If you Really Knew Me

If you really knew me youd know that I love to bake stuff, youd know that I still love Nickelodeon, still play with action figures, still think girls have cooties, and still sometimes sleep in my parents room.

If you really knew me youd know that ESPN is not my favorite channel, I do not think I am the sh*t football player, I do not play football for girls or to be cool, I play it because on the football field is the one place that I can be my self, and every Friday night is sometimes the only day in the week my dad is proud of me.

If you really knew me youd know that I write rhymes on the crapper, I wish that i was a little bit blacker, because im a wannabe rapper.

If you really knew me youd know that I sing along to Adela in the shower every morning, I bite my nails, never wash my hands, pick my nose and smell the buggers, and I rarely use sop.

If you really knew me youd know that I have 2 older brothers that are perfect, and if I dont live up to every aspect of there lives than I am worthless.

If you really knew me youd know that I cant speak from the heart without crying, so I never speak from the heart. And just because I dont show emotion doesnt mean that I dont have feelings.

Paris

My first day of Paris I was like a kid in a playground. I didnt know were to start. Paris was it. I had made it. I checks out the sites, met new people, tasted new things, and partied. The next morning I didnt know were the f*#k I was. I was on a park bench with no car no money, no memory, and no pants. I spent the next 6 days figuring things out. I met a girl. Her name was Jo Urnal. Beautiful and down to earth. She took me in clothed me and found me a job at her restaurant. I was doing good for awhile there. Then Jo left me. Sent me packing. I was back to the streets. And here I am today.

Keep Forgetting

When will we own ourselves completely?
Cuz I don't know about you but...

I keep forgetting to sing.
I keep forgetting to watch the food network.
I keep forgetting to raise my hand.
I keep forgetting to laugh, to yell, to love to... cry.
I keep forgetting to read that poem.
I keep forgetting to be me.
I keep forgetting to write poetry, to dance, to cook, to watch Gossip Girl.
I keep forgetting to forget.
"forget? what the F is this guy talking about?"

To forget about what people do. And just do me.
And I keep forgetting that tonight could be the last time I see the light.

Ordinary World

Alarm goes off at 7. hop out of bed and in the shower. Get dressed in basketball shorts and t-shirt. Eat my raisin bran. Listen and roll my eyes at my mom when she goes on about my grades. Get in my car wait for my little brother to come running out. Drive to school flipping off a couple terrible drivers. Go to seminary. Grab my scriptures. Sit at my desk. Pretend to sing the hymn. Take a little nap. Turn around to talk to Jacob.
Wheres Jacob???

• Is Jacob alive?
• Will he ever be found?
• Who's Jacob?
• Will this guy ever eat lucky charms?

Real Steal

Ordinary world: Lives in a truck. He is poor and fights his robot in little fights for a couple hundred bucks. Usually loses and runs away from paying up the bet.
Call: Finds out he has a kid.
Refuse: Doesn't want to take care of the kid.
Meeting mentor: Meets his kid and brings him with him.
Crossing Thresh hold: Lets the kid come fight his robot and the kids wins.
Tests: Does a lot of fights, they keep getting harder and harder.
Approach innermost cave: Keeps on winning and they call out the best robot in the world.
Ordeal: Fight against the best robot in the world.
Reward: Gets the girl, the kid loves him and $$$
Road back: Pays all the people he owed back.
Resurrection: ??
Return: ??

Slap Yourself

This ones for the "to pretty" cheerleaders.
For the "too cool" jocks.
For the "to smart to talk to you" nerds.
For the " To much different to talk to anyone" indys.
This one is for the girl that sits behind me in math class and is way to busy trying to look good to talk to me.
This ones for my science teacher who wont answer any of my "stupid" questions.
This one is for all of you out there who think you are gods gift to the world and wont take 1 second out of your precious little life to say HELLO to any one.

Do yourselves and the world a favor and slap yourself.
Slap yourself until your face starts to bleed, until you aren't that "pretty" any more, until you pass and and after you pass out wake up and start to slap your stomach


After you slap yourself snap out of the dream world you live in and realize that your life isn't any more important than that kids you sit next to in math class.