Sunday, March 20, 2011

Complaints

I'm tired of people being fake!
I'm tired of people lieing
I'm tired of people holding their thoughts in so they dont hurt your feelings
I'm tired of pressure
I'm tired of having to worry about who is really a friend
I'm tired of stereo types
I'm tired of being pushed aside
I'm tired of being compared to my brother
I'm tired listening to people's ignorance to others
I'm tired of my word not being enough
I'm tired of not being listened too
I'm tired of self rightous people
I'm tired of backstabbing liars
I'm tired feeling irritated
I'm tired of not hearing the truth!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Love is

Love is a light cutting through the dark
Love is pushing through the pain
Love is that moment your heart skips a beat
Love is asking how your day went every day
Love is listening to someones problems when they need you
Love is being there even when its not a good time
Love is staying with someone even in the hard times
Love is lamp....
Love is giving your life
Love is being ready to change
Love is wanting to change
Love is taking the blame
Love is taking the pain

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Train of thought

What is that thing called when they show you those little ink blots on a peice of paper and tell you to tell them what it looks like?  I can never find out whats thats called.  Whats that other test called were they say one word and then you say something back!!!  Still no clue, why do they have all these stupid tests but no names.  Well atleast I dont know the names.  I hate trying to remember names I cant ever do that, why cant every one be named steve!  Steve steve steve.  Like that monkey in that movie cloudy with a chance of meatballs.  That was a good monkey, that was a good movie!   I wonder if this is really what Nelson wants to see in a journal a bunch of random thoughts.  I gots lot of random thoughts I am not sure thats what he wants but then again this is my random page so I can write what ever random thing I want!  Is this random though if its suppose to be something we want to right about then is this really random if its what I want.  But if I am just writing down my thoughts as they come through me it must be random... or not random because I am thinking it.  Unless its completly random of me to write this just out of my head.  How does a train of thought lead you from one subject to something completly unrelated I mean not even close to the starting subject.  It also seems to happen alot when your talking with someone and both people just keep on talking until its at a completly random spot, most the time atleast its completly random.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

I'm thinking about you

I'm thinking about you like a heart thinks of its own beat
I'm thinking about you like calanders think of the year
I'm thinking about you like nachos think of cheese
I'm thinking about you like zombies think of nothing
I'm thinking about you like cars think about gas
I'm thinking about you like bad jokes think of Chuck Norris
I'm thinking about you like fish think of water
I'm thinking about you like good thinks of evil
I'm thinking about you like sweet thinks of sour
I'm thinking about you...

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Orders to rock out!

You have been given direct orders to rock out
Rock out like your going to die
Rock out like you just won the lottery
Rock out like you got money
Rock out like you got a full night sleep
Rock out like your music does rock
Rock out like when no one is around

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Introduction

Hey! My pen name is Blarck... I figure I didnt need a last name, or I was just to lazy to think of one, who needs a last name any way.  I guess I should start by saying that I like to read, I also like stuff that normally doesnt make much sense.  Why do things have to make sense for people to like them, things that make less sense normally make alot more sense if you just dont think about it.  But I am not sure thats very important to talk about right now.  I am excited to get this blog thing, this is my first time doing a bloggy thingy so this is going to rock!