I Write Songs?: Diagnose Love

|Verse 1|

I had to make a trip to the doctors
He said something isn't right
My vitals are raising at the sight of you

|Pre Chorus|

Tell me doctor what is wrong with me
I can't stop thinking about her

|Chorus|

All the butterflies, beating around
Every little breath, escapes my mouth
I'm burning up, she's in sight
Her beautiful face, makes me blind

|Verse 2|

Doctor put me under MRI skies
My brain is so red
My heart is blind

|Verse 3|

Doctor I thought I broke my legs
Cause when I saw her, I couldn't stand
Blood pressure rise when you come by
Give me a kiss it runs so high


|Pre Chorus|

Tell me doctor what is wrong with me
I can't stop thinking about her

|Chorus|

All the butterflies, beating around
Every little breath, escapes my mouth
I'm burning up, she's in sight
Her beautiful face, makes me blind

|Outro|

Doctor what is wrong with me
My heart beats all day and night
He pulled out a paper, wrote down some words
He gave it to me, and my prescription is her

E-x2003x
C-x3005x
F#-2x003x
G-3x003x

I Write Songs?: Never Say Goodnight

|Verse 1|

We are sitting midnights
Running out of light
Never wanna let you go
Never see summer lights

|Chorus|

And tonight, I never wanna say
Goodbye, to these evening lights
I never wanna say goodbye
Tonight, I wish on a shooting
Star, so you'll never be far
Stay close to my heart, tonight

|Bridge|

And break me down
And steal my bones
Just so I
Will never have to say goodbye

|Chorus|


And tonight, I never wanna say
Goodbye, to these evening lights
I never wanna say goodbye
Tonight, I wish on a shooting
Star, so you'll never be far
Stay close to my heart, tonight

|Verse 2|

This is lovely moonlight
I sit and stare alone
Now I've said my goodbyes
I wish it were a lie

|Chorus|


I say tonight, I never wanna say
Goodbye, to these evening lights
I never wanna say goodbye
Tonight, I wish on a shooting
Star, so you'll never be far
Stay close to my heart, tonight

Stories: The Crevice in My Backyard

Walking over to my friend’s house, Steven, I walked through the thick heat of South Carolina, where the humidity raised high and the temperature was at a nice and low 96 degrees. I’m seven years old looking up at the burning sun. I’m really used to it; it doesn’t bug me at all even with my darker tanned skin. My thick black hair absorbed its heat so when feeling the hair that lightly touched over my eyebrows it would burn a little. I squint my big brown eyes that always seemed to be glazed over with a shine next to my long eyelashes. My well fit body walked well in my brown cargo shorts and white t-shirt. I was surprisingly well fit even though I could eat fast food and junk every day, but it easily got pulled over by the fact me and my friends played outside every day. We wouldn’t get rained out because of the concerns with flash flooding. We then would go inside and play video games or be patient with our lives for once… Unless we came up with one of our famous hyper indoor games.

                When I got just across the cul-de-sac to Steven’s house he came out before I could finish getting through his front steps. He walked over with his unusual tanned skin, he would whisk his hair out of his eyes, though it was the same style as mine, he had thin dark blonde hair that made it look completely different. He has the eyes that looked fake because of how clear blue they were with the long eye lashes, next to the thin face, doesn’t look natural but it looks perfect. We spent all of our time together and ended up with the same body types, though he ended up taller by an inch or two. Steven was a fan of playing basketball as he always wore black smooth shorts with a grey NBA shirt.

                We spent so much time with each other we naturally know what to do. We turned to walk in the same direction, walking straight for the woods. It is our favorite place to go. We would journey out through it all trying to find something new. We had very adventurous blood that always begged us to want more, so these woods were an outlet in a way.

                We are incredibly fond of Native Americans and Cowboys, so we would build out own weapons and set them next to the creek that ran perpendicular to the woods going straight through but was a good point for us to put everything we need before going in. Our parents actually felt comfortable when we brought our makeshift wooden weapons made out of wood in the forest and sharpened by stone. Our parents liked it cause of the fact that there were snakes out there but we got to know the woods so well we could live a week out there.

                Steven likes the one that’s the length of an average sword and I like to have a personal set, one like a spear and the other like a dagger. We both took tai quan do classes together so we did know what we were doing. I learned faster than he did so I was a black belt and he had a blue. We would always practice as we ran through the woods, just like we started doing.

                I looked over to Steven, “Where do you want to go? Here or..?”

                He flipped his hair away to respond, “I’ll start here and you go out there.” He pointed over to behind his house. There is a point out there that we have never passed. It is this desert area that have these crevices in the ground that fell deeper than at least six feet deep. The area makes us both chill, but we’ve been talking about trying to travel through there one day.

                I smiled at him, “Got it!” Even though the area far out bothers me I love going out there and using my stealth to go around and prey on my friend. Before I started to run I looked at him with the asking eyes we give each other. It’s us asking a question that depended on the moment. This time I was asking, “Remember the rules?”

                He sighed and smiled, “If you’re going to attack while sneaking you have to yell first as a warning. If there are any snakes or anything else the fight stops. No head shots, no neck shots.”

                I smiled at him and started running. We both have this silent language with each other where we don’t have to talk all that much in order to have conversations. We would do this in school all the time to talk about class mates or the teacher without getting in trouble. I kept running until I was out of breath and couldn’t see him anymore. I could run about half a mile before I would have to stop. Steven probable gave me a minute. So I started walking slowly still away from Steven.

