2008.

In Retrospect.

A year of clarity and projection.

22 was a good year, though i feel 23 as a lot more to offer as i get a little wiser and thankfully a bit more rational.
I would not have been able to be so successful this year with out the help of my family and friends, in particular my mother and sister. Their help, and my dedication to bettering my life has helped me tremendously.
Though my future seems to be some what hazy still, i found a path.
2009 will be a year of growth.
I can not wait to see what my life has to offer me.

To a new year, new beginnings and happiness.

Cheers.

- t.

The Last Shadow Puppets - Standing Next to Me.

This makes me happy and want to write.

If & It's

Rudyard Kipling wrote a poem call if that i really like, but i also wrote a poem called it's along time ago before i even read if. so here they both are. Same format, both just as good i think. cheers.


If.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling


It's

Its about you not knowing how much you mean to me.
It's about you not knowing how much you cross my mind with in five minutes.
It's about you being so clueless to the fact that someone like me can care so much about you that its impossible for me to function.
It's about you telling your self that you could never love someone like me because it wouldnt work, but second guessing yourself because it would make you so happy.
It's about you finding yourself thinking about me the same way i think about you.
It's about you just letting go because this is right.
It's about you wanting to be loved.
It's about you loving me back.
It's about you looking out side the box for so much more.
It's about you talking to me late at night on the phone on the floor of your room until the sun comes up.
It's about you thinking about tomorrow, with me in it.
It's about you first telling your friends how much you love me, and them not approving.
It's about me telling my friends how much I love you, and them not approving.
It's about you and me not caring.
It's about you not knowing who i am and accepting it.
It's about not doing our make up our hair for each other because at the end of the day, we know who each other are.

It's about you.

It's about me.

This is love to me.

Christ Mas 07

this is old but i like it and i didnt want to leave it on myspace.





Reports are in.. and everyones xmas sucked ass.

And mine wasn't any different...

I know some people celebrate the birth of christ on the actual day of christmas, but my family celebrates it on christmas eve.. because we're beans.

Any how.. there is a true meaning of Christmas and that true meaning is being with your whole family and giving to others to show support and love. (I.E. Charlie browns Christmas, watch it for reference). My family was quite distant and no one felt the urge to actually give anything to anyone this year, including myself. And it wasn't because i felt that no one deserved anything it was because i just didn't feel any ounce in me to go out and think of anyone. thats not completely true.. i bought somethings for some people. But i think there is a very much selfish state of mind that many people are encountering. Many people feel that they should only give what they feel is an equal amount of what is given back to them. For instance.. if you gave some one a box of chocolates for Christmas, they would give you a pair of pot holders in return when you could have easily gave them that awesome CD that they have wanted for ever. But since they gave you chocolate, they don't get shit. Thats sad to me, because that chocolate could mean 1,000 different things, or that person could just be really really cheap. But thats not the point, the point is they thought of you and gave you something when they could have gave you nothing at all. SO! why don't you return that favor and give them something that will make them extremely happy, and maybe, just maybe they will do the same for you next Christmas.

But in this time the number one thing you should always do is remind the people that truely care for you that you love them. Because in the end, fuck all the gifts you just want to see them and be with them and share Christmas stories with them. Maybe even watch Charlie Brown Christmas. I don't care if i don't get shit this year, not a damn thing. All i wanted, was my family to be together.. but Santa couldn't even bring me that. I never liked that fat pedafile anyhow. Not much as come of 2007, not a year that i will look back on and wish i could relive.. there is 6 more days left of this year and i'm not looking forward to any of it, because i feel like its ruined all ready..

Thanks for the vent.

I have a man crush on Keith Olberman.

Olberman opens a can of whoop ass on the "W".