Thingiemabober

Every crimson sunset is a blood red sunrise on the other side of the world.

"Red sky at night, a sailer's delight; red sky in morning, sailer's take warning."

College

Picking a good college is like picking a good partner. There's a huge variety out there, more than any person could ever look at. There are big ones, small ones, rich ones, poor ones, busy ones, chill ones, beautiful ones, smart ones, and everything in between. There are some that will go for anyone who shows the slightest interest, but those are usually desperate and its often best to ignore them, unless you are desperate too. There are those with the highest of standards, demanding trial by fire before canditates ever get close to getting in. Some demand lots of money. Others already have lots of money, so they make it practically free for any "qualified" candidate. Its hard to tell what you want with so many options, but, you gotta decide.
Then, you've got to apply. Its scary as hell, but you gotta do it. Let them know that you exist, put yourself out there. Give them your number, your email, maybe even your home address.
Then, you wait. And wait. And wait some more. Sometimes, it feels like it takes them forever to get back to you. With others, the response is immediate. With some, you've got to be lucky and get them at the right time of year, some have weird deadlines.
But the wait is worth it, your devoting a lot of your life and time to them. Pick well, miss no opportunities.

Jim dictates

It was yet another dark and stormy night. "This is getting old," said John. "shut your mouth," said Jim.
John was wrong about something. Jim complained, and John punched him in the kidney. Except, Jim was iron man, and punched John through a window with about 2000 kilojoules of energy. As John plummet to a oh-so-certain doom, Jim rushed out and saved him. Jim then flew to an even greater height and dropped him again. John died.
Jim didn't know that Arthur, otherwise known as the incredible hulk, had also wanted to kill John. And, as John was already dead, the opportunity for John-killing had been taken away from Arthur. Arthur got angry and turned big and green. He then leaped into the air and started fighting Jim. After several hours of intense battling, and more then one awkward sex reference, the combatants separated.
Arthur suddenly realized that they had been fighting 300 meters in the air. Unlike Iron man, superman, and the entire cast of Dragonball ; the hulk cannot fly.
So he plummeted to his death. It was scary.
The moral of this story is: if you let Jim dictate a story, he always ends up winning. This is because he is jealous of Arthur's large muscles.

Listening

There are people with good hearing, who can identify who has slipped into a room by the rhythm of their stride. There are people with great hearing, who can read emotions based upon the subtle changes in a voices pitch and cantor. There are people with excellent hearing, who can hear the whispering groan of the earth as autumn turns to winter. But these are all shadows of the person who can hear something when nothing is there at all.

Shades of Gray

The walls are moving. Like melting ice cream, they run down to the floor, making little gray pools on the gray tile. I wonder what they taste like, but I can’t seem to move. Droning voices dully punctuate the air around me, like pulsing ocean waves. The desk below begins to look more and more like a pillow. I’m trapped, I think. Trapped between boredom and curiosity, life and death, dream and reality. Where am I? Who am I? Shades of gray.

DIALOUGE

Statement of desire for object.
Questioning skepticism?
Quickly rethought apathy.
Reassured Joy.
Initial Begging.
Initial Gloating.
Presentation of logical need.
Sudden interest in finger nails...
Plea to inner goodness?
Blank stare.
Request to consider the opinion of higher powers?
Moment of thought... Overruled.
Presentation of subjugating pose?
Demand for greater position of servitude.
Acquiesced.
Bored Disinterest.
Helpless Pleading...
Dramatic pause. Statement of unfulfilled need.
Promise of filling said need.
Genuine thanks.
Request for object of desire?
Denied.
Frustrated anger.
Open ridicule.
Empty threats.
Holding of object just out of reach...
Momentary loss of control.
Reproachful comment.
Restatement of request, including the word 'please'?
Blunt refusal.
Addition of pretty to please, with cherry free of charge?
High pitched mockery.
Disgusted vacation of space...
Disappointed boredom...

Middle School

Roller coaster.
First Hill.
Falling.
Exhilaration.
Innocence.
Hit bottom
Should I...
Have liked that?
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
Look at neighbor.
He knows.
Copy.
Quick.
Next hill.
Still copying
So…
I miss it.
Again.
And again,
Hill after hill:
In the past.
At my neighbor.
Over thought.