My Combabilation (you)

November 07, 2008

I can talk to you on the phone but I can't hold your hand.

I can hear your voice but I can't see your face.
You say that we are so far away I whisper not for long.

You give a pitty laugh to my horrible jokes.

I give my dedication to you. The definition? 

You-my inspiration, my reason for my wrong moves, my confused              mind. My seperation of genius and insane.

They say that the differance between those two is measured in success. 

I want to see.

Am I crazy or do I for once know excatly what I am doing?  

As it seems appropriate.

November 06, 2008Congratulation President-Elect Obama. I am anxious the see what happens in the next four years. I am anxious to see how you carry out what you have said. I am anxious for you to prove me wrong and hope that you do so. I hope that you do extremely well. I hope that you get this country out of debt. I hope that you fix the problem in the middle east. I hope that you work hard to be the best you can. I wish you luck. I thank you for accepting your duties. Congratulation President Elect Obama.

Last Morning.

November 04, 2008This is the last morning things will be the same. In a little over 12 hours the polls close. I want things to stay the same. Not the same but I don't want to live in the United Socialist States of America (sorry for the cliche). I enjoy caling myself an American.

Barrack Obama is a Muslim...?

October 31, 2008

"John McCain has not talked about my Muslim faith....well what I mean is he has not talked about me being a Muslim."

Senator Obama stated during an interview that John McCain has not talked about his Muslim faith.  So he is obviously a Muslim. I mean his father was a member of one of the most radical Muslim groups in Kenya going through and preforming genocide on every village they came to. His step father was Muslim as well. So he must be a Muslim. How dare you "Christian's" say that. Let me say this first. I in no way support Senator Obama for president, but look at yourself. How dare you judge a man who you don't know. If you are a Christian then shouldn't you fogive someone for making a mistake? Which Barrack Obama obivously did during an interveiw. But not even that how dare you with out even haveing met the man you are ready to testify that he is not Christian like he says he is. Oh that is right, his father was a Muslim so he must be. My father was an alcoholic. Does that make me one? NO. You people who say it does must believe in Predestination. "Well his father is an alcoholic and his mother was too...nope he is not going to heaven." How dare you. Take a step back and think. Besides does it really matter if he is a Muslim? NO. It doesn't make a bit of difference. If the American people elect him then the American people elect him. 

One of my bravest moments...

October 20, 2008So last night I was with my really cool cousins Jessica, Tyler, and Jessica's husband Jamie. Ok so Jessica and Jamie are like the coolest ever. We were looking for a place to eat in the mall last night and we decided on Macaroni Grill so we went in and were joking around then I started flirting with the waitress and she was like "You are really funny in a weird way" And I was like "Hey can I buy you dessert or something?"...well she said no...but that is not the point of the story...infact this night just began because at that time there were 5 in a way that I could only describe as beatuiful ladies. So I was watching them trying to talk Tyler into going over there to talk to them with me. He continues to say no well about 10 min. go by and 4 more girls come up. I had given up on Tyler coming with me and had gone back to eating my salad. So I look up to talk to Jessica nd Jamie and the girls are walking in the resturant and sat down on the other side of the wall from us...I go "looking for the restroom" and take a tour of the whole place to see where they are and one makes eye contact with me...any ways I make my way back to my seat and have my waitress take a note to them that says "you are very beautiful. p.s. write back." (in crayon) So my waitress takes it and moments later we hear a lot of laughter and my waitress asks me how old I am. I tell her 15 and she does the whole no you are not...seriously? she told them that I was 20. And she is all like they re going to come over here. I was like Tyler lets go...the waitress thinks I am trying to leave but I was trying to get tyler to go talk to the beautiful ladies with me. He doesn't and I get up and go over to their table. I offer to buy them dessert and ask if I may join them. They graciously accept. So we sat there joking around and everything.......................................oh yeah sorry. I guess you want to hear the end if you actually read this far. well the end? for you? just kinda ends like this. I leave the resturant.