beauty

its winter and i think one of the most beautiful things about winter is when in snows enough to completely cover the ground. No grass or leaves showing, just snow. Before all the kids play in it, and before the vehicles traveling make trails, when all you see is a big soft blanket of snow. Its like some one just layd a blanket down across the earth. And the only thing you see is the snow and the animals. Like god was trying to cover all the ugliness in the world that we have created. All the roads, and trash that line the ditches, it all gets covered

Lost

I feel like I'm completely lost as a person. I have no clue who i am or where I'm going. Looking back Ive changed so must, I use to be a good student wit A's n B's but now I'm getting F's and D's. I honestly don't know what happened. I guess i just got tired of always trying and wanting to make people proud of me, but then when i did fail at something id feel like id let them down. So i just stopd trying, stopd caring. I started having a mind set of, if u don't have any goals, you'll never fail, or if you don't have nothing, you have nothing to lose.

But now i see its better to disappoint and let down a few people every once in a while then to not have people believe in you at all. Because I hate who i have became. I'm not this guy at all, i didn't use to b hateful and angry all the time. But how do i go back to the real me? How do i get away from all this anger that completely consumes me?

My Prized Possession

Its kind of weird today she wanted us to write a story about our most prized possession when actualy im have huge issues with mine. My most prized possession is my 1994 Chevy 1500 ext cab 4x4. Yea I know its a old truck. Its not bran new or tricked out and customized its just a average truck, with rust spots. But my papaw the man i love the most in the world, the man who raised my till i was seven when my parents wanted nothing to do with me bought that truck bran new. I remember the day he braught it home. The green paint shined all over the chrome polished. When you opened the doors you saw the beautiful clean gray leather and carpet and then the smooth shiny wood trim around the dash and dooors. It just honestly was the most beautifulest truck i ever had seen. From that day forward i always said that was going to be my truck when i got older. And it is now. Even though my papaw really didnt wanat to sell it to me, because of the age of it and the gas and the possibilty of something costly going out. But i didnt care i wanteds that truck and i got it anyways.

Here recently i have ben trying to save my money to repair the rust damage and work on the motor so i could be sure itd last. Now when i said saved i mean a few hundred. But now my transmission has went out. it will cost around 2,000 to get a new one. Thats alot of money just to make my truck run again. My parents are telling me to sell it and buy something better. But i honestly don't know. I know thats a crap load of money and its a old truck but i honestly don't think you could ever put a price tag on my truck. Thats the first truck i ever drove. When i was six i shot my first deer from that truck. Theres just ben to many memorys to name with it.

So i guess my problem is, i have to have something to drive to get from work and back, and untill i fix my truck it cant br drove. And it will take a while for me to get it. So do i sell my greatest prized possession and get a better truck that doesnt need as much work or do i keep the memorys and strugle to keep it running and gas in it.

Some Gave Nothing Others Gave it There All

Today is Veterans Day, a day to honor and remember all of the people who risked there life for our simple freedoms that we take granite every day. Honestly every morning or even once a day how many of actually stop to think how about the thousands who serve in our military? The thousands that left there friends, family, new wives, or even a new child to go thousands a miles away from home to fight for our freedom. My guess is not very many, and its sad and pisses me off. Because i know today during the assembly some where in the gym will be a few students who don't care and think its funny to make noises or be disruptive. And its not funny, its disrespectful and dishonoring. In the perfect world of Lee West those few disruptive students would be sent right the front line to learn the cost of freedom. But this isn't my perfect world. I just don't understand why its so hard for people take a few minutes out of the boring pointless life to just honor and remember those who have and our willing to give it there all. Freedom is not free, and if everyone as a nation together doesn't start to realize this we wont have it much longer. I know i cant make other remember or honor them but i promise i will as long as i live, and after high school i will join the Marines as another way to honor the fallen, but also so other generations can enjoy the freedom's i have

Thw one day id want to live over again was saturday night at the country fair this past summer. It was the tractor pulls championship. Lookn back that night was prolly the last time i was truely happy. I wouldnt change i thing about that day. Everything about it was perfect from the time i woke up and went to work to the time i fall asleep in the bed of my truck. I know that a time like that will never happen again which is prolly why that night means so much to me.

I could have avoided all that trouble if only i had remembered to control my anger. But i didn't so when i read a letter written by my step brother, about my mom i lost it. With the step brother no where around and my anger raging i went outside where his 16th birthday present sat parked in the drive way. I kicked the door and realized it only made a small dent and that wasn't satisfying enough, so i went toward the front of the car and hit the windshieldless as hard as i could. And the continued my way around the car to knock out all four windows. Although i had gotten even as far as i was concerned i had just made allot of problems for myself. For one my right had was cut and swollen, and second when he came home to find his car windowless he called the police so now it was starting to get serious.

When i was lil

When i was Little, I use to be happy with staying home. Playing in the yard or just watching TV was good enough for me. I didn't have to be in town or surrounded by my friends to have a good time. A good time then was eating pop corn and watching Disney Channel. But now i can't stand being with in a mile of my house or family. When i was Little i was happy

blog

I kinda hate this blogging thing. Whats the point of it? typing down my thoughts or whats on my mind the most for every one else to read. But my battery is about to die so i guess this will be my blog. Sorry to who ever is reading this and thought id have more interesting thoughts, didnt mean to disapoint you

Old man

There was a old man who used to live in the inner city. As he grew old he got tired of the constant noise and lights of the big city. One day he packed only his most prised possessions and moved way out in to the the unexplored country. It was a small one window wooden shed. He had acres of open field with tall brown/golden grass. He could see as far as the eye could take him with a single tree in front of his house being the only thing to see. But most of all what he loved was the clear baby blue sky with puffy white clouds.