Blogging

I procrastinated quite a bit on all this blogging that I was supposed to be doing throught the month of November. I never really was interested in blogging. I don't see my self as a good writer. I'm just as ordinary as the next guy, why should someone care what I have to say on the Internet?

But, writing these 10 blogs has taught me quite a bit. I've learned that writing and telling stories can be fun. Granted, I didn't tell too many personal stories since I rushed for ideas to finish my blog. As I am wrapping up my blog, tons and tons of funny, everyday stories that have recently happened to me are popping into my head. When I started these blogs I didn't know what to write about. I had no clue. And that was a good thing! You're suppose to write about whatever. Life. Your life. Let others hear what you have to say. Who cares if only the teacher and one other person in the world reads it. You are influencing the reader with everything you write. Be free and open with writing. Let emotions and feelings flow out.

Writing these blogs have helped me to understand more about myself, and a lot more about writing.

Friends I can't wait to meet...

Friends.
They're a unique thing in life.
They can be great and they can be horrible.
They are not our family, but we're closer to some friends than we are many of our family members.
A friend is someone you can reach out to when no one else will listen or even care.
An actual "friend" must fit a lot of critera. Sure we have plenty of "friends", but many of them are actually just acquantices, not actual friends.
A friend is hard to come by.
I look at the small group of close friends I have right now. They're great. I can't imagine living life without em. However hard it is to say, in about 5 years, I won't talk to a handful of friends that I hang with today.
I can't wait to see what the future holds for my future friends.
Good friendships last a long time.
I hope several years down the line I am able to look back at this post be thankful for the friends in my life.

Clogged Toilet

Clogged toilets are a thing of the past for my family. I can't remember the last time we had a clogged toilet...until last week. I share a downstairs with my twin brother, Jeffrey and older sister Candice. There are 3 rooms downstairs and 2 bathrooms. My room is the only one downstairs on its side of the house so I enjoy the luxury of having my own bathroom. I've never been too hard on my toilet. Never flush anything down that doesn't belong in it. Never repeatedly flush the toilet. A courtesy flush here and there. I take care of my stuff. However, this past week was another thing. On Wednesday morning I woke up like normal and walked into my restroom. I used the restroom and proceeded to flush the toilet. My toilet is a fast reactor. It yanks the water down the hole faster than Usian Bolt can run 20 meters. But, after I flushed the toilet I heard a funny noise and watched as the water in the bowl slowly filled to the top of the toilet. Wow. Why did this happen? There wasn't even anything to clog up the toilet in the first place. Well, to make a long story short, I kept the bad news from my parents and solved the problem myself. I never fixed a clogged toilet before, but I knew a plunger would do the job. I frantically searched the house and garage for a plunger. Nothing. Eventually, on Sunday I was able to get a plunger from a friend and unclog my toilet. It was miserable not being able to use my bathroom for five days.

DO YOUR BEST TO AVOID CLOGGED TOILETS.

possibly OCD

I don't really consider myself to be OCD.
I'm a pretty normal dude.
But I have plenty of little nit-pick things in my life that must be just right.
When I sit down in any kind of chair or couch it takes me about 5 minutes to get situated just right. On a bus, I never get situated. There is no comfortable seat on a bus.
I never eat chocolate chip cookies without milk. Can't do it.
I can only sleep with one pillow on my bed at a time. Doesn't matter if the pillow is on the other side of the bed. Can't have it on the bed at all.
I have over 20 pairs of shoes and I keep them all in a distinctive order. They stay in the same place, same row, unless I wear them that day. After I'm done wearing them, they go back exactly where and how they were.
I love to use germ-x. That's not out of the ordinary.
I also wash my hands alot. But, I can't wash my hands then go read a book or write a paper. I absolutely can not stand the feeling of paper after washing my hands.

Not too strange, but some may say I'm OCD.

