Great movies

Paranoia.

                Cameras....... Everywhere......Listening..... Watching...... And that hot girl....ohhhhhh yeah!

Rush.

                Just this past weekend I saw this movie and it was possibly the best cinematic movie I have ever seen.

21 Jump Street

                 Lone peak all over again. 

Troy

                 Brad Pit is a hunkkkkkk. 

Inception

                 Confusing. 

The Breakfast Club.

                  Freaking amazing movie.

Batman

                 We must defeat the batman....

Moneyball

                  Lets put math and baseball together! oh and brad pit haha almost forgot that one. 

Mean Girls

                 Popularity comes with a price......... babes. 

Wreck It Ralph 

                  No body cares about aracades anymore.

World War Z

                  haha yeah likely story..........

Hipscared

Every single person has a worst fear.   Mine just happens to be hipsters, namely, _____ _____.  When I see him walk down the hall towards me I quiver with fear.  The deseret industries clothing he's rocking makes me feel to mainstream.  But what is mainstream.. Hipsters are supposed to be the cool kids who try hard to look like they're from another generation, yet, it seems that it has become the "Mainstream".

Fear strikes all of us in different ways. This fear drives people to do extrodinary things; like wake your brother up in the middle of the night to kill a spider smaller than a babys fingernail, or even go to this event called church to hide from the devil. But instead of hiding I think people should interact and speak with the closest hipster near them becuase they alway have a wise word of wisdom to share with everyone.

Musiccc

I love music. It helps me to think, it helps                      me to express my emotions. It
                                  helps me to know I am one of a kind. Its so strange to listen to a song and have feelings and emotions latch on to                               it that will never let go.           I can listen to a song now that reminds             me of specific days I had 5 or 10 years ago. The flood gates open as                                  soon a song                     plays, the bad days and the good days. The human                  mind is so complex and interesting to me. wow.
I think            its the closest thing to time travel of our time. I can feel how I did exactly in the past, almost as if I was there, specific details I would of never possibly remembered,             that would of just disappeared.             Its sooo weird!!! ahhh its amazing!

BRICKS

                 How
            many bricks
      are in use at this very
    moment? Think of the
    numerous homes, offices
    and buildings that make
     up the spaces we spend
    our time in. Bricks have
    become a huge part in our
     society, and we don't even
    give them appreciation. How
     sad. I wish everything was
    as solid and trustworthy as a
    brick. Something that would                            be a support      
      or a step to help everyone,                     because sometimes it
     honestly seems I'm constantly           walking in a sand pit, just
       waiting to fall, waiting for           something to trip me, something
    or someone to get me down. Everyday is a risk without a brick. I          
   think a good brick at lone peak can be a good friend that you can always
    count on, or a parent, maybe even a teacher. It may be different for other people.
    And possibly some people won't even have one brick throughout all of high school. We
   need bricks to complete goals. We need bricks to feel good about ourselves. We need bricks
 to make each day of our life worth it. But no matter the picture, we all need more bricks to complete it.

Crayola Crayons

Once upon a time God let little girls and boys leave heaven to go down to a place called Earth. On Earth these little girls and boys were given a family and bodies..... and a box of crayola crayons. As these little children grew from infants to toddlers, they didn't use their crayons as much on paper, but they used them in their mind. After the age of 4 those crayons began to loose the pointy tip and become those stubs nobody cares about because you can't go into much detail on your drawing, but a 4 year old doesn't give a crap, they murder those crayons and bite them and throw them, and honestly they use them to the crayons fullest extent. Over time those crayons are discarded, or taken away, or stolen. When those little kids grow up their teachers and coaches and parents slowly take away those crayons. Some kids see other kids use their crayons in a cool way, so they give their crayons to kids who "make better drawings". In junior high crayons are reduced very dramatically and by the time kids are in high school most are only remaining with a couple at most. At Lone Peak teachers like Mr. Nordic, Coach Lewis, Mr. Farr, Mr. Birrell love to take away our crayons and leave many kids empty handed going into the real world. But thankfully we have teachers like Mr. Nelson who give us more crayons than we could possibly dream of, we all are in deep debt for this great man for giving back our creativity and imagination with crayola crayons.

Im really here

Being unnoticed can be a pain. It can hurt and ruin one's self esteem. Being constantly surrounded by people yet to them your not really there. Its some curse of invisibility. Everyone understands this at one point in their life. Its proving your a man not a machine. Breaking the rules. Going down your own path. Being spontaneous. Changing your mind.
Do what ever you want! Be like Icona Pop and just crash your car in the bridge!!! Prove you"re not a robot. 

INTRO

Unlike most people I find writing a challenge. Its strange because I know what I want to say but my brain just can't process it. No my brain won't process it. I guess what ever is floating around in my head is just to much for you readers to handle. Im destined for writing something greater than this. I just won't let myself do it. There might be sparks of great writing I occasionally let loose from my noggin, but Im pretty sure that will be once in a blue moon. Like maybe in two blue moons. Who knows!?

Unknown and Fredrick

I'm actually kind of afraid of the unknown. Ya know, the stuff those smart scientists haven't quite discovered or got their hands on. I mean I would flip if i knew those aliens we talk about are real and their looking at me from another planet, or their huge camouflage ship hovering above my house right now. Im totally jinxing myself.
        Or how about the unknown of tomorrow? Will I die? Am I going to get into college. Am I going to get up in the morning and get to school on time, or will my brothers take too much time eating their breakfast, or will i sleep in, or will i not get good enough act score.... I just want to run away from the unknown. Go to my own tropical island and reenact Cast Away. I could totally survive with my blood stained volleyball and name him Wilson. No his name will be Fredrick.

Love.... I don't think so.

Don't even say that around me. I hate it. I love it. Wait erase that, I enjoy it? The L word gets me worked up. It gets me excited. One sec... It makes me want to gag, makes me puke, want to dig myself in a hole and never see the sun again. Never to feel another emotion. It is a risk I never want to seriously take in the future. It's....no better way to say it than, indescribable.

Saving Face

I'm sick of this. Putting on a different face every day. Pretending. Pretending. Is this how we need to live in order to feel as though we "fit in"? To make others feel like the don't belong, like they don't belong anywhere, not school, not home, not anywhere on the face of the earth. Why does this need to continue? Can we argue the fact is to save the very face we put on every morning? A mask that feels just as necessary to put on as clothes. Without that mask we feel naked, we fell exposed, we feel the judgment and the glaring eyes of others around us. TAKE IT OFF.