Ox Bellows Weekly.

One of these days, I swear I’ll get in
One of these days, I’ll start to begin
I swear that I’ll care about my fate
I swear that I’ll care, just not today

As long as I’m slipping, I’m okay
I never fall too hard anyway
The scars on my shins mean nothing at all
My mind always seems to find them too small

Break in time, breaks my heart
To know I’m great, to know I’m lost
Never alive, never alone
I sing this to the dial tone

You left shortly, but I understand
I couldn’t get up and take your hand
I was so sweet that you could not forget
I was your seventh grade regret

Funny how things never change,
Since my first, I have not aged
Not after all the work I’ve shown
Just proving further, I gave up hope

Break in time, breaks my heart
To know I’m great, to know I’m lost
Never alive, never alone
I sing this to the dial tone

I don’t believe you;
I don’t believe in me.

Break in time, breaks my heart
To know I’m great, to know I’m lost
Never alive, never alone
I sing this to the dial tone

Skeptic, since I’ve known you
You’ve always been just like me
Abandoned and alone, you
Had always seemed to see
Like something wasn’t there
When it was in your way 
And nothing wasn’t fair
Nothing, except today

Now you want to fight
But you’re not coming in on time
Out of your mind
You’re never coming in on time

It’s the wrong idea you’ve got there
Back track it just a little bit
A year back, you weren’t crazy
A year and counting, I’ve been sick of it
Taking to the down beat
Like you’ve been beaten down
Lending me the deaf ear when you
Can’t wait to make a sound

Now you want to fight
But you’re not coming in on time
Out of your mind
You’re never coming in on time

The second bell echoes soon after the first
The week has sped by and I question its worth
As my day flies, the others’ days fall
From my great heights, I see it all
The clock skips numbers from time to time
But the knuckles on hands all around me grow white
As they all grip their notebooks and carry on through
The day before break, and I’ll tell you the truth
Though I cannot wait to be free from this place
There are times I wish this vacation would wait
Though faces around me have teeth gritted tight
They’re faces I’ll miss when their gone from my sight 

50 Things I’d Never Do:

50. Smoke.

49. Kill.

48. Vote.

(just kidding).

47. Lie under oath.

46. Do anything that requires me to be under oath.

45. Use the word “oath” four times in a blog entry.

44. Pick a fire Pokemon over a water Pokemon.

(I mean, seriously…)

43. Watch another episode of Hannah Montana.

42. Rape.

(Thought I’d get that one in there).

41. Cheer for the Dallas Cowboys.

40. Drive a Hummer.

39. Play a ska-cover of anything by Earth, Wind, and Fire.

38. Baseball slide into people’s ankles with malicious intent.

37. Shave.

(MUAHAHA!)

36. Wear camo in the army.

(You guys are stupid! They’re going to be looking for army guys…)

35. Say “strategery” or “nucular” and mean it.

34. Make fun of my government.

(Again, just kidding).

33. Audition for Cats: The Musical.

32. Watch Fergie: Live in Concert.

31. Renounce my faith.

30. Forget the Bonesaw.

(Sadly).

29. Finish this list.

8 Reasons It’s Okay for Men to Lie:

8. Because it’s kind of encoded in our DNA.

(Check that little glitch between the last A-T bond).

7. Because without doing so, Jim Carrey’s comedic triumph Liar, Liar would be a work of fantasy.

(As well as being excommunicated from the Catholic church).

6. Because it’s so much fun.

(Not that I ever lie or anything).

5. Because who’s it really hurting, anyway? 

4. I never said it was okay for men to lie!

3. Because then we’d have to have a women president.

2. Because Seinfeld was just such a funny show.

1. Because women would still say we did even if we didn’t.

normal post! Can you believe it? Today, I had band practice. ‘Tis a wonderful thing to practice with one’s band, to laugh, love… okay more accurately, yell, hate, get hit in sensitive areas and… well, we do  love each other, but we’re inattentive. And disruptive. And rather dysfunctional lately. Kind of like this post. I can’t write lyrics for the life of me, so today we wrote a song about how much our friend Allyse is a failure. It’s perhaps the most frustrating thing to know that you’ve written good music in the past but can’t right now. It’s awful. And to those of you reading this, try and be inspiring, would ya? It’d make my job easier. (Kidding. Kind of.) I’ll probably post something abstract later.  

all I really want for Christmas is for people to understand it. All I see is misinterpretation and commercialism, people who celebrate the birth of Jesus by spending hundreds of dollars on inflatable fat men who sit on their lawn. If you want to show your love for Christmas, maybe you could donate it. Or something else that actually has to do with the meaning. I’m sorry, I realize this is school and religion isn’t supposed to be in school, but that is Christmas. It is the celebration of Jesus’ birth. Not of red-nosed reindeer, not of frosty snowmen, though that is all fine and dandy. Yes, I said dandy. I know people whose families won’t even allow them to go to a short service on Christmas day without anything else to do. Talk about missing the point. Anyway, that’s all I really want.

All I want for christmas is a nice, lengthy post.

Well, here they are. Ten good reasons I should not write my life story.

1. I’m only fifteen.

(Okay, that’s a very boring reason.)

2. I haven’t really done anything.

(Except that time I… no, that was Joan of Arc, nevermind.)

3. Chances are, it would have to be fiction because of my short attention span for the reality in my life.

(Besides, who wants to hear about a three year old kid who drops his soda over the edge of a boat and almost drowns because he thinks he can walk on out there and get it?)

4. I wasn’t born in a log cabin, I think the truth is alot more than “inconvinient,” and lying under oath has never been my thing.

(Get the references? No? Huh? Anybody? References?)

5. Only six people would read it.

(Only one if you exclude extorition victims).

6. It would take a while and change little.

(Kind of like my mom getting ready to go anywhere.)

7. I’d kind of like to accomplish something first.

(Or at least finish the second coat on the Sistine Chapel.)

8. People would laugh at me.

(More.)

9. It’s rather difficult to do much opinion writing while I still grieve the retirement of SI’s Rick Reilly.

(No joke necessary. Just go read something of his.)

10. I could barely finish this list of ten reasons not to write my life story.

You know what I’ve come to have a huge problem with? People. The way people are all the same specie; we are all humans, but our differences, be they subtle or otherwise, keep us from helping one another. People: they sit back and wonder what is wrong with the world. You know what’s wrong with the world? We are. Nature and the earth get along just fine without us. If we destroy resources and pollute, the earth will rebuild itself, it’s us we’re damaging. If the human race can’t depend on one another, what can we expect? What damage would it possibly do to help another person? Anyone could easily cut merely an hour out of their week and take it instead to help people. It sounds cliche, but it’s the simple reality. It wouldn’t be that hard to fix the world, given the effort, and if you think it’s out of your hands, it’s not. I don’t claim to be above everyone else, but I do claim to try. I prioritize, and people are my priority. That doesn’t mean I don’t hurt anyone or cause trouble every so often; that’s inevitable. What isn’t is a significant effort to do otherwise, and if everyone made such an effort rather than sitting back and complaining, they wouldn’t have anything to complain about. Hypocrisy is destructive, don’t succumb to it.