BLACKOUT

A leader
Who dishes out tough love
Is a lovable leader

Possible Memory

Well weve reached that point where high school students decide whether they want their sport to be their life or a good memory.
Personally, I can't imagine stopping. The time I've put in, the money my dads spent, and the love I've gained for the sport. For now, I plan on fighting to spend more time for the game, earn a scholarship, and gain more memories. Till then;

Here's to all the kick-offs, goals, assists, shootouts, overtimes, livin on the road, the smell of wet grass, early mornings, breakaways, crossbar shots, countless hours of practice, Nike cleats, thousands of dollars, shin guards, hard switches, loud chanting, new equipment, sniping shots, corner kicks, coaches, passion in our numbers, living with your team mates, and gaining a second family. The pick ups, fights, the let down miracles. Soccer is my passion, my future, my game.

#yolo

I remember

I remember red slides. I remember crust less pb&j's. I remember when you'd have to go to your friends house to 'play' rather than text your friends to 'hang'. I remember wearing the same clothes everyday and not thinking twice about it. I remember Ramen Noodles being my main meal. I remember climbing trees. I remember when thinking weak people wear shoes. I remember night games. I remember supersmash bros on the Nintendo 64. I remember being proud I could eat more slices of pizza then the boys. I remember when my dads shirts were dresses on me. I remember when I kissed my dad goodnight, every night. I remember when I stopped. I remember when stake dances were a big deal. I remember when sports were for fun. I remember when it was easy to forgive. I remember when it was easy to forget.

When Heroes Cry

This one goes to all the heroes out there..

Here's to my hero
He's always been there
He's always been strong
He's always been fair

Here's to my hero
For when im in need
At times they say no
He will do the deed

Here's to my hero
He gets through the rough
When things dont work through
He'll work cause he's tough

What happens to heroes
When weakness is met
From hero to zero
And luck is in debt

What happens to heroes
When you see them shed tears
The villains are against him
Alone, he faces his fears

I love my poor hero
I know he loves me too
Poor we are together
Only thing missing is you

There, there my poor hero
Her love is all you lack
Forgive and forget
She's never coming back

Save the day once more my hero
Only a couple more to go
Until things are safe..
Blood, sweat, and tears is all we know

Bubbles

The other day my best friend told me that a friend of ours asked her if I was Mormon.

Am I Mormon??
Does it even matter?
Sadly, yes it does. And people get judged for it. People are defined by it. It kinda bothers me when members from a religion, we'll say LDS in this case, are taught about not judging others, accepting others, or treating others as equals yet its what we tend to do most. It's our social norm. We live in a bubble. Heaven forbid if you do anything against the bubble ways made by the bubble people everyone will have a cow, and name the cow by your name so you never forget about breaking the bubble people's ways.

Am I Mormon? Yes, I am. But don't expect me to follow the bubble ways because of it.

Few examples of bubble ways:
-Not talking to someone cause they have a lip piercing
-Hating Obama (and not knowing why other than mom and dad hate him)
-Assuming the guy with a tattoo is an awful murderous man with a dog named Rex and smokes and drinks at 9 am and is going to kill you if you smile or make eye contact with him
-Judging before knowing

Anyway, there's a couple. Are you a bubble person?

Senior Year and YOLO I guess

It's finally here..senior year. It's truly BitterSweet.

Bitter:
Last year...
Being a kid
Without huge responsibilities
With unlimited food
With my good friends
Living with my family
In my room
Not having to worry about the bills
Being able to blame my siblings for my problems
Living with my siblings
Being the oldest kid in the house
I get to keep my car

Sweet:
In college I....
Am and adult
Call the shots
Get to be independent
Make my own choices
Meet new friends
Have a fresh start
Play the sport I love
Get to start my career
Party past 12
Figure out what I want for myself

This is it. Make the best of it. And go out with a bang. YOLO.

Duct Tape and Bricks

Things that duct tape can't fix:

Bad habits
Illegal immigration
The grease that escapes my Betos burrito
Disappointment
Dead people
Joe Biden
Mah hurr
Friendships
Break ups
Wrinkles
103.9 FM
Lindsay Lohan
LP PDA
Alpine cops
My grades :(

Things I would do with bricks if I had the time:

Build a castle
Throw it at something
Drop it off a tall building (if no one was below, of course)
Make a small dog house
Give the brick a name, preferably "Ace."
Put it in someone's bag
Give it as a gift

Duh.

Routine People

Do you have people in your life that are ALWAYS there, ALWAYS a part of your daily routine?

Careful, cause I know you do. I call them "Routine People."

You see them everyday, you talk to them, you wait around for them, you get mad at them, you yell at them, you feel bad for them, you say sorry to them. A world without them is a world you've never even thought of before!

Caution: They are dangerous. Beware.