                After waiting a while I could see the desert area far out so I decided to stop walking and wait for him here. I set up an area for me to hide and waited. Eventually after what felt like forever he and two other friends came into view, Stephanie and Kyle. They probably saw us come out and wanted to join in, so they all decided to be on a team.

                Stephanie, she lives next to me. I have this crush on her and I believe she has one too. She’s so pretty with a small thin figure and long straight brown hair that partially covered her face, she would sometimes show her green eyes with her defined face. She and I tend to talk a lot, but we also like to spar for fun. She’s the person in the neighborhood I would go to if I wanted to watch a movie or just talk. She dresses in straight blue jeans and a loose white top that have these frills on them.

                Kyle, an identical twin to his brother, Cole, they both have this short black hair that Kyle spiked but Cole doesn’t. That’s the easiest way we would tell the difference. They are both again taller than me with skin that was similar to mine, but just a little darker. They wrestled and have wrester bodies, a little bit thicker with more defined muscles, well at least more defined as you can get for seven year olds. Kyle had his favorite color on all the time as his shirt, red. He always wore a different red shirt with black cargos.

                They all crept in a position that had them sliding their feet through the ground in a triangle form. Both Kyle and Stephanie having a regular length sword like Steven did. They edged their way to pass me. As I turn around to move to my next spot I see a snake crawling its way to me. I quickly jump to stand and start beating it over with my shaft. When I was done I heard Steven yell and lunge toward me. I threw his shot at me ahead of my body tripping him up. I let Steven recover letting me see where the others are. They got me in a box. It has been the only way they beat me by teaming up and coming at me quickly.

                I pull out the dagger and stare waiting for Kyle to come first, always the rash one willing to jump ahead of the crowd to get the first hit. He charges head on just like in the movies with arms up ready to slash down. I quickly spin around him to dodge and as he turns around I lunge the shaft in between his arms and push him onto his back. Quickly, I turn around to push Stephanie aside with my free hand with the dagger. I pull back my shaft ready in time to hit Steven in the back of his leg tripping him up. I lightly hit Kyle on his back saying that he lost and waited as Steven and Stephanie were still fighting well. I toss the dagger towards Kyle to make it out of my way. Steven comes at me first and I hit his sword straight out of his hands disarming him, right after Stephanie is already there to where I fall on my back and I trip her with my feet while blocking when she tries hitting me. Steven comes at me again with his sword back in his hands and I throw the shaft at him like a spear hitting his chest. He stops in his motion knowing his defeat. I turn around looking for Stephanie and find her nearly hitting me with almost pure silence I catch her hand and take the sword from her and pointed it at her. She lost.

                We are tough kids as we are. We do this all the time out in these woods and inside with lightsabers. We have fun every time, mostly avoiding injury every time. It’s the only way we are allowed to do it is because we manage not to hurt each other.

                We all smiled at each other and I fell back to sit down. I was panting out of breathe as the others gathered around me to take a seat. “How do you always do that?” Kyle says turning to me. “I dunnno, I just do it.” I respond. I glance over to Stephanie and quickly smile to look away the next moment. “I want to go over there now.” I gestured to the desert area. “You sure?” Stephen says concerned with the idea. “Yeah, I am.” I sit up and jump to start running over to the edge of the woods.

                Steven quickly jumps up to follow me with Stephanie following behind him. “I’m going to go home okay guys?” Kyle yells over at us still sitting on the ground. Adventures weren’t exactly his favorite things. They’ve always scared Kyle in a way in the way that he will never leave the small town we started in. I ran over to him and gave him my hand to help him, “Are you ok, Kyle?” Kyle looks over our shoulders to look at Stephanie waiting for me and Steven looking over the edge, “You know I don’t exactly fit in with you guys when you want to adventure.” I give him a hug and nodded him letting him go home, “I’ll see ya tomorrow ok?” He smiles at me and starts walking away with his head up.

                I like being around for everyone. I feel good, like I’m the support for the neighborhood. I’ve always been the most mature and actually gave things thought. I would help anyone who asked for my help in any way. Surprising enough, even at this age, everyone still gets hurt and wants help, and I was there just for that.

                I turned back over to the others gave Stephanie my biggest grin and ran back over. Running over the soft grass and leaves felt nice, and feels better when I can see Kyle walk away with his head up. I notice the difference and like it when everyone walks away from me with a smile under their lips and pride in their heart.

                I gently touch Stephanie’s arm leading her to look to the desert. “We were waiting for you.” Stephanie said to me. “I know, I was just making sure he was ok, are you?” I look at her with a soft smile. “Yeah I am.” She smiled back at me. “Hey Nathan, what do you want to do?” Steven started getting serious; he’s always at his best when he gets that serious face on. Where you can see that everything he is doing makes him smile intensely. “What’s out strategy, sir?” I joke with him. “Let’s avoid going into the cracks, we don’t want to get stuck and use your staff to jump over. We all knew how to pole vault because we are all on track together even Stephanie and we all wanted to “learn how to fly.”

                “Who wants to fly first?” Steven said joking with the staff held out waiting for someone to grab. Stephanie dived for it before I could even touch it. She jumped off of the ground and quickly ran over the crevice without fault. I jump up and down in excitement, “You ready Steven?” We run over to the edge of the deep crack waiting for Stephanie to toss over the staff. She tries and when it’s falling short Steven catches it bending over and beginning to topple in. I grab the back of his shirt, but he falls in feet forward.

                I didn’t see very well exactly how he fell down I try to look at as he lays on his back rocking side to side in pain. “Are you ok?” I said to him in worry.

