First Post

First Post

Dedicated to Samantha Yocus, for no particular reason other than; I only made this blog because I saw she had one... I secretly want to be her but, shhhhh! Don't fucking tell her I said that. I saw this amazing movie today; Keith. I recommend everyone to go out and fucking see it here http://watch-movies.net/movies/keith/. I have had a lot going on in my life recently. My birthday passed about 5ive days ago; Monday. My mother got out of the hospital a few days ago; Tuesday. I started getting my life back on track as well. I broke up with my girlfriend about 2wo days ago. (Don't give me sympathy, I am happy I broke things off with her, things were not going in the right direction to say the least, and It's better I ended it sooner than later.)


I started talking to this girl Samantha Yocus; we went to high school together for 4our years, and yet, I feel as though I have gotten closer to her in the past week than I ever could have through out my entire high school career. She is an amazing girl, I feel as though I can learn from her, as well as enjoy have her in my life as the ultimate epitome of the word passed time.

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I guess, I don't really have anything exciting to really post today. Oh well give me a few days, something will come up. I will leave this blog with a writing peice I did not to long ago when I was drunk and filled with thoughts, called; DOT

Life.
Okay then.
Live.
But, if you want meaning to that life.
Well, then find love.
Find happiness.
Find that special girl, that you can click with.
From the start. (Not keyboard clicks, I mean spiritual syncronization.) 'It's all about a chance, an unexpected spark of fate', she said.I didn't believe in anything till I met her.
Not fate, nor love.
At very least did I believe in promises.
She told me she has a promise I can keep.
I asked, 'What that could possibly be?'
She said, 'Promise me that I will talk to you again...Perhaps tomorrow?'(I smiled a genuine smile; the kind a fifth grader would when holding his first 'real crushes' hand.
She was breathtaking.
I couldn't believe she asked me something so simple, to make me feel so significant.
It was brilliant.
All that I could respond to her was, 'You might, it all depends what happens... I can't make any promises, life has to many things that could change all of a sudden, or prevent you rather from these promises.
Promises that are unfulfilled are designed destruction.
Broken promises are the worst thing that could happe-'
'If you truly want to make someone happy, you keep the promises you make. That is what love is,' She interrupted. She is very smart, I couldn't disagree with this girl. She seemed to have remark for every statement I threw at her. It was as if she was reading lines out of a script; that stated everything I was going to say, right before I said it. She was to witty for my teenage philosophical life views.
It was stimulating. It was intriguing. It was aggravating. 'How do you seem to have all these answers?' I questioned her. 'It's easy to have answers, when they come from the heart. I believe that everyone you meet is for a reason.' she replied.'Oh yeah, and what are these reasons?' I squealed.'You meet a person, to either; A. Learn something from them. Or, B. To teach them something.' She said in a very coy manner.I asked,'Then why did we meet? so you can teach me something, I'm guessing.''Nope, wrong again sill boy. This time it's kind of a fifty-fifty deal.' She laughed. She looked into my eyes, took my hands, and cupped them in between hers.(Her hands were soft, a bit damp, and warm. Mine were shaking uncontrollably. I was terrified and anxious.) She kissed my hands; Her lips were wet, full, and kind. She then lifted her head looked up at me and smiled her perfect smile. Whispered in my ear, 'Keep your promise to me, and you will keep me around your presence, boy.' As she walked away.