50 people, places and things I like

50 people, places and things I like in no paticular order
basketball
drawing
music
SLAM magazine
Ben Osbourne
dogs
Jessica Biel
color
Chips Ahoy
Will Smith
sunsets
Kentucky basketball
courage
Sportscenter
sweatpants
Rashad Evans
photography
airplanes
the Olympics
Ruby Tuesdays
family
soccer games
Kid Cudi
organization
rain
intelligence
Of Mice and Men
posters
trading cards
money
Remember the Titans
hoodies
Kevin Costner
cookie dough
UFC
texting
Florida
Megan Fox
competition
YouTube
dunking
tattoos
Rampage Jackson
the ocean
Carmelo Anthony
NBA
the Real World
Detroit Pistons
painting
Wiz Khalifa

Happiness

Hitting a route is what we do best

riding slow on an inhaling quest

Rolling through 3o in a 55

Put the Kid on, open up the mind and drive

Video game character is the ultimate feeling

In the atmosphere dont stop at the ceiling

Hello world is what comes to mind

Searching and searching and I finally find

What I've been looking for its pretty clear

In my safe haven , no Drake, dont Fear

Happiness is what I spoke on in bar four

How do I get outta this room, theres no doors

I know exactly what I'm doing, not oblivious

but right now I'm feeling kinda delirious

I'm just kidding, never felt dizzy

Talk to yall later when Ima little less busy

Music

Recently, I've been listening to an assortment of musical artists. I've always stayed near rap music. The beat of the music is what first attracted me. Rap has a certain beat that can just get inside you and help you feel the music.

Lately, I've been listening to alot of Gucci Mane. I've been listening to Gucci for a while now and he is just now being widely known for his talents. He is known for his ganster lifestyle and run-ins with the law. I don't listen to him because I think the way he lives is cool and wish I could live that way. I like listening to his music because he tells stories about his life. He doesn't just say what everyone wants to hear. A couple new songs that tell good stories are "Frowney Face" off the mixtape Burr Print 3D and "My Own Worst Enemy" from his album coming out The State vs. Radric Davis.

I also listen to a lot of Kid Cudi. He is best known for his song "Day n Night". He doesn't rap about gangster things or stuff he really doesn't do. He raps about life and feelings. KC is a very lyrical dude.
Other artists I listen to often are Drake, 50 Cent, Fabulous, Soulja Boy, Lil Wayne, Busta Rymes and many others.
Soulja Boy will be the best rapper in 2012!!

Insults

"Be cautious whose insults you take to heart"
-Michael Savage

This is one of my favorite quotes of all time. It is simple and to the point. However, those eight words grouped together say a lot. Throughtout life you will face difficulties with other people. It's inevitable. The way you handle these difficulties say alot about you. They expose your strengths and weaknesses. They show how much self-respect and control you are able to have.

So often we find ourselves allowing others to discourage and dishearten. We allow a few words or actions from others to manifest inside us and not leave. This is weak. Don't let others insults affect you. Most people who insult you do not matter much to you in the first place. Why should you let an insult from someone who doesn't matter bother you? The majority of insults shot out are false. Blow the insult off like it never happened. Don't let it worry or stress you.

Rambling Help

If I need something I'll ask for it. If someone asks, I give. The end. Help is a good thing but it can be extremly dangerous. When help is needed, the seeker will seek it. Don't give un-needed help. One's life is their responsibility. People make decisions for good reasons. It is not someone elses "responsibility" to constantly guide your life. It is not your responsibility to guide someone elses life. Why should you worry yourself over the decisions I make or he/she makes? Life is only a moment. Many spend that singular moment worried about others.
In essence, what I'm trying to say is: give help, just not too much.

Owensboro, Kentucky

Owensboro, Kentucky is home to an outstanding high school English teacher. This oustanding English teacher works with juniors and seniors everyday. The teacher has always worked hard and diligently to prepare her soon-to-be adults for the real world. She was strict when it came to homework and due dates but was cool and relaxed about everything else. Eventually, some lazy seniors decided they did not want to work hard in her class anymore. She tried her best to get them to work and succeed. But she never begged them. She put the responsibility in their hands. By doing this, some, or many students began to have a dislike for her. They thought she was being mean and unfair by giving essay after essay after essay. They never stopped to think that she was only doing it to benefit them. How inmature.. Blaming someone for trying to expand your horizons and prepare you. Not only inmature, but ignorant. Amongst the negativity, this teacher kept her ways. She did what was best for the students.