                He rolls over onto his knees and forearms staring at the ground. His shirt was ripped up and bloody. My heart fell and he yelled at me “No! I’m not okay!” I start hearing him cry.

                “Okay I’m going to get you okay?” I said to him. He grunts back in pain telling me he knows. “Stephanie,” I look at her worried, “Jump!”

                She stares at me afraid and quickly glancing at Stephen. I shake my head at her telling her not to look. She sprints over and jumps into my arms pushing us both to the ground. I quickly push her away leading her to go grab branches. “We need to get him out of there.” I wrestle around with branches trying to come up with a plan, tears start to form in my eyes in fear. I look up and a sudden storm came over blocking out the bright storm. It felt refreshing to let the sweat come off over the breeze.

                I turn around with two branches in my arms taking my first real look at the desert. Crevices following all over the land. The land is bare dry with nothing to stand for it, not a tree, not even a bush. I knew in the back of my head that if this storm turns out to be a flash flood that all the crevices will overflow. The sandy brown land makes me even more scared now. When I get over to where Steven is he is laying on his stomach in pain. “Come on guys.”

                I look to Stephanie bringing over the one branch in her arms. “Stephanie, run. Please go home.” I look at her with fear and worry in my eyes. She nods at me and lies “I’m not afraid, let me help.” “Just please go home.” Staring at her she turns her feet starting to run into the forest going beyond my vision. I take a deep breath and start weaving together the branches.

                Just like in the movies it begins to rain. I begin to rush to make something to pull Steven up with. “Nathan, what are you doing?” “I’m building!” I yell at him. He starts laughing, “Just come down here, I saw over there that there’s a high ground. He points further towards the center of the desert. I nod and close my eyes to jump next to Steven. “Ready?” He says looking up to me. “Yeah.” I say with my shaky voice. “Don’t tell me how bad it is.” He laughs. I pick him up, “You’ll be fine.”

                I just now start worrying about the distance with Steven in my arms. I’m worried I won’t be able to make the full distance. “You can do this, Nate.” Steven says with his eyes half open. I start walking with a determined face toward the direction Steven pointed to, all I have to do is walk straight and then I’ll be there.

                When walking I start to feel mud form under my feel as the rain starts to pick up. “That feels really good on my back.” He chuckles. “You know you’re really stupid right?” We both start laughing hard over that. Taking step by step I feel my foot get caught and I fall back on my butt only to hear a splash. It’s a flash flood. I sit Steven down on the ground. “What are you doing?” Steven says looking over to me. “I’ve got an idea, just be ready to wrap your arms around my neck.” I smile. He looks at me knowing exactly what I’m planning on doing. “Yeah okay. I’ll wait.”

                Waiting there, before I know it the water has risen up to Steven’s shoulder. I jump up in urgency, “Okay let’s go Steven!” I sit in front of him letting him wrap his around my neck and adjust himself. Pulling him up to my back I slowly pace through the water that is slowing me down. Without me noticing the flood has reached my shoulder standing up. I start feeling worried about it all, but I take a hold of the wall and feel the water flowing towards where we need to go.

                Holding onto the wall keeping us above the water I let the water take us to where we need to be. “You better hold on, you stupid.” I say to him as I feel him smirk on my back. Seeing the slight slant in the wall where we can get up. Pushing hard off of the crack’s wall I drag the both of us onto the island. Exhausted I lay Steven next to me. I fall to my knees and look at Steven to see him unconscious. My vision slowly starts to fade and I can tell time is passing by fast for me, as I’d wake up from my state of exhaustion every time water rushed over my face. Eventually one time I started hearing voices of the familiar. My mom, Stephanie and her mom are with Steven’s mother and some other people rushing over to us after hearing from a strange man “They’re over there!”

               

                Next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed. I looked next to my bedside to see my mom and Stephanie talking about something, not about something happy, I can feel it. “Is Steven ok?” I ask them with my eyes half open. “You’re so stupid!” Stephanie yells lightly shoving my arm. “Yeah I know.” I laugh softly turning my head in daze. I notice and feel the IV wiggle in my hand, it tickled a little. “Steven is ok, he won’t be able to fight for a while and you passed out from exhaustion. You swam for a mile.” My mom stated worried about me but I could hear a hint of feeling impressed. I smirked to that knowledge. “Feel better silly.” Stephanie says as she saw me passing out.

                We make fun of each other all the time calling each other names in the cute, I’m-a-seven-year-old-with-a-crush type of way. I saved Steven, I protected Stephanie. I felt like I had a productive day. Passing completely out with one singular thought, I’m never going back to the desert again, but it was a good time. 

The Art of Paying Attention: Folding Arms

As I will say time and time again, every action and every word has a reason behind it, even if the actor doesn't know about it.

An obvious and incredibly noticeable action, folding of the arms/ crossing arms. People tend to do this only in reaction to something or it is always sitting there. A person could have many reasons to want to cross their arms, self consciousnesses, fear, protection, power, ect.

