What I Want, Who I am. Fly Casually.

There is a lot that goes on in my mind. It's like this twisted contorted view of reality. It kind of scares me because sometimes I will hear people yelling my name and I'll turn around saying "what" to find two or three people staring blankly at me. It becomes really irritating when you hear it while you're in set at marching band and you respond to something nobody said and you get ten push-ups for it. Marching will be the death of me. I mean, I love my drums, but the people there that aren't on the drumline are just so scratchy. They don't really know how to talk or function properly in a social and open setting. I feel badly. They're cool I guess.

I spent last night with Erin and Caroline and Dallin. They're so great. If only Syd were there. And like Spencer or something. It's Homecoming week at my high school and all the activities are all pretty cool. I want to go participate in them and feel like I am a part of something. BUT I AIN'T. I'M A FREE SOUL. Okay not really but I would really appreciate it if I had audacity to do such a thing.

I have had this sudden obsession with the music from "Newsies." You know those things I explained in the last blog? SHEESH. They some onto me so sudden, like a black eye. BAM! And your eye is done for. Or like high school. BAM! I am done for.

I really want to go into space. I want to see the burning balls of gas that lie next to each other in perfect peace by the millions. Lighting our atmosphere and keeping our souls lifted. The term "Outer Space" has so much more meaning to me than almost anyone else I think. When I think of outer space I think of myself out in a spaceship following in Buzz's footsteps (literally.) I want to put on  that suit and sit in that rocket and have the force of going thousands of miles an hour against me. I want to go to space and take pictures and be a scientist. I want to go to space and feel the weightlessness on me. I want to know what it's like to feel the cares of earth go away and be utterly alone in the final frontier. I want to find "aliens" and greet them with a smile and tell them all about how my dreams have finally come true and how I couldn't be happier. I want to battle space pirates in my own ship with my wife and kids by my side and when they finally retreat we will celebrate and be happy all together and have and the American flag waving above our ship. I want to build sand castles on mars and I want to drop hammers and feathers on the moon. I want to conduct experiments with my co-workers and create legendary discoveries.  I want to be a part of history and I want people to know my name. How radical would that be? I can't imagine anything better.

I have a song to show you. This song is from the musical "Newsies" and the song is named "Santa Fe." If you have really read this whole thing, then I really do love you for it. I want to finish off with this song and whenever you hear him say "Santa Fe" I want you to replace it with "Outer Space." Then you will be able to see, in the clearest way that I can present, how I feel about this dream I have. I love you guys. Thank you so much for reading. Fly casually.