So for the last few weeks or so, I have been running with my toes first, rather than with my heels first.
Why, you ask? Isn't it easier to run on your heels first? Isn't that how people run?
Nope.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that people have only started running with their heels first when actually shoes for running came out, namely from Nike.
Running toes first is actually better for you, easing off weight and pressure of your heel and onto the ball of your foot, where it's actually supposed to go. Plus, science has shown that humans evolved into the upright animals we are today with the fact that running on our toes helps us run for longer distances, perfect for hunting animals on the plains.
Science is boring, isn't it?
Really, I'm running on my toes to get massive calves.
The ladies love those calves.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
What the Heck Mom?
In a bizarre twist today, Mom tried to stop me from singing the lyrics to one of her favorite songs, Spaceman, by The Killers.
Apparently, she didn't know the lyrics, and didn't want me to be singing about ripping people out of bed and blood types.
To which I say: "What the Heck, Mom?"
It was very weird, as she doesn't usually get mad at me for something like that.
Then she told us that we couldn't make sarcastic faces at her, because they irritate her, even though we're teenagers.
To which I say once again: "What the Heck, Mom?"
Aw well, not much use doing anything about it.
Apparently, she didn't know the lyrics, and didn't want me to be singing about ripping people out of bed and blood types.
To which I say: "What the Heck, Mom?"
It was very weird, as she doesn't usually get mad at me for something like that.
Then she told us that we couldn't make sarcastic faces at her, because they irritate her, even though we're teenagers.
To which I say once again: "What the Heck, Mom?"
Aw well, not much use doing anything about it.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
We're Going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo.
So today we went to the zoo.
And like many of our other plans, it was not the best thought out, mostly cause I don't have a cell phone and don't like waiting for people, and also we didn't have any money, cause the zoo is friggin expensive, but it was still a good day.
Aren't these days always the best ones though?
The ones where you just hang with your friends at the zoo, staring for an animal for about 10 seconds and then moving on, all for a measly 9 dollars? Shucks, almost starving was worth that.
I mean, we saw lions, wild dogs, tigers, bats, birds, sun bears, sea lions, otters, cheetahs, polar bears, giraffes, naked mole rats, rhinos.
Man, we even saw a BEAVER.
How can a day like that get any awesomer?
...
Oh, right.
Andres and I need girlfriends.
Oh darn.
And like many of our other plans, it was not the best thought out, mostly cause I don't have a cell phone and don't like waiting for people, and also we didn't have any money, cause the zoo is friggin expensive, but it was still a good day.
Aren't these days always the best ones though?
The ones where you just hang with your friends at the zoo, staring for an animal for about 10 seconds and then moving on, all for a measly 9 dollars? Shucks, almost starving was worth that.
I mean, we saw lions, wild dogs, tigers, bats, birds, sun bears, sea lions, otters, cheetahs, polar bears, giraffes, naked mole rats, rhinos.
Man, we even saw a BEAVER.
How can a day like that get any awesomer?
...
Oh, right.
Andres and I need girlfriends.
Oh darn.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Pain
How can there be a pain this controlling, this painful, that it has taken over all aspects of my life?
My health, my habits, even the way I sit and stand and lay down are affected by this.
Why is something so obviously hurting even allowed in the world?
What have we created?
My health, my habits, even the way I sit and stand and lay down are affected by this.
Why is something so obviously hurting even allowed in the world?
What have we created?
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
You
How can this be?
How can it be I've only known you for days, weeks, but you're all that I ever think about now?
Is this just me? Just me mulling over the fact that I like you, and because of that, the like grows stronger and pulls me in?
Or is this the first stages of... who knows what? The only other time I've ever felt this towards another person was so long ago, I've forgotten what it feels like.
What is this thing I'm feeling? All I want to do as you sit next to me is hold your hand; carefully, "accidentally" brush your leg as you sit with them crossed, with one towards me as if you almost want it to happen.
And all I want to do is look at your face, just drink it in, trace the corner of your mouth when you laugh, respond to your quizzical brow with one of my own, and stare at that impenetrable smile of yours, the one where you look amused and bemused, playful and distant.
When you look at me, my heart doesn't skip a beat. Instead it glows; and when we bump into each other, whether on purpose or design, my insides glow as well, wondering if yours do as well, if your feeling the same, or if your feeling anything at all.
Because occasionally, it feels like you want me to sit close next to you, and simply listen with you about whatever troubles our group of friends has made for itself. Because sometimes, we make eye contact when there is no reason for it. Because you don't pull away after a brief touch, but sometimes linger longer than is necessary.
Because I want you to like me.
But I'm not gonna do anything now. Now is too risky, now is too fragile. Now is when I build something with you, a friendship that turns into maybe something more. Now is when I get to like who I hope you are, and who you turn out to be.
Now is for you.
How can it be I've only known you for days, weeks, but you're all that I ever think about now?
