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Life sucks...

Death

Today, I have to write a research paper, and it is going to be the death of me. I use this term very lightly. Before I began writing this paper, I went to see a good friend's dad earlier today. He is in the hospital with cancer. Can I ever use this phrase again?

This man is (I almost wrote was, but that's the wrong verb. Stay optimistic) incredibly strong. He has (dang it) is living an amazing life. He has two wonderful sons and a loving wife. And he has cancer, and it really sucks.

This post is strangely serious, but I had to get out my feelings. When I saw him, I was taken aback. This soccer playing, athletic man has been reduced into an unresponsive body. And it was incredibly tough to see him.

I hate death...

So Yeah, I'm (Really) Awesome...

Also, I just realized that all my posts have parentheses and ellipses at the end...

I Don't Think I Did Very Well. What Did You Get? A 98

I have a giant list of pet peeves and a very small temper. One of those peeves (peeves sounds weird without the pet in front of it) is when people make fun of themselves for compliments. Stop doing this, or I will retaliate.

"I only got a 96 on my test. What did you get?"
"Sorry bitch, but I got a 100. You kind of suck at life. Go sit in the corner and cut yourself with a spork from Taco Bell."

Everyone knows you are just fishing for compliments; just stop it. This rant was triggered by a guy in my trumpet section. He keeps complaining, very annoyingly, about his "inability" to play high notes. We tried to console him (give him the compliments he wants) before we gave up. We then got a new song that has some pretty cool high notes, and he was given them. He complained, and I asked if he wanted to trade parts. He declined... Really!?! You don't get compliments and the cool part; you have to choose one.

To finish on a happy note, I really love chili on cold days...

A Good Book Has No Ending

Who Am I?

So yeah, third post today. The newness of my blog will die down eventually, and my posts will become more sporadic and less witty. But now, I actually want to write a post that has substance. One of my friends found this awesome website with writing prompts on it, and I was looking through them when I found two I liked right beside each other:

1. Describe a typical day during your Jr. High years.
2. Why do you write?

I was a completely different person in junior high. I was included in the annoying popular kids group. I know; it's terrible. My girlfriend (does she really count in junior high?) of two years was popular, and I was as well by association. But then, a few months before we broke up, I realized that we really didn't like each other more than friends. So, was I supposed to stay her friend and hang out with the other annoying, privileged kids or find a completely new set of friends? I decided to go with the latter, and eighth grade year was a bitch. I had a core group  of solid friends... in basically none of my classes. That is when I realized who my new (and now incredible awesome) friends are.

So, in junior high, my day consisted of being someone that I am not. I sat at a lunch table with kids I hated. There was a new girl who sat at that table as well who never said anything. Now, she is one of my really good friends. We were both squeezed into a mold that did not fit. Now, I have a great life. I can honestly and easily say that this year has been the best year ever. I have great, steadfast, truly awesome friends that I can be myself around. And two of them are the reason that I am blogging.

Following their example, I set up this blog. I am writing to vent to someone. While I do have great friends, I am listener, not a talker. I know that they would listen, that isn't the problem; I just never feel ok letting things out. So, I have decided to write them on here. I doubt that this will stay anonymous for long, but you never know. This safe haven of the internet might be just what I need...

High Ho, Let's Go

So yeah, here we go again. Two basically pointless blog posts in one day, but hey, this is my blog. My little corner (corner makes me feel like I am not randomly being unread in the middle) of the internet. So, I have been debating on whether to include names and detailed personal scenarios in this blog or leave everything anonymous. I think I will choose the latter. If people I know read this blog, they would know who it is. Not many teenage guys have the nickname Steinsburg or an affinity with John Steinbeck.

So, this post kind of turned into just an introduction for another post instead of an actual post. Hmm, maybe I should add a witty phrase here...

Or maybe I should make it a habit to end all of my posts with ellipses... That ellipsis wasn't needed; I just added it for dramatic efffeeeeeeeeeecccccccctt...