When someone is feeling self conscious about their bodies they will tend to try to cover it up, someone who feels as if they are fat will almost always have their arms covering their stomach. They get a sense of "it doesn't exist if no can see it" mentality. It is partially derived from shame, but this can just in general happen, if a person is reminded of something that would make them feel self conscious they may have the common reaction to try and hide and cross their arms. (arms crossed over the stomach or chest, depend on self conscious area, and slouching)

Fear, oh so common for a pregnant woman.When a mother has the knowledge of being pregnant they will always no longer throw their hands in front of their face in fear of pain but to their stomach so the baby does not get hurt. It is a natural tenancy, this also shows in people who have injuries in the stomach it is fear of something more than another, so they cross their arms in front of them. (closed eyes and crossed arms close and tight, full bent over)

Protection, if someone has the sense of feeling of being small and pushed around by someone who is seemingly big, the small person wants to hide away and never be seen by the large statured person. You don't need to be expecting physical pain just the emotional impact of feeling small, and any form of hazing or bullying or just significance will cause them to cross their arms. (Arms crossed in between their stomach and chest, slightly bent over causing them to look up)

And now power, the sense of feeling powerful, reacting to an accomplishment or just feeling of having power, with money, strength, access, or popularity. A person mainly men will cross their arms and push out their chest showing that they are high and strong, it has been shown in all of our past that when your chest is pushed out, it is like making yourself bigger in turn making yourself look and feel stronger. (crossed arms over chest with head high and chest plate pushed out)

This is a very diverse and interesting reaction, as a whole we acknowledge this only as one action where there are very many variations of it and they all mean something completely different.

Oh and yes there are also physical conditions that you have to know about so you don't accidently assume something when it is really nothing. If someone is cold or in pain we all know they could easily want to cross their arms and bend. If this is the case all previous thoughts of crossing arms is completely gone.

Television Review: Sherlock Season 2

Spoiler Alert for Season 1


Finally after two years of waiting the fandom of Sherlock gets pleased with the next season. Three more episodes, woot! (P.S. Woot is an actual word in the English dictionary) Just now noticing how amazing Sherlock is by being able to show out an entire story in only three episodes. That is amazing. Just thought you should know :)

Well the three episodes that came out were, "A Scandal in Bohemia", "The Hound of Baskerville" and "The Reichenbach Fall." Each episode being absolutely brilliant in flavor and progress. Also now the new character of this season is, Irene Adler, the supposed weakness to Sherlock Holmes in the original series.

Starting off with "A Scandal in Bohemia" this one is memorable in the manner of seeing Sherlock only in a bed sheet walking into the Buckingham Palace. Him and Watson laughing completely at the matter as well as being confused. Sherlock and Watson get an "interesting" introduction to the deviant Irene Adler that convinces Sherlock to come and meet her and he is completely confused when seeing her unable to deduct anything. He is stunned and interested by the fact. The story goes on with Sherlock when they have to keep sensitive information away from others as well as solve a murder case by the river. Interesting. I like it for the lols. 9.5/10 

Next is "The Hound of Baskerville" it is a much more confusing episode, normally you could have assumptions as to what is going on and it is restricted down to only human deducting other humans not the unknown. He gets told by a frightened man that he has seen a devilish hound in an interesting suspense we for the first time see fear show through Sherlock and it is interesting to say the least. This is very different feeling from the other episodes but, it is still great. 8/10


"The Reichenbach Fall" And now with the next cliff hanger we hopefully won't have to wait for. This being an incredibly exciting episode where Moriarty shows himself again, but this time ruling the world, confusing Sherlock and the entire world starting to question "Is Sherlock really as smart as he says, or is he just a magic trick creating murders."
**SPOILER ALERT**
It all finally ends with Moriarty outsmarting Sherlock convincing him to admit to the world, that he is a fake and to jump off of a building killing himself. Before this he talks to a girl, Molly, earlier introduced as the girl who is very nervous lover of Sherlock. Working at the morgue, Sherlock asked for her help. Everyone is seeing the connection and saying that Sherlock is truly not dead but only ran away with Molly. This is the perfect episode. 10/10
**SPOILER END**

If you loved the last season, you will be obsessed with this one, and even if you somehow only moderately enjoyed the fist season you will fall in deep hopeless love over this. This is a must watch. As a non professional reviewer I say, watch it or you will suffer the consequences . Thank you, have a good day. :)

Television Reviews: Sherlock Season 1

Background

The BBC television show Sherlock, with the lead of Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) and John Watson (Martin Freeman). I initially watched the show not expecting much and maybe it seeming similar to the American Movie, Sherlock Holmes, but I was wrong. The show Sherlock severely outran the lengths of Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, is better, smarter, better planned, and follows the story of Sherlock Holmes from a completely new angle.

In the first season in 2009, it was a non-broadcasted show that over time created the most excited and large fandom I've seen in a long time. The first season of Sherlock brought down blew people away. It was introduced with Doctor John Watson sleeping in the current century. In his nightmare he had a dream of his experiences in Afghanistan which gave him a severe knee injury that made him need a cane everywhere he goes. Needing a place to live he runs into the sociopathic genius Sherlock Holmes, both of them looking for a flat mate. In the first moments of meeting Sherlock, John Watson was astonished and speechless, feeling tiny in the presence of Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock has built up the knowledge of a lifetime, created a system that works specifically for Sherlock that allows him to see every visible detail about a person, all in all, with Sherlock's fast moving mouth that runs with a smart ass tone that gives off a huge vibe of sarcastic British humor. It. Is. Brilliant.

Each episode in the short series of only four episodes the underlining storyline starts to appear into a huge cliff hanger that left people there for two years until the second season was released. The storyline of Moriarty that the names seems to be following Sherlock and Watson everywhere.

Setting

 The setting is in modern day London, following the stories of Sherlock Holmes, where quotes are remarkably close, the story is perfectly betrayed. Watson is recording everything on a blog and so is Sherlock, but it is so complex and confusing that next to no one really cares. Sherlock lives in the classic apartment of 412 Baker Street with John and Mrs. Hudson. He takes on the job as a consultant detective, Sherlock takes on cases from people who come in asking for help, or cases from the London Police that they can't solve. As the blog grows so does the audience for who asks for the help of the great Sherlock Holmes.