Is this just me? Just me mulling over the fact that I like you, and because of that, the like grows stronger and pulls me in?
Or is this the first stages of... who knows what? The only other time I've ever felt this towards another person was so long ago, I've forgotten what it feels like.
What is this thing I'm feeling? All I want to do as you sit next to me is hold your hand; carefully, "accidentally" brush your leg as you sit with them crossed, with one towards me as if you almost want it to happen.
And all I want to do is look at your face, just drink it in, trace the corner of your mouth when you laugh, respond to your quizzical brow with one of my own, and stare at that impenetrable smile of yours, the one where you look amused and bemused, playful and distant.
When you look at me, my heart doesn't skip a beat. Instead it glows; and when we bump into each other, whether on purpose or design, my insides glow as well, wondering if yours do as well, if your feeling the same, or if your feeling anything at all.
Because occasionally, it feels like you want me to sit close next to you, and simply listen with you about whatever troubles our group of friends has made for itself. Because sometimes, we make eye contact when there is no reason for it. Because you don't pull away after a brief touch, but sometimes linger longer than is necessary.
Because I want you to like me.
But I'm not gonna do anything now. Now is too risky, now is too fragile. Now is when I build something with you, a friendship that turns into maybe something more. Now is when I get to like who I hope you are, and who you turn out to be.
Now is for you.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Things to Say
I like the fact that, for a year now, I've had things to say.
Not that I didn't before, but before I didn't recognize them as things worth saying aloud (not that they're any more worth saying now.)
And you know... There's something tragic about that.
The greatest truth about words is that they have to be spoken, ideas that must be passed along.
And if you never feel like you have anything to say, then some part of you must feel that you don't have anything meaningful to contribute.
These days, the world may seem like more of a crowded place then it ever has. But the truth is...
We are really just one voice. And we all have things to say.
Not that I didn't before, but before I didn't recognize them as things worth saying aloud (not that they're any more worth saying now.)
And you know... There's something tragic about that.
The greatest truth about words is that they have to be spoken, ideas that must be passed along.
And if you never feel like you have anything to say, then some part of you must feel that you don't have anything meaningful to contribute.
These days, the world may seem like more of a crowded place then it ever has. But the truth is...
We are really just one voice. And we all have things to say.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Lyrics
Yo Goyliogos.
So after writing the worst song lyrics in the history of everything (actually lyrics that I wrote down: Well first I got to say sorry/ that I've given you so much worry/ I know the first years were scary/ And that you probably got your hands dirty.), I'm actually feeling pretty good about the whole 'writing good sounding words that fit together' thing.
This brings up the question, however, how should I proceed with the song?
I don't have any real way of getting the music that is condensing in my head across; no guitar, no piano, no drums, not even fake ones from Rock Band or Guitar Hero.
This is a problem, which I don't really have the solution for yet. I'm just hoping sometime in the future, I'll have enough money saved up to buy me a guitar, and then... we'll see.
In the meantime, I'll just continue focusing on lyrics, because those are obviously the most important part of any type of music and if you don't have any lyrics than you are obviously not a real musician at all and no one should even listen to your music that's right I'm talking to you you composers mozart and bach and other guys that i don't really know the names to but yeah no one should listen to you they should all just listen to me
So after writing the worst song lyrics in the history of everything (actually lyrics that I wrote down: Well first I got to say sorry/ that I've given you so much worry/ I know the first years were scary/ And that you probably got your hands dirty.), I'm actually feeling pretty good about the whole 'writing good sounding words that fit together' thing.
This brings up the question, however, how should I proceed with the song?
I don't have any real way of getting the music that is condensing in my head across; no guitar, no piano, no drums, not even fake ones from Rock Band or Guitar Hero.
This is a problem, which I don't really have the solution for yet. I'm just hoping sometime in the future, I'll have enough money saved up to buy me a guitar, and then... we'll see.
In the meantime, I'll just continue focusing on lyrics, because those are obviously the most important part of any type of music and if you don't have any lyrics than you are obviously not a real musician at all and no one should even listen to your music that's right I'm talking to you you composers mozart and bach and other guys that i don't really know the names to but yeah no one should listen to you they should all just listen to me
Saturday, February 13, 2010
A Way To... Love?
So a little while ago, I wrote about a girl I once liked, and got some things off my chest about it.
And since then, I've begun to like another.
What do I do now?
Relationships are tricky things. Sometimes they work out, they go well, they're happy, shining bits of a dream. Other times... complications get in the way, or you realize it won't work, and your hearts' tears get wider, and your tears get wilder.
Right now, there are many of these same troubles and triumphs going on with my friends; hearts broken, love pronounced, promises just beginning.
Am I prepared enough to want to connect this deep with a person?
Do I even want to?
Will I just pursue it for a time, then leave because I actually don't feel anything?
Sometimes, in times like these, I guess it just comes down to: Does she make me happy?
And I think she does.
And since then, I've begun to like another.
What do I do now?
