MY LIST

1. GO ACROSS CANADA
2. GET ON TV
3. WRITE A MOVIE SCRIPT
4. LEARN HOW TO DANCE LIKE USHER
5. BACK PACK ACROSS EUROPE
6. GO TO THE WORLD CUP
7. RANDOMLY LEAVE THE COUNTRY
8. RIDE A MOTORCYCLE
9. CONFESS A CRUSH
10. INFLUENCE HUMANITY
11. RAP IN FRONT OF A CROWD
12. OPEN A CLUB
13. BECOME A LAWYER
14. TO MERRY THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS
15. PROTEST FOR A GOOD CAUSE
16. SPEND 1 YEAR IN SOLITUDE
17. EARN A PH.d
18. BECOME THE GENERAL MANAGER OF A PRO SPORTS FRANCHISE
19. HELP A HOMELESS PERSON GET A JOB
20. ROCK CLIMB
21. SKY DIVING
22. GET ARRESTED
23. PARTY AT THE PLAYBOY MANTION
24. HAVE LONG HAIR
25. TO OWN MY OWN CAR
26. TO BUY A CONDO DOWNTOWN
27. GET WAY MORE TATOOS
28. START A FASION TREND
29. SHOOT A REAL GUN
30. LEARN MORE ABOUT MY FAMILY HISTORY

Futbol

I am not the sappy romantic, to be honest nothing really makes my heart melt and i begin to weep. However i do enjoy things to the extent that they make me extremly happy. Now people dont lose me here, i know theres at least four people in the class who understand what i am going to talk about. Soccer, also known as the beautiful game, or the worlds game; is probably the only thing that can bring me to a euphoric bliss. When i watch world class teams, playing the game so properly, it is to me, poetry in motion. One team in particular that comes into mind is FC Barcelona, the way this team plays soccer is magnificant. Imagine; connecting the dots, the ball being the pen the object which travels over all of these points. I watch when Barcelona faces an opponent of lower caliber, they will give the ball away only at will. Having fun with the teams that they face. However i would have to say it is most impressive watching this team against other world class teams. Essentially they force very skilled teams to play a more physical game, this is because they are so much more of a skilled game the other teams would be beat very easily if they tried to play that style of soccer.

SO FED UP

when i originally started writing this blog, i was going to write about how, when someone is not listening to me i lose it. Someone constantly saying ; huh, or what, makes me wanna kill them. I think its one of the most disrespectful things you can do to someone; your basically letting them know you dont give a shit about what their talking about. I think it is a problem, reacting barbaracly, uncontrolably filled with rage whenever somone would interupt me. However this is my fourth attempt at writing the SAME BLOG! So now, i have something new that makes my blood boil, accidentally erasing an assignment, especially a blog. one minute ur finished congadulating yourself on a job well done, the next minute, your stunned; in denial about what may have just happened. Its a feeling of being helpless, you know its gone, thats it, theres nothing you could possibly do about it. I throw my laptop, in disbelief that this is still real. If this is a world where my blogs can be erased magically, then surely my laptop can be tossed without being broken, right. im affraid of making this blog to long based on the fact that im only increasing my chances of something going horribly wrong again.

YOU DIDNT HEAR ME

this is probably one of the weirder things about me, i have alot of irks and am fairly stressed. But the only thing i find that really makes me from very calm and collective to a sudden, uncontrolable spike in emmotion is when someone say what or huh. I know, really weird right. There is something about having to repeat myself, saying the words again, makes me cringe. Its quite funny actually how i came about deciding what i would write about for this topic. I asked my girlfriend what makes me furious, and she said, what, delerious(question mark) i lost it, right then i realized something so minute actually got me soo emotional and worked up for a short period of time.



Im not choosing to write about the norm, on how my mommy misplaced my fasionable cartigan. I am adressing this as a serious issue, one which should be dealt with. I believe we all have them, human beings in general bare stress, and we all have those things that make us lose it, its not good, and i think we should all work on the deeper issues we have, rather then adressing our pet peeves.