What happens when they don't come back? When they stop wanting to be your routine person? Routine People are powerful. They make or break you. They define you. And when they leave you...who are you? Who do you talk to? When routine people leave, so does a part of you. Your "routine" you, your "everyday" you is gone. What hurts even more is you'll look for your routine person, cause you, stupid you, will miss the missing piece to your routine people puzzle and you'll find them, playing a piece in another person's puzzling routine people life.

Thinking Thoughts

I think about you and think whether or not you're worth thinking of.

I think about you like...gosh.

Like an Alpine family thinks about Obama

Like Obama thinks about Osama

Like Osama thinks about..well he doesn't think, cause he's dead.

But I think about you.

Like you know when you have pink eye and every time you open your eyes you're thinking, "ouch, pink eye." And when you blink you think, "oh yeah, pink eye." And when there's wind you think, "heck, pink eye hurts." And when you're out in public you think, "I HATE pink eye!!"

... Yeah I think about you.

Have you ever been in elementary and whether or not there was an open gate, you and you're friends STILL jumped that wooden fence? And during your fun of jumping fences you get a sliver. And you dig for the sliver despite the pain, and your fingers redden, and your eyes tear, and the sliver gets deeper, and your scratching gets harder, and your friends are now farther, so you leave the sliver but every touch remind you you have a sliver..

..it just reminds me of you.

I am thinking about you like a child thinks about tooth aches

I am thinking about you like an adult thinks about the bills

I'm thinking about you like a coward thinks about death

I'm thinking about you cause I have to. Cause trust me, I don't want to. But you're there. I'm thinking about you cause no matter what I do you're coming. Lingering. And with you comes pain. No, you're not worth thinking of. But gosh I can't help it. And words can't describe it. But if I tried, I'd say it tasted blue.

Fear

For you to say, "I'm not afraid!" I'd respond, "That's a lie."

When you're praying at morning and blessing your food, just hoping to make it by.

I know you're afraid cause I'm scared too.

I'm afraid of you knowing too much, I'm afraid I don't know you.

I don't think we've met yet, Hi how's your day?

I see you in the halls but never know what to say.

You could call it fear, it's not normal to be kind.

So I always walk by, I hope you don't mind.

I'm afraid to be the same, I make my own choice.

I'm afraid I'm judged by my appearance more than my voice.

I'm afraid of smart people and the questions they ask.

I'm afraid of my coaches and possibly failing their task.

They can say I did well, but how well is good enough.

I'm afraid they pity me, I promise I'm tough.

I'm afraid of confrontation and negative relation.

I'm afraid of divorce, I'm afraid of death, and permanent seperation.

I'm afraid of falling asleep after hearing rumors come through.

I'm afraid of waking up and finding them all true.

I'm not afraid of sticks and stones, but breaking bones is scary.

I'm afraid I'll attend BYU and at 19 be ready to marry.

I mean you're only 19, you're only a child.

You're finally in college, you're free!! Go crazy, get wild!

I'm afraid of school, I'm afraid every day.

I'm afraid of those faceless strangers and the things they may say.

Are they talking about me, do they know what I've done?

I promise that was once, it was only just for fun.

These fears I've confessed, they aren't near enough..

To how much I fear, the truth is too rough.

'Til next time....this is the end of my fearful rhyme.

Humans

I AM NOT A ROBOT.

Today I made a mistake...
I tripped, I fell, I screamed, I yelled. Cause I AM NOT A ROBOT. I am human.
Today I told a lie...
I told my dad I was on time to school, I told my teacher I would follow the rules, I told my bishop I wouldnt wear bikinis to pools. Cause I am human. 
 I do not have buttons, I do not have gears, I do not operate off a clock, although I tend to get ticked off.
I tend to smile even when things hurt. I shed tears when tears are shed for loss. I hurt when the going gets rough. Cause I am human. 
Robots can tick and function eternally. Yet I'll never know when my time is at end.
So till then I plan on making mistakes, I plan on telling lies, I plan on smiling, crying, hurting, laughing, running, eating, sleeping, breathing. Cause I am human. And humans do not function properly.

Love

 Love

I lay in my bed
Slowly resting my head
The feelings so snug
You're love is a drug
I take my last sip
Of milk and cookie dip
And I can still taste your lips
And your breath smelt of chips
I love the small things
Its those that gives me wings
Your like my Redbull
You're the quench to my soul
Although were still young
Love is defined with our tongue
Just as long as you love me
In love we shall be....

Love is what we let it to be.  

Intro

"My life is simple. My life is a closing blossom. A blossom that couldnt even be saved by the sun."
                          ~Me

          

Waking to a dream
Or so as it seems
My blog is a blossom
So basically its awesome
I expect it to be the best
Better than the rest
But maybe it wont be
Because that just aint me
Dont judge me by my blog
A blog is like fog
You can't really see
Listening is key
To find out who i am to be..

Sometimes I wonder why I have to do this. Sometimes I think I picked the wrong name. Who is John Galt? Look it up.