Episodes

As you talk to people who have seen the show they all will agree that "A Study in Pink" and "The Great Game" are amazing episodes and "The Blind Banker" was relatively boring. "A Study in Pink" was vaguely based off of the story A Study in Scarlet. It was all based off of the first case that had arisen in the series that appeared through the episode. It was exciting and pushed the story forward between Sherlock and Watson, proving how greatly they want and need to work together. 8.5/10

In the next episode, "The Blind Banker" it was awkward. The story didn't feel like it fit well at all, I couldn't follow nearly anything that was happening because of how it was drawn out. Finally we reached the end of the episode barely being able to remember how it happened they mention the name Moriarty and then you jump up in the excitement that something finally made sense. 4/10

Finally in the grand finally of the season that is the absolute best of the season, "The Great Game". An episode where finally Moriarty is revealed to be a genius mastermind, a consultant criminal to perfectly counteract Sherlock, the consultant detective. Moriarty has devised a multi-layered puzzled for Sherlock to solve in order to save the lives of others. Finally the episode ends with the greatest cliff hanger ever seen. 9/10

Finale

I have very little to say now that we are at the end, except this is a must watch. If you don't believe me or feel uninterested then please "waste" 30 minutes of your life so that I can be proven right because within those thirty minutes I guarantee you that you will be hooked and feel compelled to finish the episode and then the series. Good luck to all... Remain sarcastic and snarky -SH

Visitation: Seattle, Washington

Land resting easily along the coast, surrounded by evergreen foresting and with a scenic view of Mount Rainier, the volcano is dormant at least though so it possesses no danger, just beauty. As I did you can hike or even scale the clean smelling evergreen forest, gently fading to a cleat white snowy mountainous paths. Once getting to the top wind is so strong and cold it could knock you back. You can climb into the volcano itself and take a nice leisurely break from all the trouble it took to get there.

Leading away from the mountain and along the clean black paved roads that they all either seem like they are perfectly new or a dirt pass that makes you feel like you are in the country side. Some roads are amazing because of how the trees form around almost as if the cave was overgrown with evergreens. That.. is amazing thing to drive through.

When you visit the city, you can always feel a breeze running through your hair and slipping through the large glass towers. Always having a moderate temperature until winter attacks with storms of snow. Seattle drives people away with its cloudy days and rainy days. Me? It keeps me around, the rainfall fells amazing when it hits your skin and when I see the sun, I appreciate it that much more.

Walking the streets even in a city you can find the trees finding a nice small habitat for them. I can't ever get over how clean it is. Ever. The streets are safe but as soon as you come across one neighborhood you feel terror in comparison from leisure to the slums, such a drastic change that you'd expect the utopia to never have. I've never even really been into those neighborhoods, I figure they will have roads like that in every large city because of how unavoidable it is, but even in the slums there, they don't seem so horrible compared to other places I've seen. There is less light giving an uncomfortable feeling at night as if someone is always watching you. The apartment buildings are stacked high and close to each other covered in different types of muck. I couldn't see for very long because we were in a car on our way to the shore, but that is what I saw.

When I got to the shore that, that is clean. The sand gently touching the shore. So soft and gently running through my toes, the soft air the ocean breathed on my face that smelt of sea salt. The ocean there is cool and nice. Walking up shore you could run into wild life of jelly fish sadly washed up to shore, as soon as you see it, you are standing next to it and your heart drops in fear that you'll accidentally touch it. After seeing all of the shells and shore creatures you come up to the magnificent pier that grew so large.

Climbing up the gentle sand hill to the deck of the pier you look for miles in bright lights and the large numbers of sails covering the horizon and leaving little space for any other boat along the pier. The whiteness of the boats with each individual design that went from simple colored lines to a complex drawing on the side. It was brilliant.

Passing the pier onto the boardwalk the multitude of  restaurants and stores came into view, again seeing the cleanly paved white sidewalks walking store to store, smelling the smell of newly bought clothes and fresh seafood, I couldn't help but pas by the PacSun and Urban Outfitters to eat at the Sushi and Steak House. It was an idea that was lead by two men, one Japanese and the other American. They joined together to make the multi-ethnic restaurant. My family runs for their delicious steak burgers and I chow down on the greatest flavor of freshly snatched seafood platter of sushi. Organized and decorated to perfection. The flavor is indescribable, but I could easily live off of sushi alone because of how delicious it is to me.

You can go around and through the impacting artistic city with art and "graffiti" nicely placed throughout the city making everything resonate and truly makes the city more colorful. The people there are mixed in race never being stuck in white country you can go around corner to corner seeing different street performers playing their instruments of all kinds and dancing to the beats that can attract crowds.

I always have to visit some of the local venues. I never go to the same ones, I go coffee shop to coffee shop looking for information about performances around or even at the shop itself. Every single once has a nice tint that reminds me of an instagram camera. The smell and taste of coffee makes me rip my wallet out of my packet to take in some of the best coffee in America. The great Seattle Coffee. "Ahhhh" I can never get enough of it.

When I finish with my coffees the one time I went to the Seattle Space Needle. The tower amazed me and put me in irreversable awe. It's not for the fact that there are restaurants and stores high in the sky sitting on top of glass. The glass that glistens with a gentle reflection but almost nearly perfectly clean to look through. They used to have rooms up there that could be rented to sleep in the skies... During the night the view could bring tears to my eyes. Looking out from high looking like you could be in a unmoving midair plane. All the little lights shining from under me like closely dense stars. The movements from cars and all the people in their party-filled nights. The view was beautiful and that... treats my dream of seeing the world from the skies. Seeing everything... next to nothing blocking the view. Amazing.

