Music to My Life

So, I was sitting at my computer thinking of something interesting to say, well nothing seemed to come to mind. I turned on ITunes and stared blankly at my library of songs. I scrolled up and down several times before settling on a song. This song "Artsy" by The Grouch has a deep meaning for me. Let me give you a little background. I live in rural colorado where you are either a coal mining hippie hatting redneck, or a pot smoking war protesting tree hugging hippie. As for me, well im one of the oh so small population of tweeners. In other words I am neither of the other two partys. So back to this song i briefly mentioned, basically it says "don't preach" whether you are of the christian right or the alter ego hippie. I find this view quite refreshing, because I will admit one of my pet peeves is being told wat I do is wrong or right for that matter. Just live and let live. So, I guess the point is there are two opposite but equal sides. In this song The Grouch talks about how just because you act the part doesn't mean you are as righteous as you say. Let real ideals and principles dictate how your life is run. I can't lie when a hippie comes up to tell me to be better to the world, and have peace on Earth I have the sudden urge to get in a fight and litter, and when a christian comes and tells me God loves me, or redneck tells me how Obama is ruining this country I just want to put an Obama sign in my yard and throw the bird towards the sky.

My car

This past friday I had quite the experience with my 1995 Ford Windstar (my friends call it the "man van"). So, when I got to school I was told I had a flat, no big deal right? Anyway, my friend Cody and I went to go fix it near the end of the day. So, we had no problem finding the jack or the tire iron, and we began to remove the tire with no problem. As we came close to taking the tire off we decided to take a look at my spare. Well, lucky for me it was flat, but it wasn't just flat. It had a piece of rebar about 8 inches long protruding from it. So, obviously we couldn't change the tire. So, I called my mom and had her bring down the other car with the same size tires (I thought this was quite clever). Cody and I then had no problem changing the tire and putting the spare from the other car onto the my car (maurice). Well, as I was about to leave my day got even better. I put the key into maurice's ignition. The engine turned over but just wouldn't fire. Maurice just would not start, he would rumble then fail every time. So, wat are the first words that come to a teenager's mouth? "STUPID GOD DAMN PIECE OF SHIT." I just could not catch a break. So, Maurice would sadly have to stay in my school's parking lot for the night. Well, the next day it got towed and taken to the shop. The reason for my beloved minivan not to start? When I had taken the jack out of its hold I hit a certain button. The inertia switch as it is called cuts off the flow of gas to the engine when the car is hit. This is to keep it from going boom. well it can also be manually switched on and off. So, the first words to come out of a teenager's mouth? WELL SON OF A BITCH! Well at least the car is fixed.

The Beginning

I go to a small rural high school in which our football and wrestling teams are the jewel of the community. My freshman year I was quite into school spirt and pride (now I must say I am quite lacking in). I was active in three sports and seemed to fitting in well. No I didn't play football, because i was... well quite small and skinny. So, I ran cross country. I was soon injured because I wasn't really ready to run tat much, but i had a great coach. He made me feel quite a part of the team still. This was quite uplifting. Soon Basketball started and the freshman team i must say... was better than the JV. I'm only bragging a little. Now as baseball (my passion) began I felt part of something (proverbial program I guess). I had a great time and that remains just about the only sport I truly like to play. I guess I used sports to cover up any social problems I was feeling. Which now I realize were a big part of that first and second year of High School. During my Sophomore year I started to lose my school spirt and a startling rate. By the end of the year the only pride I had was that our baseball team was badass. I wish I could enjoy high school like so many other students do, but i just feel like I'm ready to move on. As a junior I have been told that I act like a senior. Which apparently is a bad thing. I mean wanting to get out of a shitty high school ASAP is a bad thing. See I have to call a bullshit on that one. So here I will chronicle my hardship and happiness through the rest of high school. I would like to here from people who had to cope with this too. So basically everybody. So, please follow me and the Survival of my high school years.