adventure time!!!!

                    i just spent a portion of my weekend in a hotel called the embassy suites, fancy right? no. it would've been when a hotel is under renovation its not exactly the purttiest thang on earth, but hey there was a water fall in the lobby, a see through elevator, a diamond shaped frame building, okish rooms, and plenty of adventure for two brohams like me and Dalton Slater, two O.G.s such as ourselves could find plenty to do in a party palace such as this place. well after checking in and gathering ourselves to the proper attitude of adventure and exploration i decided after  the whole ride and a BK double stack grease bomb in my stomach later i needed to drop a deuce or two, as personal as that sounds that all part of this adventure. i walk in the bathroom and what do i find? the yournals taped off and the floor run a muck with...well beyond that part of this verbal tour i found the appropriate stall after a very precise and complicated inspection (kick the door, hoping no one is in there, scope the place out, an do my deed) i dropped my timber and got outta there in a sure fire hurry. after a fumigation and bail i was on my way up to the fifth floor, after an intense ride in the transparent flight in the elevator and screams we found the crib in which we were to live the next night, we checked out the 42" TVs and cushy bed and showers and another bathroom time we were down at the pool diving an splashing, Dalton "underwater boarding" with one of them life saver things, getting in the hot tub then back in the pool to see how cold it was, by the way it was pertty flippin cold, then by the time we were done i was as cold as a witches teet in december in eskimoville alaska we were back in the room plotting adventures, but then we noticed something, we saw a leak coming form the bottom of the cabinet, not good!!!!!!! so we called the crazy front desk service lady and realized that we had an exra room on our hands that wasnt being used, but it was two floors down...booyah!!!!:) so that was an adventure in itself, but we moved bit by bit, cloth by cloth. once we were established in our new abode we flipped on much crappier not 42'' tvs to whatever was on that night, jersey shore and viva la bam, all night long we watched these beastly wastes of life and then another adventture unfolds, sleeping in the bathroom shower because the floor tiles were heated and the rooms were freezing cold, twoand two makes four right? after the adventures ended at 340 in the morning, and we slept for a few hours. when we woke up we swam and swam then ate for a bit, then checked out after adventure after adventure, and left for home, but before that we stopped at golden corral and didnt even eat because the food was terrible, and me and dalton went to the bathroom for the best adventure of all, after a series of mumble grumbles howls growls and epic rap battles and hand holding we were finally finished with our adventures, as sad as it seems its true, for now the adventures are over, for now:)

pointless

                               this blog today is about aything and everything i have going down in my mind, just the nitty gritty of the processes of my brain put down on this page. the song really has no meaning related to this blog but i recently found it and i love it, yeah thats what ill talk about, mussssiiiiicccc!!! so like i said i just recently found the old punk band kid named chicago, along with their later separate projets of mayday parade and defining moment, as mayday parade is the newest but to me i think that kid named chicago has done some better work. but why even compare two bands that are the same? really all punk music to me is the greatest  music created, its speaks to me because most punk songs relate to teen life unlike any other music produced. now im going to move on to my opinion to other media such as crappy tv shows like jersey shore and true life, degrassi, secret teen, glee, and all that crap, what a waste of millions of dollars we could use to rebuild our economy and boost this...stimulus thing we got going  that failed like everything else weve tried to do to make this country work again, but instead we make these bull crap teen shows with no meaning but drama and pregnancy and suicide, drugs, idiocy, and everything stupid about teen life now days. but hey its whatever i dont watch that stuff so it doesnt affect me at all, but dont you think its just a waste? whats the meaning? entertainment? drama? or bad promotion, the promotion of drugs, sex, homosexuality, clubs, all the crap that pollutes the earth today. then theres the next issue, money, its unbelieveable how much money is spent by families in america, my brother just informed me of what my parents spend on us, food is about a thousand bucks a month, and after he says that he goes back in to the kitchen and does what  may ak? he eats. yup thats it for now, this has been my first post for a while but this all i got haha, not like anyone reads these..

a million tears from heaven

                you look up, you see the clouds gathering above you in a smoky gray blanket covering the sun, eating the atmosphere, filling the earth with a humid breathe. the wind picks its speed, and moves, nothing could stop it, the prevailing thunder powers the sky, but in five minutes, this strong masculine storm is diminished to a cool breeze, a rainbow, and miniscule cloud cover, typical, average summer rain. as drearily boring as this sounds, ive always thought storms in a different view, ive painted these storms in my mind on a different canvas, every time i felt rain on my skin i thought God was shedding a million tears, the reason i never knew why, everytime i heard thunder i thought God was goin bowling again, everytime i saw lightning bolt through the clouds i thought the mischevious angels found a light switch again, or that God was taking a picture, everytime i saw the snow pile up on the ground i thought God was making cookies and spilled sugar. i always had this imagination, ive always seen things in the wildest perspective. but as the tears fell from the sky my imagination grew in some areas, and died in others, now sometimes i think that God is crying when it rains, but for different reasons, it crosses my mind that when He cries he lost a beliver, or some one died in vain.
             i thinkn that when those salty tears fall from the sky, a person i dont even kno some where in the world weeps along with the rain, every time i see a rainbow i see some one smiling, having survived the rain, and i smile as well. when it thunders, somewhere in a war a gun sounds, taking a life, vanquishing a soul, a soul with a reason to die, or perhaps on the better side of things, saving a life. when lightning appears, then disappears, in the dark cloudy sky, i imagine a lost soul racing its way through the darkness its surrounded in, and when it vanishes, it found its way to where ever it was going. when it snows i believed God was sharing the holliday with us, celebrating His birthday, but along with that i believe he's restoring the earth, healing it like a bandaid. every now and then my imagination goes back to a time when life was nothing more than waking up and going to sleep, i still think a picture was taken, or God maybe does bowl a little, but i always thought that when rain falls down from a mile plus above our haids, ive always thought a million tears from heaven were falling down.

devotional

Psalms 23:1-6
     The Lord is my sheperd, i shall not nbe in want. he makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me by still waters, he restores my soul. he leads me down the path of righteousness, for his name sake.
      Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death i shall fear no evil, for you are with me. your rod and staff, the comfort me.
        you prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows.
         surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and i shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
                            
                                i love those verses, ever since centerfuge when the pastor who spoke to us in the mornings and evenings let those verses flow from his mouth with undoubting faith and unconditional love for our Father and savior. ever since that live changing week ive loved those verses, they were burnt into my mind and engraved into to my very heart and soul. He IS the voice of truth, he IS the morning sunrise, he is the sunset, he is the stars in the sky, he IS.