Capture of a few Moments

Mesh and Jumbles of the captures I've created.
The photo's I've taken lately that I think are internet worthy

Reading and Temperary Friends

When ever I read a book I get lost in the story line, the plot leads me to a place when my whole life seems to be told as a story in my head. Like I'm stuck in "Stranger Then Fiction". I guess that's why I read so much last year to replace the friends I wish I had. I can avoid my own life and enters someone Else's i become a bystander following them through the introduction and climax and falling action. I find some way to add their problems to my own just to kid my self that my life is more interesting then it really is. I stand staring into space explaining the events occurring around me to precise description:

"Her face was drained, she was upset whether she wanted to show it or not. I should go talk to her. I overcome my laziness and walk over pretending to get tissues. 'Hey Paige', say. She doesn't pay attention, she's too interested in the pizza stain on her sweater. I walk away it's no use in getting her to speak, not here, not now..."

The occurrences of geography. That's what went through my head, word for word. I told you I need to get a life. Books and their pages and authors and words, my temporary friends when no one else is there or I feel lost. Thank you for listening, you always let me talk.

Pondering the inner sanctum of the Human mind

Wow. Deep title sequence. We must do alot today to keep this up.
Think of your school. And think of all the different cliques that roam the forbidden, unsafe halls.
For instance I attend an art school so we consist of:
+Two rivel "rebel/gothie" groups:
-The leather jacket kids and all the rest of them
-the indie powerpop kids
-the skater kids
-the some what indie kids that like to hang at skate station
-the outcasted scene kids who hang with both "rebel/gothie" groups
-the dancer prep kids
-the ghetto local kids
-the poser emo kids
-and all the rest of us

Of course the cliques arn't as seperated as they seem in "Mean Girls" but who hangs out with who is some what obvious, because us being art kids we have to express ourselves to the up most highest standards of the kind of music we listen to. I fit into the rest of us but I mingle in and out of each groups. Such as the indie-powerpop kids (we have the same style) and the outcasted scene kids. My two best friends happen to dress prep and skater but don't hangout with there clique.
My school, a magnent, is located in the middle of the bull-dosed ghetto, so we have the local kids whose parents are scared of the gang schools.

So why do we go to such great lengths to find our label? Maybe it's because we want to fit in (don't lie and say you dont, because I tried that once and that year ended in flames). We want to feel welcome in a group, it's just human nature.
Thats how I feel around the table at christmas time all my family (not just my sad excuse dingy little broken family). But my cousins and aunt and grandparents we bless our food and when everyone is reciting the pray I open my eyes. And look around the feast at the glowing face and you can just feel the warmth... the welcome. It makes me feel like I belong it's a good feeling. Maybe thats why we label.

El Presidente

My parents are scared as hell since he won.

The new comander and chief of the united states armed forces evryone:

Barack Obama...... whats your opinion?

What the parentals need though is... hope.

No I'm not saying Obama's going to be a good president, I'm not saying he'll be a bad one, I'm stating my opinion at all.

Hope the one little man who was lost in pandora's box. Never say theres no hope. They're always is, sometimes you just have to dig really deep to find it. But it's there... somewhere. You must always have hope for with out it they're is nothing to live for. Then we'd all be dead and there would be no bad, but also... no good. For with out bad there is nothing to compare good to. No difference there to see how things can change. No celebration when your finally out of hard time because you would have never had any. Hope, good, bad, intertwine.

Have hope in the American people. Have hope we made the right chose and that all hell will not break out as my parent keep reminding me that it surely will.