a human boy, just say the name

its to hard to write something with someone watching, i feel like my process should be something special, when its really not.i dont wanna feel like im trying to or not trying to impress someone, so i scraped it. its weird to edit erase and create with breath near your shoulder, when your used to doing it with barely the moon to keep you company.

school started, its weird to say that. It was just snow, but it got me out of school for a few days. as in this is my first day of school since monday.i saw never ending story today with the people who shout jello, It's a great movie, i wonder what other people think of when they watch movies like that,i instantly related myself to the boy, maybe everyone does that, maybe not. i sometimes wish i had people telling me to get my head out of the clouds, that would mean im at least dreaming.and you cant achieve to much without at least day dreaming of it, The bird doesnt simply fall out of the nest and begin to fly, he see's his mother fly off everyday. So swift and graceful is his mother, children and adults alike look up in marvling jelousy at the birds flight.He hopes and dreams to one day be able to fly out of his nest, and streth his own wings on the shy blue sky.

its really quite beautiful to think, To think we're all involved in a grand, never ending story. That we are somehow the unlikely hero in some universe all our own, but completely foreign. To be needed and hoped upon, Believed in to do things great enough to be written down by the sages of time, on their tablets of eternity.This might be looking a bit far into things, over dramatic.But regardless of whether or not that is the case, lame graphics and effects aside. It was a wonderfull movie. one that i wish i would have watched when i was younger, but i turned out ok regardless.

thank your for showing me the movie and the band

down to puget sound
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waiting for a train, to the astro planes

undoubtedly there must a snow blog. As everyone else has so gripingly stated;"There is over fourteen inches of snow". Yes, most of us,myself included, have been stuck in our house,for the most part. The snow fell monday night, and hasnt yet to decided to leave. Thanks to this clingy snow, We have had a one day school week. Everyone is complaining about "cabin fever", and not seeing their friends, and being so bored. This may be the case for some people,But it sort of confuses me. There is a world of snow outside to be played in, Forts to build, angels to fan out, Balls to throw, hills to sled, Adventures to be had. So why in the world do people keep complaining? Everyone all year ask for snow, Here it is. Even if your not an outdoor person, like myself. It gives me the perfect excuse to sit inside all day and do nothing but play guitar and read. Listen to music while you just watch the snow.

it pulls us from the Constant and never ceasing momentum, Of everyday life, just long enough to lets us reflect, and think on ya know life? To enjoy the songs we dont often enjoy, because were to busy picking songs; To hear the thoughts that constantly are rolling in the back of our minds,but are drowned out by the deafning white noise of life. Way to often tho, people cant see that, and they go Mad when the noise they've learned to live and sleep with stops. The rickety vent that lulls you to sleep suddenly stops, and the quiet is more disturbing then the noise. People tend to foccus to often on the negative

Just a little bit of a different perspective to think about, not to hate on anyone. im talking to myself more then anyone...literally


-Growing fond of bob dylan
ian S