talent lies in computers, and, because I am somewhat creative, I may be an architect. My purpose, however, is probably to be a motivational speaker, for god. Maybe not a preacher, but I want to make my own mark.

first love

The first love, the one you never forget.
Every detail is important, every talk is remembered.
You think it will never end.

The first love, you never feel the same.
The first kiss, the first perfect day, the perfect moment.
You never have another chance at this love, so make it count.

The first love, the one you never want to be away from.
Your heart aches when you are not with her, and yet, you love her constantly.
No breakup is harder, no person is closer.

The first love, she never wears off.
You never want to stop being together, never get off the phone, never stop thinking of her.
The one you never forget, not one detail.

Brothers

Noisy, bratty, annoying, unbelievable, downright hard to live with,
This is what a brother is.
Argue, wine, punch, kick Use their youth against you,
This is what a brother does.
Unlovable, impossible to stand, always out to get you.
Yet, we love, stand, and accept them, if only because we are brothers.

My love

April. 24, 2008. One of my best friends form my old school and I start going out. We live in different states, but I don't care. I love her more than anyone else.

Early June, 2008. My love is grounded from the phone, for the entire summer break. I cannot talk to her, but I never forget her. The longer she is grounded, the more I fear that she does not love me anymore.

August, 2008. She is finally ungrounded, and I am incredibly happy, but I am afraid to tell her, because it appears my fears have been realized. It is painfully apparent she has lost the spark. No matter how many times I try to go see her, she always says she is doing something, but we always find time to talk on the phone.

December, 2008. I am crushed. She has fallen in love with another guy. She will not shut up about him, but I am afraid to tell her not to talk about him. I do not want her to hide a part of her life from me. I fear more and more that she loves him more than me.

Late February, 2009. She breaks up with me. I was crushed, beyond all words. I don’t even think she knows. I still wanted to be friends, yet I can't even talk to her because it hurts. She continuously tells me about him, because I am afraid to tell her that it hurts. I just want her to do what makes her happy, regardless of my feelings.

March, 2009. She finds that the man she thought she loved was using her to cheat on his girlfriend, because she looked better than the girl that was his, and his girl was out of town on a missionary trip. She gives him all but what he wants, and I am happy that she wouldn’t.

April 29, 2009. She asked me if I still wanted to go out with her, and I said yes, although I knew that she didn’t love me like I loved her. It was foolish.

Early May, 2009. I find out that she has a crush on my best friend. I make the mistake of three-way calling both of them, and I regretted it. Early the next week, I tried it again, and they said something that I wish hadn’t been said. The next day, I broke up with her. I was tired of the heartache, and I thought I could end it fast. It worked, for one day. Then I regretted it with my whole heart.

June, 2009. I lose contact with both of them for about 2 months.

Early August, 2009. My friend calls me, and within a week, I spend the night at his house. I was so happy to finally have contact with him, and that gave me hope of her calling me.

August 28, 2009. She calls, but it’s not good news. I find out that while I lost contact, that my friend got kicked out of his house, moved in with her, they…did…what boys and girls do when they live together…then my friend got let back into his house. It turns out he got her pregnant.

August 30, 2009. My friend moves in with her, and they are currently engaged. I still love her deeply. It is horrifying, knowing that I can never have her.

September 1, 2009. There was an accident. She was helping move risers for her show choir, and one dropped on her stomach. That same day, her period starred. I was horrified, yet, relieved that she didnt have this to wory about. Her life probably would have been changed for the worse, had this happened. I wish, though, that the baby hadn’t been killed. I don't know what to think

September 2, 2009. My best friend abandons her. He leaves, the day he finds out, and refuses to pick up her calls. I am utterly shocked, and I can’t believe him.

September 6, 2009. I am talking to her for about 2 hours, while my bros play at the park. We start talking about him, because she is depressed. About 30 minutes into the conversation, she is actually very happy. She tells me that I always make her feel better when she is upset, and tells me she still loves me deeply.

September 7, 2009. She breaks up with him, and so I asked her out. I really didn’t care what had happened, because we are together, Even if I haven’t seen her in over 2 years. We plan to go see each other on the 13th.

The Temple

“This way please.”
I snapped out of my daydream, interrupted by the man. I wasn’t even sure what his name was, but I knew he had something important to show me. I was used to this type of thing, not knowing names. It happens in my profession.
“Yes, I know it is impressive, but we must hurry!” He said
I realized that I continued to stare at the large gold statue of the god of light. It’s eyes, made of diamonds the side of my knuckles had something about them, but I couldn’t tell what. Now, however wasn’t the time for such thoughts. I quickly turned to my employer, who had hired me to inspect a series of…unnatural events.
You see, I am a sort of detective. I am not part of any office, or directory you will ever see. I am a freelancer, who is hired for the occurrences that the populace does not want to know about, the supernatural ones. Most people think “ghosts” when they hear supernatural, which is sometimes true. But the reality is that they are only the tip of the iceberg. True supernatural occurrences are things that are not dead, because they never lived. They really do not exist, nor have they ever existed, but they are there.
“Right through here please, watch your head.” He said
I exit the long hall, and enter through a hidden door. The room opens up into a huge, hidden room. But something was wrong. The room had ceilings several hundred feet high, but the building wasn’t even half that height. The room had almost a mile in each direction, including the distance between me and the door I had just stepped through. This was a common sign of the presence of a wraith, or as it was professionally called, Unknown B26. These are extremely powerful, and even more dangerous. I had faced only three of these, and I had only succeeded alone once. This would be very hard.
Just then, my radio came to life. “Did you make it in?”
I pulled my radio out of its holster and said “Yes. You didn’t tell me that it was a wraith. This will cost extra.”
“Fine, fine,” he said “I will pay whatever it takes to preserve the temple. Do you know the historical value of this place?”
“In all truth,” I said, “I could care less, as long as I don’t get killed by this thing.”
I knew there was some big lecture about how foolish I was in its way, but I really didn’t want to hear it, so I shut the radio off. At this point, I decided that it would be a good time to set up shop. I carefully placed my suitcase down next to me, and got out my equipment. There were things that I could never explain in there, because it was so advanced beyond popular perception of modern technology. None of what I would say would sound logical. Just think Ghostbusters proton pack, and you have an extremely basic idea of it.
As I readied myself, I heard the distinctive sound of a wraith scram. It is higher than the pitch of human hearing, so I couldn’t explain it to you. Truthfully, you don’t even hear it. It is heard with your mind, not your ears.
I armed the pack, just in time to see the black cloud approach. The wraiths have no form, it is just a big black cloud with powers we don’t even know of, because no one has ever seen them and lived to tell the tale.
As I waited for it to come into range, I noticed something I had never seen in one of these before. He had a glowing ball floating inside the smoke. I had never heard anyone tell of it before, although I had heard many battle stories between my friends and these. I wanted to know what it was, but this wasn’t the time.
I fired the strange, blue beam, and it went straight through the smoke. I tried again, and it went through the smoke a second time. By this time, I was nervous. Then, I had an idea that I was sure would work. I aimed directly where I saw the light, and fired. It was a direct hit. The beam made a large, near blinding explosion where it had hit.
After the Explosion had ended, I looked to see that the wraith was gone. At that point, I realized that the room was again regular sized. It was maybe the size of a large living room. I had managed to eliminate the wraith.