Memorial day post

Today would mark my 50th blog post on here. I would guess that's a cause for celebration. I don't really care at the moment. Well happy memorial day, folks.

Later,

Yours Truly

Today's post

Today's post is brought to you by the number forty-nine. I had a dream last night that I adopted the most adorable fuzzy little kitten I ever dang seen. Its coat looked soft and fuzzy and was a nice red color, it had a soft white underbelly and it even had red eyes that were big and almond shaped. That was all that really mattered in the dream anyway. It was basically my first cat-oriented dream I had since around fifth grade or so. They aren't very numerous. That is just the cat lover in me. Nothing harmful in loving cats, is there? Unless you have feline phobia or are allergic, of course.

Until then,

Yours Truly

Waking up is strange

OK, today I had quite a weird wake up. As I was about to wake up, I felt like I got hit in the eye with something small, I'd say if it was a ball it would be about the diameter of a centimeter, and something made a weird sound like something was hitting a window pane or whatever, I'm not really sure if I really was waking up or not, but it was quite a strange and weird feeling phenomena.

Hoping the next morning isn't actually painful,

Yours Truly

Brilliance: The Essay

Knowledge is a beautiful thing. The whole of one's life is made from knowledge gained from experience. One a mind has experience something for the first time, no one else can trod upon it, degrade it, or take it. Your knowledge is your treasure to hold. Your knowledge is what earns you your place in this world that you live in. Your knowledge is your own unique experience.

There will be others to compete with, there will be others to collaborate with, there will also be others who will antagonize your abilities and always want to shove you down on the rungs of the ladder to true knowledge.

To be human is to be brilliant. Each of us are human, we are not animals, we are not underlings, we as I the writer and you, the reader are both the same, you are unique, my reader. Learn something new everyday, experience is gained is so rightfully earned. Each day of your life shall be a yearning for new experiences and something new to learn. Please, shut out all negativity, it is completely unnecessary.

Your knowledge is the work of your entire life, beacause it is always positive to you. Pride yourself in your own personal brilliance, for that brilliance is your own inner strength. Heed words of motivation and push for your own goals. Your brilliance shall be your tool, it is also your own eternal, ever-changing gift. Your brilliance is unique to yourself, it is your own individual intellectual strength and you shall know it. believe in your knowledge my reader, and the doors to your promised life shall be opened.

Build yourself upon negative criticism and fortify your spirit with its harshness, no opinion is ever too cruel for you. Take pride in any positive criticism that also comes your way, that is a symbol of your achievements with your brilliance. Develop each day of your life with a positive state of mind.

No matter how unskillful or untrained you may be, do not let others that obviously surpass you, insult you, do not let them ruin your hopes and dreams, or crush your determination to do better for yourself. They are the ones who are afraid of you. Let no one stand in your way and let no one destroy the joys you feel and have once felt. Your own brilliance is your pride and joy, it shall also be the work you've done to hone it until the point you have read this essay. Keep in mind that many will love you, and many will loathe you. Do your absolute best and learn a little each day. Someday, you'll climb that ladder, someday, your brilliance will shine above the rest.

I hope you enjoyed it,

Yours Truly

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