Yo, jot that down..

I must admit that I feared for my personal journal's existence once I became a Blogger, but to tell you the truth, it hasn't taken much of a hit. I find myself almost reassuring our almost intimate relationship, like a little boy reassures his jealous best-friend that the new kid in the neighborhood, with the newest video games and best snacks, isn't going to ruin their friendship. I often wonder how many people actually keep some sort of a journal?? And after that, I'm thirsty to know which of my friends write??? Regardless of your method of writing, I recommend that you do it. It's healthy.

I read once that if your life is not worth taking the time to someday write a book about, or at least record certain events in your life, than you really aren't living. ...Not that the life of a Cadet Candidate at USMAPS is very eventful, or worth several hundred pages even if greatly modified into a dominantly fictional narrative, but the personal contacts alone could fill several chapters. The people in my life are great. -love you guys. no homo. haha-
If nothing else, write about people and your unique relationships with them.


Personal contacts... you shouldn't need me to tell you that personal relationships are what make any situation worth living in, and definitely worth remembering for. My memory holds no past-time that doesn't revolve around the character of a friend of mine. Even most great novels and movies rely on the relationship developed between the reader-viewer and the characters involved.
FRIENDS. The greatest t.v. series of all-time! I even place it in the movie category just so it can hold another title. -Best movie ever- The show clicks on all cylinders. Comedy. Drama. Action- Yea, action. Try to argue that Joey's 10 second gallon-milk chug is not action!- Romance. Intellect. It's the perfect show. The personal relationships between the characters, and between the viewers and the characters create the ultimate friends circle that 'Chad' from Altell just cannot fit into his network.- Oh, no. Me, my friends, and my FRIENDS are exclusively V.I.P. Verizon.- But the show was so clutch because I became the 7th FRIEND. Anyone who's been a FRIENDS Fanatic feels like Central Perk was the number one hang out spot for ten of the best years of his or her life. I know I do.

All the hilarious anecdotes from the show were written by some of the most creative and genius writers ever. -who both inspire the aspiring writers of America, and burn those amateur writers' dreams because of their greatness. How can we ever compete or compare to such great humor?- all the anecdotes hailed from different corners of the city, and different cities. These writers had great laughs with their personal friends, and then write the script to the show, based off their own lives. Humor is truth. These writers, as most great writers do, use their own life experiences to create universal hits that leave impressionable marks on millions.
....Thus I encourage you all, to write. You never know when a funny story that happened to your kid sister might combine with something that happened at the coffee shop to create a 22 minute episode worth timeless laughs for generations to come.

My Passion

Before this girl I had rhinoceros thick skin and a defense mechanism to avoid showing emotion that was like clockwork. I never really opened up to anybody. I love my dad more than anybody on this earth - mom love you just as much :)- but even with him, I'd never let him see me down. I'd never open up to him completely. No, that would be too big of a risk even for a guy like me who thrives off living on the edge. my best friends in the world, would sometimes notice when I let my guard down, and they'd ask what was on my mind, but I was so good at changing the subject without making it obvious that I was really hurting. I could never let myself become vulnerable. Perfection. Iron.



...then I fell in love...



and for any man who has ever been truly in love with a women, you truly understand that I was at her mercy. I gave her my heart, and I was completely aware of what was happening. this wasn't a dream- you know the ones where you hear a voice and completely connect with that person, but when you wake up you have no recollection of who she was or what she looked like.-no, this was my life. I was living in a dream. and for the first time in my life, I could honestly put somebody's happiness before mine, and feel like the luckiest man alive. Merriam & Webster have not the knowledge of words deep enough to satisfy my heart's aching desire to describe this love. and I passionately want to transform these feelings I have in the swell of my heart and the depthest of my soul, my being, into words, most likely a form a literature, unless I learn the tongue of dear Hamlet and can stand alone in a dark tower and speak aloud though my heart and soul combined grew a voicebox and years worth of built up emotion poored to the air for only mine own ears to embrace. But Hamlet is in a class of his own, and if I cannot obtain this miracle, then I only wish to give the unlucky people in the world, who are without any experience with love, a distant glimpse of how great it feels. how magical it can be. Love is the sole purpose for our existence.


she made me the biggest little kid ever. we would play fight-I'd always crush her with wrestling moves, and she'd always stab me in my soft spots--sharp elbows to the ribs, and pull my leg hairs--chickenshit. she'd chase me around the pool table and around the couches until we were both so out of breath that we'd give a 5 minute truce and just collapse on the couches like two children at nap-time after a sugar crash. she'll kill me for saying this, but truth is...when she was super tired..she wheezed. haha :) Me-1, Her-0.

My one true passion.

Coach P. always told me that my success would never be fulfilling because i wasn't ever passionate about sports. which is weird because if you know me, you know I'm all about winning. but he was right. winning made part of who i am, but it never filled the shadowed corners of my heart with joy and truth. passion for love is the unmeasurable happiness, and not comparable to anything else a human could ever hope for.

We live and dream to someday love.