it's only me and i walk alone.

I walk alone. I walk alone. I'm stranded. I have no cell phone service and even if I did, I have no one to call. I walk alone. I walk alone. There's not a soul in sight. Not even a soul-less person. I walk alone. I walk alone. A tumble weed scratches the asphalt as it makes its journey across the lifeless street. I walk alone. I walk alone. All of the shops are empty. Windows cracked. A sad song by an artist I can not name mumbles out of an abandoned radio. I walk alone. I walk alone. The wind is a bitter symphony, a constant reminder of those who never had faith in me. Those who wanted to hold me back. Congratulations. You won. I walk alone. I walk alone. The clouds become swollen and black. Rain pours. Lightning crashes, illuminating the skeletons of old, worn down cars no one loves anymore. I walk alone. I walk alone. My heart grows heavy with the burden of regret. All those times I should have told them I loved them and never did. I walk alone. I walk alone. My mind is filled with the memories of all those I judged too quickly. We could have been friends. Best friends. I walk alone. I walk alone. My clothes are worn out. Beyond repair. I wish I could go back and make things right.

I walk alone. 

I walk alone.

dude, did you hear? I'm thinking about you.

So I'm sitting at work and I just cannot stop thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like a heart thinks about veins. Like a surgeon thinks about brains. Like a gangster thinks about chains. I'm thinking about you like a player thinks about who's in the stands. Like girls think about boy bands. Like a hand thinks about holding another hand. I'm thinking about you like Ms. Dalton thinks about pottery. Like a gambler thinks about winning the lottery. Seriously. I'm thinking about you like i'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like a bride thinks about saying, "I do". Like hair thinks about shampoo. I'm thinking about you like Ke$ha thinks about waking up feeling like P. Diddy. Like boys think about girls that are pretty. I'm thinking about you like a bandit thinks about a catchy nickname. Like a picture thinks about a frame. Like Lady Gaga thinks about the LoveGame. For real. You're the best. Which is why I'm thinking about you like a hippy thinks about a good protest. Like a knight thinks about his quest. Oh shoot, I'm thinking about you like my boss thinks about letting me go. Or was that Sean Kingston? Either way, I'm always thinking about y-o-u.

direct orders

You are under direct orders to rock out.

Rock out like you just found that CD you've been searching for.
Rock out like you just got a 4.0.
Rock out like have the best dance moves in the world.
Rock out like you're a zebra that just escaped from the zoo.
Rock out like that cop didn't give you a ticket.
Rock out like no one's watching.
Rock out like you're on wheel of fortune.
Rock out like it's your birthday.
Rock out like you're dying, because you are.
Rock out like you've never rocked out before.
Rock out like you just got a new pair of shoes.
Rock out like you were the first person a child ever smiled at.
Rock out like it's the last time you'll hear music.
Rock out like it's a beautiful day and you've got your sunroof open, your sunglasses on, and your best friend by your side.
Rock out like you just found out you are indeed, the fairest of them all.
Rock out like you just got acquitted.
Rock out like you just married your best friend.
Rock out like you're a child starving during the Great Depression and your father was able to trade shoes for food.
Rock out like it's all you have.
Rock out like those things she said didn't bother you.
Rock out like you are an orphaned child that just found a loving home.
Rock out like everyone in the world treated others like they'd like to be treated.
Rock out like everything is going exactly perfect, because it never will.
Rock out like the world is yours.
Rock out like you're not too cool, because you aren't.
Rock out like everyone was honest all the time.
Rock out like someone just wrote a love song about you.
Rock out like you don't live in a world full of social norms.

Rock the cuss out.

da intro, yo.

SOMETHING INAPPROPRIATE!

Now that I have your attention...

Allow me to introduce myself or, rather, my blog. This is hopefully going to be the place in which I blow your mind with my awesome writing skills.

*APPLAUSE*

Settle down.
Honestly.

Okay, in all seriousness, I am an average teenager from your average Utah family. You know, one mom, one dad, 30 billion kids. Most of my family are Utah Ute fans. I myself have dreams of becoming part of the M.U.S.S. (look it up) someday.  And yes, I do have one those adorable Utah accents. Complete with enough "moun'ains" and "cricks" to ensure my status as a "hick" stays intact. I'm also a complete klutz. However, I make falling down a flight of stairs look good. It's a mystery to me that I haven't ended up in the hospital... yet.

I love writing, it's the best therapy out there. Right after copious amounts of ice cream. I love to read. I mostly read non-fiction books and I'm not really sure why. Maybe because it's real? I think laughing is so fun. I truly believe it is the best medicine.  I love trying new things, especially new FOOD! I tried sushi last month, best day of my life. I love music. I like pretty much everything except bluegrass. Ew.

I dislike fake people and rude people. Let's be real, who doesn't? I dislike Miley Cyrus. I think she is a bad influence (she won an award for it... no joke). I dislike warm toilet seats. I think they are so incredibly gross. It makes me wonder who was there before me... *shudder*  And last, but definitely not least, I detest the labels we give each other. The worst part about the whole thing is when we accept those labels. No one in high school ever believes that they are far more than their labels suggest. Or at least they have the potential to be.

And that's about it.