Relationships are tricky things. Sometimes they work out, they go well, they're happy, shining bits of a dream. Other times... complications get in the way, or you realize it won't work, and your hearts' tears get wider, and your tears get wilder.
Right now, there are many of these same troubles and triumphs going on with my friends; hearts broken, love pronounced, promises just beginning.
Am I prepared enough to want to connect this deep with a person?
Do I even want to?
Will I just pursue it for a time, then leave because I actually don't feel anything?
Sometimes, in times like these, I guess it just comes down to: Does she make me happy?
And I think she does.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Beneath Our Skins
I can't see your face/
But You show me your mask/
We dance like there's no one watching/
That's all I ask.
People wonder why I'm hidden/
Under layers of skin/
Cause beneath I got a skeleton/
Who can't let go of what's in.
But you're peeling back my surfaces/
And causing ripples that turn to shocks/
You're grinding down my mountains/
And turning hilltops into rocks.
Oh, I wish that I could do the same for you/
But trouble is I'm not sure what to do/
You look at me as if you have forever/
But if asked if I know you I would say "Never."
You're the underwater deep/
If I sink too far I drown/
Still you know the ocean waves/
Every silence every sound.
I want to walk a mile in your shoes/
But can't find them anywhere/
Then you stop me from my searching/
Ask me to catch your eyes and stare.
Now I'm cutting down your facets/
So you sparkle and you gleam/
And you've grasped and grabbed my distant heart/
And turned it from coal to steam.
Oh, what couldn't I ever do for you/
Now that I know what is deep and dark and true/
You peeled and took away my dead old skin/
Even though we both know what is within.
But You show me your mask/
We dance like there's no one watching/
That's all I ask.
People wonder why I'm hidden/
Under layers of skin/
Cause beneath I got a skeleton/
Who can't let go of what's in.
But you're peeling back my surfaces/
And causing ripples that turn to shocks/
You're grinding down my mountains/
And turning hilltops into rocks.
Oh, I wish that I could do the same for you/
But trouble is I'm not sure what to do/
You look at me as if you have forever/
But if asked if I know you I would say "Never."
You're the underwater deep/
If I sink too far I drown/
Still you know the ocean waves/
Every silence every sound.
I want to walk a mile in your shoes/
But can't find them anywhere/
Then you stop me from my searching/
Ask me to catch your eyes and stare.
Now I'm cutting down your facets/
So you sparkle and you gleam/
And you've grasped and grabbed my distant heart/
And turned it from coal to steam.
Oh, what couldn't I ever do for you/
Now that I know what is deep and dark and true/
You peeled and took away my dead old skin/
Even though we both know what is within.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
EXPLOSIONS!!!
OH GOD HEAD FOR THE HILLS EVERYTHING AROUND US IS GONNA BLOW ANY SECOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
IT'S NO GOOD, WE'RE SURROUNDED BY TRIP-MINES, AND THEY'RE COMING RIGHT TOWARDS US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL MEN, TODAY IS A BAD DAY TO DIE, BUT A GOOD DAY FOR ALL THOSE SOULS OUT THERE WHO MAKE A LIVING OUT OF CLEANING UP DEAD LIFELE _________________
Would you like some tea and crumpits Mrs. Nesb- HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS OF GOD HOW DID YOUR HEAD GET UP THERE?!?!?- on the other hand it will make an excellent mantle piece.
Do you guys have any explosion stories? If you do, than put them in the comments. NOW! RIGHT NOW! BEFORE THE INTERNET EXPLOOOOOOODDDDDESSSSSS!!!!!!!
IT'S NO GOOD, WE'RE SURROUNDED BY TRIP-MINES, AND THEY'RE COMING RIGHT TOWARDS US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WELL MEN, TODAY IS A BAD DAY TO DIE, BUT A GOOD DAY FOR ALL THOSE SOULS OUT THERE WHO MAKE A LIVING OUT OF CLEANING UP DEAD LIFELE _________________
Would you like some tea and crumpits Mrs. Nesb- HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS OF GOD HOW DID YOUR HEAD GET UP THERE?!?!?- on the other hand it will make an excellent mantle piece.
Do you guys have any explosion stories? If you do, than put them in the comments. NOW! RIGHT NOW! BEFORE THE INTERNET EXPLOOOOOOODDDDDESSSSSS!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Party Times
What?
Nevermind.
Anyway, Friday night was a success. I now want to play zombie tag for the rest of my life, if that is possible. (Is it possible?) I want it to be possible.
Tonight our house was party central. As in we had a party for our bar. And we played computer games. Par the course, I guess.
I think these two days have been pretty good so far.
Yesh.
Nevermind.
Anyway, Friday night was a success. I now want to play zombie tag for the rest of my life, if that is possible. (Is it possible?) I want it to be possible.
Tonight our house was party central. As in we had a party for our bar. And we played computer games. Par the course, I guess.
I think these two days have been pretty good so far.
Yesh.
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