Great writers

I am all alone and I am just thinking. Just me and my dog and my rants can go on forever. My wife will not get to me, nor will she be able to discover my route to sensability.
Real writers:
You may think that they are found on the newspaper you buy, or behind the scenes of the new movie you just watched. You are also wrong. A real writer does not write for a living, which is why millions of real writers are found on this website. I do not consider myself a real writer, just a writer with a real personality. Not a paid celebrity in an opinion column that only gets glanced over. At some point in time the writers who earn a paycheck by punching keys were real writers, but they they converted to a machine. A machine that does nothing more than write what is in front of them. By the time they are given the chance to write something real on paper or a blog, it comes out in machine format. Many key points but nothing of great interest because the writer has spent all day writing and there stories are no longer interesting. I have a friend like this, a great writer, but never in the sense that he should be. He writes for battle star galactica....I know, I know, he writes for a famous television show and the content put out is very interesting in every form. Well this still does not make him a great writer by any means. He could write the best play, but never would he be considered a great writer for this. A great writer writes books, for fun, then has them posted on every wall after their death. This is a great writer, and someday, some day along the way, I hope to join them.

motorcycle accient

Riding a motorcycle can be a fun and enjoyable trip. Today I met a girl who has been riding for twelve years and can speed past 130 mph in a quarter mile. I was given the opportunity to stand in her observation box next to the track and watch her times. She simply blew away the competition and left nothing for anyone else to pick up.
Riding a motorcycle can also be dangerous as most of the general public knows. While sitting on a bike, you feel free and often forget to see the speedometer pegging out in front of you. I have had this experience many times running down a long stretch of highway thinking I was doing 75 when I looked down and saw that I was doing 90. Riding a motorcycle is a fun experience, except when you lay your bike down. According to most of my friends who ride, there are two types of riders: those who have crashed, and those who are going to. I am in the first class, as of today.It's a scary feeling when you wrech your bike, but never the less it is scary.
I'll be a little more careful next time.

midlife crisis

Wow, What a day. I have been focused on engineering for the past year. I was in an engineering unit during my first deployment to Iraq. I wanted to be an engineer so bad, but here I am letting my feelings go. I *sigh* have finally given up on this quest to become an electrical engineer and search for something a little more practical. I know this has been what I have wanted for so long, but I cannot do the math any longer. I am in Trigonometry and struggling to understand my professor. I should have realized this in my last math class when the professor was trying to relay different graphs to the class. Now I am taking a thought at trying different looks at my degree, possibly accounting, maybe human resources. I do not know, I just need a path that will help me get a good paying job. I will call this my midlife crisis, shit, it's here at 25

You did your time

Right now I am listening to afterlife by avenged sevenfold. I have had a great day so far and my night is getting better. I sit here getting drunk typing on a medium that allows me to think without reason or letting myself get to far. When I say to far I mean that I don't express my face or any net that may cover my head during some sort of conversation with the people I am trying to reach. My good buddie came home from Iraq today and it has been a great day for him as well. Hearing of what he has gone through breaks my heart. I used to be a soldier in the army, in the same unit as him, and hearing of his hard work for almost nothing is one tough cookie. My youtube account would probably portray me as weak because of my expression or my lack of introduction that I give. On here you don't see that, and I am happy about that. I am not saying that youtube is a thing of the past for me, I am just saying that letting myself go on a blog is easier. People can be as particular as they want and I will never see their face. Thank god for our soldiers no matter how fucked up our president is. Thank god we live in a nation that affords us the opportunity to thank our soldiers, and not watch them patrol our streets shooting at us. Think about that the next time you have a bad day. Chances are your life is way better than the life saddam gave his people.....In the words of my co-worker MO' FUCKER!

Jungle Fever

This feeling inside me, it must be let out. Whether it's pain or it's doubt, it's got to be let out. I've been sitting and thinking of the words to say, only to find myself typing another essay. This time it's math, the class I resent. I cannot find a way to relate, so on here I will debate. I write in poem form, sitting in my bathroom bored. I took a quiz today, and now it's past, only this time I do not think I passed. I watched the teacher make some X's, I watched him make some O's but in the end I rose, from my seat to the door to go home and think about it more. I got pist, I got mad, but I didn't let it get me sad. Tomorrow is another day, I think some more, but never forget this day anore. I make up words, like the last one you read, only they don't fit in, they are just said. Thanks for reading, I will say goodnight, I have jungle fever, and it's pretty tight.

it's in the can you drink

America was built on integrity hard work and the american dream. Somewhere along the line, we assumed the role of accepting every countries rejects who wanted a better life in our country. Not paying our taxes, taking our jobs, and slowing our economy. We have enough to worry about, now President Bush has added to our worries and we are set for disaster. I sometimes wonder if he is trying to top Nixon in a quest for the worst president of all time. Recently, an American icon which stood for everything we know, superbowls, parties, and sports was bought out by a foriegn countries money. I am talking about budweiser, and I am talking about our economy being so shitty that companies from overseas can buy our companies out, while our other companies move over to cheap labor countries. What have we done wrong? What kind of plan could we come up with. Well lets start with January 19th 2009. Now I know all of my english classes tell me to never put a date within my context because they are outdated after the cited date. Well tough shit. Miller has been bought out, Coors has been bought out, and now budweiser. Jobs are at stake here and I cannot think of a better way to watch our country get fucked over.
In the end it's all gravy, because I cannot do shit. As for bush, this war, killing people overseas to stop them from coming here, well they have just entered: IT'S IN THE CAN YOU DRINK!