Here again for the second time

Here it is, another blog post written. I figured it was about time I got back on track with my daily blog. I haven't made a single update in a long while. Again I don't have anything really good to write about, other than the fact that my poem, Beauty of Nature is progressing quite smoothly along with my pep-talk essay, Brilliance. I feel that those two really should be included in my first book.

Falling

I have entirely too many nightmares about just falling off or over just about anything. Like earlier this morning after I had a dream about a Disney movie with an extremely awesome song, I dreamt I was in school, but it wasn't really school at all. I was on my way out and I walked into this area where there were windows surrounding the whole structure and in that structure there wasn't really a floor. What I was standing on were a series of raised and leveled platforms, some of them were so high, the next platform would be about a four foot drop from the top one or whatever. I was standing around looking out and I saw a lot of buildings that looked like the school and stuff, but not. I saw some kids walking out on the sidewalk that was below the building, then i started hearing a walkie talkie conversation like the security guards usually do, and I leaned over the platform I was standing on and I saw one of the security guards just sitting there on the next drop with the walki blaring the whole time. Then I wanted to specifically leave the place, but for some strange reason, I just looked over another edge of the floor I was standing on and apparently I was leaning too far out that my body just gave way and I started falling, I woke up as soon as I started falling off.

Trying to gain solid ground in nightmares,

Yours Truly

Am I a Wanderer?

I've tried to tell my friends online about me being a Wanderer but they said I was doing drugs or I'm some kind of religious psychotic maniac because they're nothing but a circle of atheist high society S-class douchebags while I'm just a piece of crap they scrap off the bottom of their stupid gold plated soles. My English teacher said I might be a Wanderer and I'm not even sure what one is, but it's apparently someone who feels more of a connection to nature than humans, someone who's not really fit to be a human or whatever, I don't know and my turkey necked friends don't even freaking care. As far as I can go, they're not my friends at all anymore. What friends? I don't have any friends, the only follower I have on here that's registered isn't my friend, he's just s stupid pedophile stalker. I identify myself as a transcendentalist, even if everything my teacher showed me about Wanderers really spoke to me, my ex-friends won't ever freaking care. They're a bunch of turkey necks and all they do is laugh at me. They're nothing but lesser being jerks. I'm a Wanderer, I shall be awakened and freed from this hellish prison one would call reality! I'm not insane and I'm not on drugs! I'm here, wake me up!

Waiting to calm down now,

Yours Truly

No pain, still no gain anyway

No more back problems as of late, but my back does still feel down. Might be officially recovered by Tuesday or Wednesday this week. Anyway, happy Mother's Day readers. Mother's Day must be very hectic and rewarding in a lesbian family household, as for a gay family household, the children probably refrain from it while the parents actually do the celebrating. Who knows but those people? I don't know what they do.

Mother's Day today is like any holiday and any holiday is like anyone's game. Unless you don't celebrate any one. Aside from that, I will continue work on Brilliance in Study hall throughout school. The media center where I usually go to write my essays will be closed until May 19th. i can wait for it, not like it'll kill me to stay away. Just means I'll have to put up with loud arguments of football teams, hip hop artists in jail, gang member wannabes and all the other usual crap that circumnavigates a street loving hip hop loving person's mind.

See you soon,

Yours Truly

The pain in the ding dang back

Lately something's steered me off course of my philosophical productivity. Over the past two days while I tried to redeem my work ethic in my new work, "Brilliance", a very severe back pain has put my mind straight to that pain and just that pain. Oh and I know I haven't been writing posts into this blog recently and I do apologize, it is hard to keep at something and a couple of my readers that I know haven't been reading my blog also, so, I'll try to get back on track and stay on track over the weekend. At least now I have something to blog about.... The pain in the ding dang back!

Feeling older than I am,

Yours Truly

Brilliance

I started writing down a new essay that is meant to reach out and pep up those kinds of people who are always picked on or always being bested by someone else. Brilliance is the one essay I am now writing with a clear and sincere message. "You are unique. You are not dumb, you are a brilliant mind, no matter what anyone else says. Continue to strive to be the best.". I am writing this essay to inspire and to pep myself up. There has been numerous others throughout my life that have always told me "You're never gonna get the things you want" or "You're too stupid" or "You'll never become a writer". I just have to keep striving. There will be people like that throughout my lifetime and I understand this. I'll just push them out of the way, both physically and mentally anyway. It's my life, you can't trod upon the weak just because you don't want competition or you don't think with my education level of quality isn't good enough for college. "Brilliance" shall prove everyone wrong. it shall be a starting point to a new life in the potential reader. It should set numerous goals and pep up the weak and downtrodden. As of today, I am the voice of the inferior and I stand for the weak and downtrodden!

Moving my office space,

Yours Truly

People

I hate people. Plain and simple. I just hate people. People always seem to find some way to irritate the heck out of me. I can not stand it at all. If I'm going to be a philosopher and reach out to millions of people, I'm definitely going to learn how to deal with people. It's impossible for me if people irritate me.

I just hate it when people just have something to brag about. If you have something you take pride in, don't berate me with your nonsense and pride in what you have. Keep your pride to yourself, if you do that right, I won't go the whole time you're sitting their shoving your pride down my throat thinking about ways that I can kill you or at least get away. Pride is as much a sin as anger is. When it comes to me, someone else's pride and their bragging about it all the ding dang time, can fuel the fire of my anger. I am someone who's usually conservative and self centered, if someone wants to brag to me how they have something better than I do, they can be lucky their even alive. These days, I find myself now trying to be conservative and self centered and calm, but people are just increasingly becoming irritating. I feel this may be God's wrath on me somehow. It feels like God's just trying to make me jump out of the cage I created for myself and just rip someone's larynx out and beat them with their own spinal cord. That kind of stuff will put me in jail.

People should just keep their pride and things they cherish to themselves, because a lot of people are just lucky to be alive, well fed, and have clothes on their backs. It's just stupid to brag about something you have that no one else does or you're better at something than anyone else. I feel people should just keep things to themselves and kep their darn mouths shut.

Meditating to try and stay calm under stupidity,

Yours Truly