Ball and Driveway

Whenever I would get bored as a kid, I knew exactly
what I was going to do.
Go to the garage, search for the dirt covered sphere and
head to the driveway. I would shoot and play for ever
during the summer. Most of the shots were ridiculous.
Behind the backboard. From behind the car. Shots way too
far out of my range. I loved making myself the hero out
on my driveway. Throw the ball towards the side of the driveway
and try to save it before it rolled down the hill. Picture myself
at the top of the key, 20 seconds left, counting down in my head,
holding the ball, waiting for the last shot. 3..2..1..entttt!!
The driveway, the ball and my mind could keep me
entertained for hours. I always thought about playing basketball
for college when I was a kid. But I never really worked hard
on the driveway. I just wanted to have fun. I still play to have
fun. Now when I shoot I do more of a serious workout. I still have fun
and shoot a few silly shots and a dunk here or there. But I truely miss
the imaginary hero days from the driveway

Hospitals

I've never been to the hospital much in my life. Some kids go reguraly because they have a family member who stays sick. Others go to get treatment for themselves. Me, I don't have many, or any medical problems that I know of. The only times I can remember going to the hospital are for my mom's heart surgery, my grandpa passing away, when Greg Lindsey had his accident and maybe a few other miscellaneous times. Every hospital visit for me has been painful or sad. Yesterday was the first time I experienced amazing happiness at a hospital. My baby nephew, Wyatt, was born. He was born at 5:53 P.M and when I got to the hospital at 6:15 he was already in the newborn baby viewing window. Looking in that window is exciting for anyone. Everytime I've been to the hospital I make it a point to go see the new babies. But words can't describe how great it felt to see my nephew in that window. I listened to my dad proudly make calls to friends and family proclaiming in every call, "8 pounds, 6 ounces and 19 1/2 inches long! He's a big one!!" Everything was great about September 3, 2009. It was so cool to finally be able to hold Wyatt. Nothing else mattered in the world to me at that moment. Immediately thoughts poured through my head of him growing up and me being the coolest uncle possible. If Wyatt wants to drink pops and eat candy all day when I'm watching him in a few years, thats fine with me. I'll teach him how to shoot and dribble a basketball! If he stays at my house on the weekends when he is a teenager I'll be the cool uncle who lets him stay out late. Completely strange thoughts like those just zipped through my head. I laughed aloud while thinking these thoughts and couldn't help but smile all night long. I can't wait to be a big part of his life. It is astonishing how different one trip is to the hospital than another. One, you're saying good byes to a loved one and another you're welcoming one into the world.

My Hero

I've never really put thought into who is my hero. I went back and forth deciding between sports superstars, musicians and actors. But none of these people could be my hero. They all had major faults. Many of the sports players I considered have been involved in legal problems. The musicians produce good music but they are consumed with drugs and money. Actors and actresses are too caught up with themseleves. After considering all these people, the most logical idea came to mind. My mom. It may sound corny or childish, but nonetheless it is true.



There is every reason for my mom to be my hero. She is one of the most humble people I know. She does not brag and she does not complain. She has been through more pain than many people will go through but she seldomly lets anyone know. She is wise beyond her years. She does what she loves every single day. Lastly, she is the most Godly woman I know.



I expect a lot from someone if I call them my hero. My mom fits all these expectations and more. A hero is humble and he or she doesn't brag or boast. Heroes take on positions of leadership and take on challenges. They are able to ovecome adversity. My mom is very humble, definatley doesn't brag or boast and she knows about adversity very well. At one point my mom was a single mother with four kids working four jobs (1 full-time, 3 part-time). She rose above that to become her own boss and do things she always dreamed of. Also, along with adversity a hero must conquer pain. My mom has been through two open-heart surgeries (one in her forties) and is still teaching her fitness classes and doing everything she did before. If there are two things I want to be when I am older I would have to choose: being wise and Godly. These are the exact two words I would use to describe my mom.

My mom is my hero because she embodies everything I look up to.