The Human Language: "Fine"

Remember back in your history you used to hear adults say to you, "It's going to be ok." Did you ever believe them? Where they ever right? Have you ever asked some if they were ok and they respond with a measly "Fine." I have seen it very few times where someone was ok. Fine just seems like it's a lie word to me. The  only time I've ever really seen it being used truthfully is when a guy tells a girl, "Damn, yo fine gurrrrrrllllllll" but do you ever really hear that anymore or do you even want to hear it?

Going back to when you were a little kid and your parents said "Everything is going to be fine." You knew that they weren't telling the truth most of the time. You felt that lie and you looked at it dead in the eye. That fact has not changed. The way everyone uses that word has engraved in our lives that the word is not one to trust. It's used to ultimately tell a lie. Though a lot of times a lie is a good thing that is intentionally used to benefit you or protect you, but everyone wants the truth.

Remembering back in my life as a child I remember that exact quote. I questioned my mom about the two guys at the park arguing, "What's wrong?" and only got one response with a worried face, "Everything is going to be ok..." I knew it was a lie because when I got a surge of fear expecting something to go wrong and everything did. Two guys got into a fight and we had to leave the park because someone called the police and my parents didn't want to see everything.

Now the bane of my existance, the ultimate reason I hate the word "Fine" is because I care about people and always want to help others and then that is the response I get, "Fine." That time where you can look into someone's eyes and they say that word, you know they lied to you, you heard that lie scream in your ear. A lot of people let that notion pass over their head as if it were the truth. Because almost everyone has grown up with the notion of "Everything is going to be fine" we all ahave that dialoge in our head that teaches us the it is not the truth.

I let everyone I know how I feel about the word fine. How they use it, how they just got caught in a lie. They always look away and relize I was right. Fine may be a lie meant for the listener, or the speaker. I wish that word was never built upon us that way. Though, I also do like it, cause it gives me that chance to show other's what I have noticed, allow them all to get the chance to speak the truth, and so they all can learn to help as well. Help by catching that one lie. "I'm fine"

-shrug-

This is Ridiculous: The Penny

I find there to be a lot of ridiculous thing that we still keep around and I lose sight of what is important because I am baffled at what I see there sitting in front of me and how useless some things are, why we keep them around and what is the purpose anymore. Today that thing is the penny.

Starting up on a little bit of history.

In 1792 the United Stated came out with the half-cent, one cent coin, the quarter, dime and nickel (at the time it was called the half-dime). A reason why I don't understand why the penny hasn't disappeared or at least stopped getting made is that there used to be a half cent. The half cent was a coin that eventually around the late 1800's got "killed" for being worth to little, but back then that half-cent had more power to buy stuff than our dime does today. I believe all the way up the pennies, nickles and dimes should be gone, but I am going to simply just start with pennies.

Over time the amount of pennies actually being made out of 100% Copper dropped down to zero as the cost of Copper increased and caused the production of the penny cost to much so now its only 5% of the actual penny. Then when that happened people started melting down their old pennies into raw copper to be made into something useful and sold. That worked until the government for some reason saw that the expulsion of the undervalued pennies got on their nerves and made it illegal to destroy any US Coinage...

The number of excuses I have seen and understood why no one wants to get rid of pennies is because of:

1. It's unpatriotic
2. The amount of charitable donations will decrease
3. You need them for exact change
4. That they will make prices rise

Ok well to be honest there is not that much to be patriotic with the penny. In has Abe Lincoln on that but as we all should know he has already taken the spot for the five dollar bill. If we lost the penny we wouldn't be losing our patriotic memory to the penny being killed. Then if you have ever known anyone in the US Military that was over seas. If they came back and ever complained about pennies is because the US Military got rid of the penny because its lack of value and ability to easily be lost. Simply they rounded everything up to the next five cent and the ultimately patriotic soldiers got rid of the penny. Patriotism is not found in coinage. Proof. 

People fear that the amount of donations will go down from all of those boxes in front of cash registers that has a child's face that you can't help but resist putting pennies in there for them. Well in all honesty other countries have gotten rid of the penny. Australia a good example a well off economy, they got rid of their penny and simply as well rounded up to the next five cent, and donations did not decrease. 

The fact that people have said that we need exact change is stupid. If the penny were to be destroyed the obviousness of matter is that what is considered exact change will change by rounding up to the next five cent just like everyone else has done. 

Finally the thing that makes me the most confused as to why people say the things they do. People are afraid that prices will rise... I can't shake my head anymore with out it falling off with that statement, because the fact of the matter is that the penny is a strain on the economy. No, not enough to solve all of the issues that exist but at least we would remove one of the many anchors. 

The penny is simply to expensive to keep around. The government spends 2.5 cents per penny every year to make four million of them. That huge waste of money and the desire to kill government officials is massively overwhelming. They want to help the economy? Then I think they should stop arguing about what to add to help the economy then I think they're doing it all wrong. There are billions and maybe trillions of dead weight that exists in all of the laws and pennies we have stacked up, but that is not for now. 

The penny is virtually useless. You can't use simply just pennies to buy anything because of the value and no machine accepts it. Vending machines, laundry machines, toll booths, parking meters, nothing will take the pennies away from you except for Coinstar. All it does is it takes all of the pennies you have stored up in your jar and turns it into something that you can actually use. It is supporting pennies to stay but also supporting the fact that they are useless and if you are one of those inconsiderates in line that take time in your purse or pocket to count then you truly have no emotion. 