Perhaps one of the reasons that repeating myself makes me lose it is because it is tapping into an unconscience pet peeve. The idea of repeating yourself is implying that the other party did not hear what you were saying, or could it be that they hear you, but their not listening. Ahh ok, this makes sence.. people not paying attention to you would imply that your less significant, that your speach can be repeated at disposal, because you are veiwed as just that, disposable.



The way i see it, if President Obama were talking to you, i highly doubt you would ever ask him to repeat himself, even if you werent paying attention, or for that matter legitamatly did not hear him.

Hés Mocking me

Back to where it all begins, the bedroom. However now when i am here everything is alot different, Before the room was filled with light, light resembeling the hope for the day, now it is black, like death, final and irriversable. The day is gone and there is nothing you can do to change the events of the day that was. This morning my chair wished me to have a wonderful day, to learn and explore. Now as i lay here in my bed, that very same chair mocks me. He wonders why i never returned to him for a nice read. of coarce i cant answer him, he knows there was no legitament reason for keeping from him. He seemed to be in such a better mood this morning, and now he seems to have an evil ora about him. Perhaps its the night itself, however im not absent minded enough to say, if i had returned to him for a read he would be in this mood. But thats the whole point of the end of the day in my mind, to reflect on what transpired that day. Not to try and change or fight what might have been. So even though my chair, who i love, is mad at me, there is nothing i can do about it now.

My Chambers

In the morning, my room is aqua blue, the sun radiently reflects the light onto my walls from the outside. At the time my conscience mind makes his way to the forfront of cognitive thought i say, hello world, knowing that the whole day is waiting to played out for me. Truley one of the more exciting times of the day, but we are all excited about the unknown i guess. I do not tend to keep many material possesions, it was never my thing. My phone, clothes, keys, that it, thats all i need, well except for my chair. Ahh yes, my chair, probably the most under-rated object in my room. You see, my chair is very comfertable, no, nothing fancy(semi colen) the importance of the chair comes from the acedemic purpose it serves me. Without my comfertable chair, i would not have a destination to sit and read for hours with no one around me. Just me and my thoughts. Strickly leisure reading however, because my chair is associated with good memories of reading amazing stories, i would never want to alter my association of the chair with school work and studying. So in the morning, when i see my chair, he bids a good day, full of enjoyment and education. He also sits there with an anticipation that i will return in the evening to make good use of him.

The Morn'

Hello, I am Steve's Heart.

During the night I am hard at work trying to keep Steve calm. If i'm not careful my rate (heart rate) could go from a cool fifty-eight per minute to a stagering one-hundered-twenty per minute, in which case Steve will wake up, or begin to walk around unconsciencly. This is bad because if Steve is walking around the house during the night he will be exausted all day tommorrow. It is also critical for me to keep calm beacuse me freaking out may also result in Steve having some bad night terrors.

like to think of myself as Steve's gaurdian angel, I am his protector during the time that his brain needs rest. Suddenly, three quick thumps and im up, the brain shocks me, letting me know it's the morning, once again. F#*K. I scream for him to shut up. I know he's laughing, everytime he sends that shock down to wake me up. But it's fine, Steve is a cool guy, he does'nt like to get up so abruptly either. I know i only have a couple of minutes before the fight starts, so this is a crucial time for me to get prepared. Hmm, his mom is a little late today, perhaps she slept in?

"Steve, Wake up or im leaving. I said Get the F%$K Up. Hello? You def?"

Ahh, there she is. Ok lets go. You see the brain and I have a very good partnership, we are both fully aware that the morning fight is inevetable so we prepare ourselves. He knows what to say to that woman, he's the brains behind the operation. I am the foot soilder, without me, Steve or his brain would not have the strength to battle with his mother in the morning. His brain calls me the energizer bunny, i'm not a huge fan but what ever.

I dont think that Steve or his brain realize what there doing to me when they decide to not feed me. These are unsafe working conditions, and for me there is no option for strike, just to quit. I mean i get coffe sometimes, but still it's not helping me.

Does he not know this?