Why fish never smile

I walked out onto the moon this mornin'
saw you holding that silver spoon again
thought i was travelin through fantasy
but really i was lost in reality
couldn't find the light for the trees
cause the forest was down on its knees
so i swallowed the picture
and drew from the pitcher
a new picture of you
by then it was too late
the time had come for time to go
So I sat on a stump and I thoughtabout why it is that fish never smile
then i entered the dream and exited my mind
through the open  blinds
that see the world all as blue
though they never really know
never did i know
that the way in is out
and the way out is through
and so I'm making my move to find you out
and the last is as the firsT

You may be thinking "WHAT THE HECK IS THIS CRAP", well I'm kinda a fan of psychadelic music and so I wanted to write some incoherent nonsense for my final blog. I think that most of the good psychadelic music actually describes things all acid trippy. Well I don't have any acid or anything cool to describe all wierd like. So I just wrote random crap that popped into my head. Actually now that I think about it thats all that I've been doing. now I'm finished and so the last letter will be capitalized as if it was the firsT.

KCCT - the true story

No. 2 pencils in hand we headed into combat. Question here! Question there! We were completely surrounded by the enemy and there was no way to escape. On we pushed taking out the enemy as we went along. The casualties were high and the hope was low, but we never gave up. We continued in our fight and despite all odds we were winning. The end was swiftly appraoching and it was looking like we were going to come out on top. That's exactly when it happened. The enemy, in desperation, unleased their most formadible weapon: the Open Response. Against the Open Response we were defenseless. The only thing we could hope for is that we could hold it off long enough for the enemy to run out of supplies and retreat. The battle was brutal and ugly but they finally ran out of ammunition and we overran them. Victory was sweet after a whole four days of entrenched combat. Maybe we can learn from our mistakes and no one will have to endure what we have had to endure. Maybe the world will learn to live in peace and then people won't turn to things like the KCCT to express their anger and frustration.

Hyperbole and a half

For the past week or two I found and was ennamormed with the blog Hyperbole and a Half. It is the blog of Allie Brosh and it combines wacky tales with some of the most imaginative and amuzing pictures I have see on the internet. She tries to depict facial expressions and other humorous occurances in her pictures. She draws the pictures in paint (or a similar program) and her style is to draw them almost as a child would. This combines for some interesting material.
One blog in particular that is quite fantastic is her story of fishing with her dad when she was a child. The story is almost To Kill a Mockingbird eske with her telling a story from her childhood from the perspective of her adulthood. The blog is titled How a Fish Almost Destroyed My Childhood and I'll leave you to see exactly how you like it. Here is the link: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-fish-almost-destroyed-my-childhood.html

Car

I resently got my intermediate drivers license, something that was put off for about five months because of the price of insurance. I got my license with one immediate goal in mind, I was going to drive to Prom. So I went for the drivers test and passed and am now able to drive without a licensed adult. All was going well and according to the plan that I would drive my parent's car to my girlfriends house, drive to a friends house, and then drive to Prom. Well a new developement arose just today, my Dad got called to a job and he needs the car tomorrow. GREAT! now what will I drive??? I was trying to figure out whose car I could borrow, if I could drive my girlfriends car, if I would have to have someone else drive. Then it all worked itself out, my brother said he would let me drive his car. It's really one of the kindest things my brother has ever done for me and I was pretty shocked that he said he would let me drive it. Thankfully everything is working out well and I'll still get to drive to Prom.

Chucks

There has been a resent upsurge in popularity for a certain shoe: Converse's Chuck Taylor All Star shoe (a.k.a. Chucks). I have never had a pair and honestly wasn't planning on getting a pair anytime soon, since they are somewhat of a novelty and run about $40 a pair. But my girlfriend and I decided that we were going to wear Chucks to Prom. So I bought my first pair and will be wearing them tomorrow night to Prom with my tux. I am looking forward to both Prom and the Chucks. My girlfriend is looking forward to it as well and is so excited to have the most comfortable feet out of all the other girls.

Tux

Tomorrow will be the second time ever I have worn a tux. Tomorrow is of course Prom, to which I am going with my girlfriend. The first time I wore a tux was to my sister's wedding in 2002. I was 9 at the time and I was the ring boy in my sister's wedding. That was alot different from this time though. Not only because of styles of tux or because of situations but because back then I hadn't needed to decide on anything, unlike this time. Back then I simply put it on and did what I was told. I didn't have to decide if I wanted coattails or what kind of tie or color of vest. This time, it was all me. My girlfriend got a blueish dress that kind of changes shades in the light. I went to The Earl to rent my tux and they didn't have anything that matched the dress just right. My girlfriend and I decided that if we couldn't match I should just go with black and white. So I guess I'm going with a more James Bond look than a Prom-match-your-date look. Oh well, doesn't bother me.

CCR

CCR (or Creedence Clearwater Revival) is a band from the late 60's - early 70's. Their music is alittle more of folk rock than probably anything else. The thing about CCR is how simple yet deep their music is. A song like "Who'll stop the rain" is a good example. It is simple but holds a message in protest of the Vietnam war. I'm not real big on protest songs, but CCR is so subtle that you can appreciate it on many different levels. The beat is foot-tapping good and the guitar parts stick with you all day. It is trully feel good music and is a great way to unwind at the end of the day. For these reasons CCR is always one of my favorite bands to listen to.