- styrofoam rubbing
- biting down on a metal fork then pulling the fork out
- chomping on your gum
- car brakes that squeal
- me singing
- nelson complaining how no one like his class
- when the bell rings at school on a monday
- dog whistle app
- car accidents
- "lets just be friends"
- breaking a bone
- chalk board scratch
- drums
- awkward silence
- my parents talking
- earphones that are too loud
- "what college are you going to"
- "your blog SUCKS"
- "homework for tonight is...."
- "and the winner is................................................................................. not you"
- "your a tourists"
- squeaky shoes
- "no"
- whooooooop whooooooop (police)
- and the kick is......... no good
- baby crying
- some country songs
- some songs
- reading this out loud "a;slkdjfhoiesjalkmnjsdlkfjoiujaeoija;,mdckjvoiujaoenoirypoa"
- white people trying to rap
- "how much comments do you have on your blog"
- "how much page views do you have on your blog"
- swear words
Sunday, October 27, 2013
sounds that hurt
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Eye Color
I wonder if I see different colors than you
what if the color I saw as red you saw as blue
what if my orange was your green
and your yellow was my purple
But ever since we were little kids
we were taught to call that color in particular the same name
If this is true
than how would we prove it?
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Little Tikes Basketball Hoop
What ever happened to the good old days of Little Tikes Downstairs Basketball Games. Me and my friends, cousins, brothers, and our dads could go downstairs and literally play for hours on our little tikes hoop. We would always pick our favorite NBA player and say "I'm M.J. I'm M.J." we would play our own made up version of "21" and "Tips." For our dunk competitions we would get a little trampoline that was like three feet wide and jump off it so we could get more air but it hurt to land so we would get like five bean bags to soften our between the legs behind that back windmill front flip dunk.
My mom has pictures of me when I was two years old with little tike basketballs in each of my arms walking around like a freaking baller. Usually kid's first words are "mom" or "dad" but not me my first word was "ball." To this day my family still owns a little tike basketball hoop where we play 1 on 1 Sunday afternoons. Screw SPACE CAMP (that's expensive) I have a LITTLE TIKES HOOP.
My mom has pictures of me when I was two years old with little tike basketballs in each of my arms walking around like a freaking baller. Usually kid's first words are "mom" or "dad" but not me my first word was "ball." To this day my family still owns a little tike basketball hoop where we play 1 on 1 Sunday afternoons. Screw SPACE CAMP (that's expensive) I have a LITTLE TIKES HOOP.
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Benjamin Button Syndrome
Honestly when I get to the point were I cant take a crap by myself just kill me. When you reach that point in your life you become completely dependent on someone else. It's like freaking Benjamin Button. When he was first born he was and old man and as he got older he got younger.
I think its interesting that when you are first born you are completely dependent on someone else and right before you die typically you are dependent on someone else also.
So while you are not dependent on anyone make something useful out of your life. Like in the movie Saving Private Ryan when all the soldiers died to save one person and the captain said to the Private "Earn This" The captain meant earn your life because soldiers have died to save your life. Now I'm telling you to earn your life.
I think its interesting that when you are first born you are completely dependent on someone else and right before you die typically you are dependent on someone else also.
So while you are not dependent on anyone make something useful out of your life. Like in the movie Saving Private Ryan when all the soldiers died to save one person and the captain said to the Private "Earn This" The captain meant earn your life because soldiers have died to save your life. Now I'm telling you to earn your life.
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