Coming back from something that made you cease chasing your passion really makes you wonder how to get back. I use to find so much passion in guitar and music. It was one of those things that stuck in your mind all day and that you just couldn't get enough of but after picking it up a few times after that incident. It really didn't feel the same. Its like the strings of my guitar now turning black from old rust reflect the very degraded heart I once had when I was going through that incident. As it feels foreign to me now, I feel foreign to it as well. But in the wake of redemption, I realize my passion is still there, I still love music and I'm so willing to pick it back up again. Which is why I took another step at redemption, and bought new bright and shiny strings to replace the old.

Do you ever watch love movies and think of us?
Not just like, the Notebook or Sweet Home Alabama where the story line fits us almost perfectly, but like in all love movies?
Maybe Jack trembles above Rose after making love and you think of your trembles and the way I teased you?
Maybe it’s the way the very opposite Gerard Butler and Katherine Heigl attract in the Ugly Truth.
I do.
Do you ever lie in bed watching the moon wondering if just maybe I am too?
I do.
Are you ever with someone, even someone you really care about, and for a moment see me instead? Maybe it was the shape of their mouth, the way their hair fell in their face, a face they made at you?
I’ve done that… seen you instead of him…
Do you ever just… miss me? Think of me?
Remember???? Do you ever ever just remember?

A wise movie said, ”Love waits on one thing- the right moment.”
So, when will ours be? Will it come in the future? Did we miss it already?
Was it that first day I stared across the second grade class at you?
Or the first time we split into reading groups?
Was it that first time we kissed by the trailer with a young lookout?
Maybe not.
Maybe it was the time we spent chasing each other around in my backyard.
Was it all the times you called me “peoples” as though you’d forgotten my name?
Or could it have been when we skated side-by-side, nudging each other softly?
Perhaps it was the day I handed you a note with my deepest secret written in code.
Maybe it was the first time we ever really kissed…
The first time I felt your lips on my neck, felt your warm breath in my ear?
Was it the first time you sent chills from the tip of my spine to my ankles?
Or maybe it was that night on the steps, making out for so long, with such intensity that we broke apart to splash cold water on our faces.
Could it have been when I went to your house when you were sick and you walked me home anyway to be sure I was safe?
Or was it when you came to see me when I was sick, dropping a kiss to my forehead that healed me instantly?
Was it the first time we made love, bodies trembling, some combination of fear and pleasure, feeling wrong but more than right?
Maybe it was when you held me while I cried about insignificant fights with my mother.
Or when we played in the sand and I watched the fireworks from the safety of your arms?
Maybe it was making love in the dark, stemming from nothing more than a kiss shared between two people in more than love.
Maybe it was waking up to you and seeing your smile.
Maybe it was falling asleep in your lap, on your chest, inside your arms.
Maybe it hasn’t come yet, maybe it never will.
Maybe our love is false, doesn’t exist. Maybe we’ll never have that moment.

​A bird walks through the desert. Why is it there? Birds don't belong in the desert.
The bird flaps its wings but cannot fly. Why can't it fly? Because this bird is a penguin.
A penguin walks through the desert. Why is it there? Penguins do not belong in deserts.
It turns out that this isn't a desert. It is the arctic tundra. All is well.

        “ NO ONE MOVE” everyone was shocked and they turned around to see Julia, who was in the back of the crowd having a gun point at her by a man who got in somehow . no one moved. “we are taking this place now, open the doors for my friends, only one person goes”

            “ill go, ted spoke up, just don’t hurt my sister”  he slowly left. When he was out of sight he ran as fast as he could, but he did not run to the door switches, he went for just “smitty!” he screamed as he opend the door, “you have to come please snap out of it, they have my sister, two guys not zombies, the one has guns pointed at my sister” no response came “damn you, you fucking coward” he slamed the door. Thoughts raced in his mind, he had to do something “..i …I have no choice…I need to open the doors..damnit” ted ran as fast as he could for the switch, reluctly pressed it and made his way back

            when he got there everyone was on their knees and the gunman still had Julia with a gun pointed to the back of her head. Julia was crying.   “ok, your all going to do as I say” the gun man said with a steady and calm voice as though it was an everyday conversation “ there are a few options here” just then a loud pop noise came out of nowhere, the gunman stumbled back to grab his face, another pop and another and the gunman lifted his gun, without looking he shot off his gun, the rounds shot out at rapid fire, everyone dove for the floor, all except ted who rushed at the gun man jumped in the air and kicked the man in the face, he was knocked back and the gun fell from his hand

            “ there is one option and that is to get the fuck out of our house, and if you ever point a gun at her again I will fucking kill you” everyone was surprised to hear the voice of Justin come out of his mouth so loud.  The bigger man wilding the sword stepted forward as to make some sort of move or maybe to talk, but Smitty  took no time off, and shot him in his face, the man seemed little effected and charged him. he shot more with his paintball gun but it did little to stop this man. He was tough, and kept charging, he was fast and when he reached Justin he put the sword on his back, jutin dropped the paintball gun and charged the man who was  huge, way bigger then him, the man grabbed him and put him into a choke hold

It was time
it was there
it was them
it was war
it was death
it was re-birth
it was a revolution, and it was devastatingly beautiful

The trouble with art in any school situation is that art is not just a skill, or something you just do, art is feelings. you wont always feel like doing art, and if someone does not feel like doing art, then their art wont be as good as it could be, it wont be their true art. you need to Feel it, not just do it

I just finished watching Unstoppable, which is a movie based on true events about a runaway train carrying gallons of chemicals, unable to stop because its air brakes are missing. The train is headed towards a city and two workers have to stop the train before it hits the city, risking their jobs and life. Would you have made the same sacrifice if you were one of them?

I hate lying so I let other people do it for me. 

Probably one of the best movies ever made. It should no doubt win many awards including original screenplay at the Oscars tonight.