All in all the penny is useless because they can't do their job as something to be used to buy things, they cause a weight added onto our economy and they are simply a waste of time and money. I want to see the penny gone and I want to see it go away peacefully. If you collect pennies, you should be happy. Now they're collectors. Be gone of the penny. 

Background: My Write Time

Nearly every day I walk into my house. The place of living for me and my family, all of it being completely run by my egotistical father. He feels as if he has the power and right to tell all of us to be how we should be, and we all resist even my mom. If my dad is home by the time I reach the front door I take a straight trip up to my room without a word except maybe a "Hi!" when I walk through the door just so they acknowledge my presence. If my dad isn't home I will have a drink and a nice chat with my mom. We appreciate each other and get along very well, but when that is done with I take up on a short walk to my room.

As I step along the hard dark wooden and nicely polished floor, I think about how I never feel the wood against my bare feet unless I'm really hungry or need to ask something of my family and that is the only time I ever get to feel that floor. Wow, I'm really detached... all because I don't want to spend time with my father.

When I walk and touch the staircase I could sigh in relief for the familiarity of my own house coming back to me. Now I can move a little faster. At the top of my staircase lit by the lights coming from oh-so-sweet-nature. Oh how I love sitting at the top of my steps with my large dark haired dog. I guess you could say we resemble each other. I think he's the only one in my family that I knows that I like to sit there, because of that I always like to give him a hello when I walk past him to my room down the long shaded white hallway.

When I walk into my room, I have to immediately shut the door behind me... I hate feeling watched. When I leave that door open I get that feeling, that I am being watched. Though sometimes on good shinny days I'll leave it open so my dog can take a trip to say hi to me, though I live in the great-ol'- Pennsylvania weather. We get no shinny days. Moving here from Columbia, South Carolina, that is such a change. When I finally get that door shut I feel a sense of content. I'm happy in my room. I feel at home. I don't in any other part of the house. Once I leave my room, I'm in a stranger's house.

Now that I am home, I must begin my routine. Shuffling my way over my guitar and maybe some flannels I leave on the floor from getting dressed in the morning. I feel like I am following all of the bright red, white and charcoal stripes on my wall... There. I got the lamp on, and I smirked at dim lights. I only like three types of lights, dim light, natural light, or no light at all.

I take a short peak out of my black blinds to see the world outside of my home. Is it nice enough of a day to open my blinds...? Nope. I shut my blinds because of the dreary weather. I don't like looking out to the weather that keeps me inside.

I turn back around and see my guitar laying down on the floor of my room, inside of its black solid casing and the dark reds and blacks that match my walls. I love my guitar, because it is my guitar, bought with my money and always been through my performances and with play outs with my friends. I pick my guitar up and start playing music as I go with no specific direction. It's how I play sing and strumming my heart out.

When I'm done I move on. I move a short distance so I lay on my bed taking deep breathes and massaging my hands because I play until I can't ever stop, always. Closing my eyes and listening to the background music I put on my stereo system. I love it, I have a speaker on each side of my bed, the black clean speakers shout out at me with the sounds I love. They rest on my bookshelves that are mainly filled with limited books on psychology, music and the occasional novel. I don't think I care to read that much as I look at my limited supply.

When I look at my bookshelves I see more music than anything, with a series of guitar accessories, piles of iTunes cards and some small percussion instruments. It’s a lot of who I am... Music, my living soul in lyrics and sound that I create.

Now that I am fully rested I go over to my art table to touch up on some art, I never spend much more than a half hour with my drawings, I'm not nearly as dedicated but I do still like it. I love where my art table is though. I planned out my room so that the table would catch the gleaming eyes of the sun for great lighting, but then again, I don't spend much time there so I move onto my computer. I will use my computer next to anywhere in my room, sitting on the art table, or on top of the chest-of-drawers, or on my bed so I can rest, or on the floor for a hard relaxing time. I am weird like that sometimes, just like the giant furry buffalo hat that I will wear from time to time.

Today, I carry my laptop to the floor with me, it’s a floor day. I want to run my fingers through the soft carpeting again. When looking around on, YouTube, Facebook, Blogger, and Tumblr... It’s my own routine of look at all my favorite stuff and all. I will chuckle through separate videos and posts I see through my day and get touched to by inspirational writings, pictures and songs. I do this all up until I get phone calls and texts from my girlfriends and friends. I rest that way on my bed until I sleep.

I always look to my left when I sleep, I have to face the clock and away from the fan. If that soft breeze glides over my face I will go insane and will never get my nightly rest. If I can't sleep I think of a place that makes me happy. That place is a secret place. That place doesn't even exist yet, but it will.

This is Ridiculous: 2012

The year has now appeared on our everyday calender. The hype and fear of the "end of the world" is coming to an end. People believed that because of the Mayan "prediction" to the end of the world is coming by soon. I quote prediction because the Mayan's have never even predicted that the world would even end. Everyone now is giving the similar jokes to:

1. They just ran out of giant rocks!!
2. They just ran out of room on the giant earth tombstone..
3. The big rock sale ended.
4. ..They ran out of room?
5. ........They died

I don't completely even know why. Why does everyone have to talk about them running out of room on the big rock? Can't they make an even remarkably humorous joke? Why can't they make a joke like I dunno, it was the end of their calender. So doesn't that mean every time your Edward Cullen calender runs out, the end of the world is upon us.

