Beyond the Curtian.

Below it, there is nothing.

Beyond it are only thoughts.

An idea.

There are people beyond that curtian.

They will catch you when you fall through,

when you pull it out from under you.

Nobody will catch you,

Nobody is there.

Everybody you think is there,

is watching you fall,

into your own pit.

Not knowing what's beneath you,

good or bad,

you grab the ragged walls,

and hoist yourself back,

to the surface,

to what is known,

back to what you have.

When, in reality,

the hole is a new beginning,

another place, another time.

But you will wonder,

time after time,

if there are people at the bottom,

waiting for you.

You know, however,

that you couldn't go back,

back to the top,

to what you had.

All that is stopping you,

is hindsight,

that hasn't yet been known.

Because you know,

"You don't know what you've got,

'till it's gone."

Their World is On Fire.

You know them. They hardly say positive things. They always have something to cry about. I've become close with a few people of this type....and it just baffles me. What am I supposed to do with them? They think everything I say is an attack, and that I have no idea what they're going through. Well, I do, and damn it, I want to help you. I can't help you if you always talk in the third person and cry your eyes out everytime you go to sleep. You can make it better, but all I can do is help. The happiness is inside you, and it's up to YOU to bring it out. All I can do is give you a rough idea of where it is.

Human Networking.

My social life. My social life is very miniscule, at best, for reasons I've created. For starters, I'm a jerk to people who I deem ignorant. The girls that talk in their high pitched voices, wearing three pounds of makeup and constantly rebutting with the simple and uneffective "Shut up!" Some of these people, I've noticed, seem to TRY to be stupid. It baffles me. They laugh at their careless mistakes and at their general misfourtune. Sometimes it makes me wonder if these people are actually who they claim to be. Logan Lightsey, who I've immortialized in words above, could easily be a robot, seeing herself, and relating to the people that are laughing AT her. Either this, or she's adopted an amazingly low standard for self-esteem.
Things like this happen with a great many of the people I meet. I find a problem, and decide I cannot spend my time with that person based simply on that problem. I have few friends, I will say. I have about four people that I can talk to, but three of them are lucky to see me twice a month, because they go to different schools and have various things to do thatt don't involve me. I only have one person that I can consult with. I don't become mortal enemies with EVERYONE, just most of the people that I spend my time with. I KNOW lots of people, but usually never spend very much time with them, just because it would be a new thing, and I would have no particualr desire to do so anyway. For example; my baseball team. I doubt I would talk to any of them in real life situations because of all the differences we have, including not having classes together, not being in the same clique, etc.ut we have a common interest that brings us all together: baseball. We have practices, games, team outings, and at all these events, we talk to each other. We chat about school, games, girls and anything else we can find common ground in.
So basically, if you're forced into a group, it will probably not work out too well. No common interests, different levels of desire, etc. But, if you get together to do something that you'd enjoy, it'd be great, because you'd already have things in common. You have to do quite a bit less socializing to wring thoughts and ideas out of somebody. You start with what you know, and then you start to break new ground, and discover what you can get away with before the person starts secretly mocking you and thinking you're a robot.

The Man, His Machine.

Volvo 240. A car for the man professor. A car for the man with a lot of shit to carry. A man who cannot afford things that go zoom, that cannot afford a car that will boost his sex appeal. The car, for a man...


....who can't drive yet.


Not that one, but there is a Volvo station wagon in my driveway, waiting to drive 500,000 miles to the ends of the Earth. Waiting to resist a 55 mph imact with a concrete wall, and drive away. Yes folks, it will someday be mine. All 114 hp. Rawr. Somebody needs to call Niels Wetzel, cause I'M in town. His '71 Porsche 914 is about to get told. Just like Harrison Ford in American Graffiti. Except I hope I don't wreck and have my girlfriend get pissed at me. Unlike Mr. Ford, though, My Volvo will drive away, and we will get our revenge in the long run...

In the beginning.

My geometry teacher always says "Blogs. Everyone's writing; nobody's reading. Well, quite hinestly, I don't give a damn if anyone reads this. This is going to be a self serving outlet for my brain, and will be similar to that of an aquarium. You can see inside the water, see where the fishes and sharks live and how they go about every thing. Nobody HAS to go to an aquarium, but they're there. And there isn't glass so that you can view every part opf the underwater wilderness. There are TONS of things that you can't see, and that's how this is going to be. All the best, most colorful fish are going to be put into the tank. You won't see shark attacks, drownings or other things of the like. I'll keep the best bits for my significant others.


BUT, don't let me discourage you from reading. I enjoy writing, and without readers, it might as well not been said! I'll type it out, so the masses can see what I can do at a crowded desk with a dilapidated Mac. This may just be words, but what's writing if it's mostly pictures? Depending on the ratio, it could be an illustrated classic, or a comic book. Anyway, I'll dress it it up when I have to, but I'll try to do my best with a keyboard.