All to say, the Mayan's never said that the world was going to end... MTV did.

I think that it is safe to say that no one that no one even cares or believes it anymore. There were scientists that said there was going to be a meteor but, the meteor is nowhere in sight, it would currently be visible by using a simple telescope pointed to the sky, but there is nothing impeding our existence at the moment. No one is killing themselves anymore, not even the nutjob hippies or the sarcastic agnostics.

Through the media and everyone that cares has been beginning to tell everyone since the year has come by, that no one cares anymore. It is a myth that is only that. A myth. The world has gained back its sanity, people have some to their senses and we no longer have a low supply of bread.

The Art of Paying Attention: Eyes

When looking into someone's eyes, you see the exterior structure. You see the color, the white, the pupil, eyelashes, and the shaded skin around it. Sometimes people will have beliefs of the eyes where its considered looking into someone's soul or seeing into their mind. Cultures, religious beliefs all talk about it, and then there is an actual scientific aspect where scientists call it a dream window. If you look into a persons eyes, you can see visual representations of a persons thoughts or imaginations.

I try to pay attention all the time, and notice things others don't. Today I noticed. People's eyes and what they tell about a person. The color of the eyes, it tells possible ethnicity, vision impairment, amount of sleep and well being of the skin, eye condition (if irritated, inflamed, or relaxed), possible severe medical condition, and most importantly it shows a great deal of people's emotion and how they feel but only at the current moment. And then there are often cases that people notice that their eyes lead there motion and the are eye gestures that are noticeable.

With the ethnicity you can tell by their eye color but it only simply narrows it down a little. If they are blue you have a possible chance of having a European descendant, brown eyes are shown all over the world, Gray eyes are mainly found in the Middle East, and green is common again among Europeans mainly closer to the north.

By looking at the eyes you can tell if someone has a vision impairment. By seeing the light dimming color/white color of the iris it shows that someone may have a vision impairment, if there's a thick large pupil or black around the iris a type of blindness could be there. And you can tell the amount of sleep and well being of skin, by looking at the skin around the eyes by having bags, redness of the eye indicates irritation from them being dry from sleep. Along with the irritation and inflamed idea it could be from rubbing their own eyes from outside sources to be able to expel it.

Nearly done, a person could have a medical problem shown through their eyes. A common virus everyone knows about is pink eye. it is really highly infectious and spreads from any form of physical contact. There is a semi-commonly known fact that when the liver fails the white part of your eyes turn yellow, but there is also more to it. The yellowing can also be caused by in a newborn infant, newborn jaundice, which is relatively common, but in children and adults if the eyes turn yellow it is possible of a liver disease, or there is obstruction to the gallbladder or the pancreas. Also in severe cases blood can come out of eyes and can mean you have a long list of things like but not limited to:

• Subconjuctival Hemorrage 
• Hyphema 
• Cancer in the eye
• Blunt trauma
• Penetrating Trauma
• Iritis

In my favorite part of examination of people themselves through there eyes, though this can't be used by itself most of the time because it is only one piece to a larger mosaic and the face and the face is even a mosaic of the body. The eyes are noticeably one of the most expressive parts of the body as a single piece. Though if removal of the idea of eyebrows the eyes could be pretty difficult to read, but I will include them along with skin around the eyes. As a little side note most nearly everything before this was not the most reliable thing, but in this, this is a science where most people of science use this as the reason for being able to see people's thoughts through the eyes. 

When looking into the eyes you can see how a person feels about you and others through the muscles surrounding the eye, eyes gestures and how people use them to work. I will be writing about this in specific later in another blog entry because it is so large it could fill a book and has before. Though I must say that in order to learn this difficult concept you will have to overlay all previous knowledge you though you had because of misconceptions like:

• When you as a person a question where you feel suspicious of them. You will look for that small gesture to see if they are lying and a lot of people will quickly look to the eyes for two major what people say are "give away's". 
• After asking the question and the person breaks visual contact to look down and slightly to the side people will instantly smirk or frown at it because they think they saw them lie, but this is not true. This action is the person looking back in their own memory to find specifics on the memory or the memory itself. People had wrongly assumed this and made it a misconception because respect flows from looking into one another's eyes in our specific culture and if it was broken it would be considered a sign of mistrust and unfortunately it spread into nearly everyone's mind as a misconception. 
• Another one is simply through the conversation of the questions and answers that they never look at you in the eyes or at all. It may not be them keeping a secret it could be them feeling numbers of emotions because of you asking the questions. They could feel un-trusted themselves which makes people turn a cheek, they could feel assaulted and a passive person will show their face to the floor, there are many other cases, yes it is a possible one but it is most definitely not the only one. 

I personally love this idea of paying attention to things other people don't notice and putting pieces together to learn things about people just by looking at them. With the eyes there are so many things. Wrinkles that could mean they frequently smile, or cry. A flick of the eyelid could show shock. It is amazing and heart pounding to know and put into practice. 

I greatly admire the scientists that have discovered a literal science to it all. The ones that broke down the face, made deductions of people and understand how they work to understand an individual person. They are the brilliance I hope can take a hold of the twenty first century in the new science they have built and are studying. 

I sadly cannot source any of the information I know from any specific location because of the build up of things that I have read from multiple places from months to years ago. I do have one name in mind I can always give credit to in the understanding of the face and his name is, Paul Ekman. 

Paul Ekman I find to be the most interesting boring person I can think of. Someone who sits in a slow understanding life, and the interesting part is the understanding. This is my own personal study that I take interest in and love talking and writing about.