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A long time.

I don't think I am from earth. Maybe like the 39th death world or something. (Tell me if you caught the reference and I'll high five you or something.) Really though, I know and believe that there is a higher being above us that guides us and stuff, but I need something to latch onto. I need somewhere to be from. I guess you could say that i am from the central coast of California, but I never really knew it. My brothers and sisters say that Orcutt is boring and a dump, but I don't think of it that way because all I knew it as was a haven for my friends and me.

I think the music I try to write has already been written and whole idea of being obsessed with space has been experienced before. Specifically by these people:

Kid Cudi and Neil Armstrong have done more than I could imagine doing in my fields of interest. I don't reall know how to be fresh, and I definitely don't know even the first thing about astrophysics. Everything is so confusing to me. I just want to be able to understand things. Like astrophysics. And how to be fresh. Yeah.

I don't really know what to write anymore. I'm sorry. This whole blog thing is turning into me posting pictures and songs that will express my feelings because I am really bad at it. Ask any of my ex-girlfriends. I ain't lyin'.

I'm such garbage ha ha ha. Oh well. I guess I'll reach my potential someday.

I am honestly sad about not going on tour. All my friends are going to have a ballin' time in California and I'm going to be at school alone erryday. I don't have anyone else, really. No one that really knows me like them. Oh well. It's only five days, right?

So I have this cousin named Nick Campbell. He is really cool. He is probably my best friend. Tyler Romney and Nick Campbell. I've known Nick forever and it's really surprising how sick or each other we aren't.

Nick is really really good at drawing. I try my very best to copy him, but I just can't do it. He has the style of a god. I swear he can pull off anything. I can hardly pull off jeans.

Tyler is a different kind of human, but he is my human. I think that he can say, (unless he is being rude to me that day) that I pretty much own him. And he owns me. But nowadays he has a girlfriend and unavoidably spends all of his time with her. He gets more girls than me. I think everyone does. Oh well.

I want to be good at things. And I think it's going to be a long time until I do. If you read my other blogs, I mentioned some things that I wanted to accomplish in life and I think I have added more to the list. Besides being a physicist, baseball player, horse jockey and professional drummer, I think it would be very interesting and fun to be a hip hop artist or even a disk jockey for one. Not like rave music though. Like real hip hop. Hits the heart. "Hip Hop Can't Stop." That's a playlist on my iPod in case you were wondering. Cool.

Anyway, I'm done ranting. Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a good rest of whatever you are living.
Stay fresh.
xoxo

That's it, folks.

Never in my life have I been so emotionally involved in a football game. I knew that marching band season was on the line, and we were down by a point so they went for the two points rather than the field goal and, evidently, the receiver did not catch the ball. It was pass interference though. That's what I think. So that's all, the end. Poof. Everything I enjoy in high school is over. I can't go on tour, so I'll be here if you want to see me or anything.

On another note, I am eating cheetos puffs and drinking some coke-ish thing my mom brought home. I feel like this post should be a Facebook status update. Should it be? Maybe I am getting too many social networking sites mixed up. Oh well. I am the average 21st century citizen.

My brain was very skippy today. I could only focus every once in a while. Maybe like five minutes at a time, and every couple of hours. My friends will be departing to San Francisco in about a week, Nov. 1st to be exact, and I will miss them. I love them. I'm shaking a lot.

Here you go, a song by a band that I know a lot of you might not like, but please, just listen to these words that he is singing. This song. Then go watch the success video I put in my last post. Warms my heart.
I think I am going to steal something from my brother, Andrew. I want to use his words because they portray my emotion so well, and I kind of pulled this out of context and changed it a little, but "I feel like there is tin foil all over in my mouth."

That's it, game over.
Stay fly.
xoxo

Success, failure, and sacrafice.

I haven't written in like forever have I? Not since last month at least. I just kinda forced out a blog that felt was low quality so I stopped for a long while to think about what I really wanted to write about.

So as it turns out, through all my blindness and anger I could not see that that leech was not an enemy but  a friend. My mind cleared and I saw that what a parasite on my mind, was just a really rough tourniquet. And although it caused me a lot of pain and ache, in the end, it was the only thing that could have saved me from myself. It still kinda hurts, but now my leg isn't going to fall off.

Lately I have been thinking about what I really want out of life and how I am going to get there. There are really only four things that appeal to me in this life, and they consist of the following:

1. Physics. It has been my dream for quite some time now to become an astronaut and walk on the red planet. It seems like a radical dream, but it's all I want. Almost. I mean it's number one.

2. Professional baseball player. I know that I may not show a lot of interests for sports, but seriously, baseball is like my secret lover. I love it so much. It's so American. If I was good at baseball, I wouldn't need anything else. Except physics.

3. A horse jockey. I know this probably sounds weird, but honestly, I think that horse jockeys are like the coolest guys ever. Except astronauts. They go so fast. Like forty miles an hour and they do it knowing that at anytime someone may push them over and they could get trampled to their death. I think it's so cool. Horses are so cool.

4. A paid drummer. I don't really know what to think of this occupation. Honestly. There are so many ways you could go with it. You could teach, be in a band, be in a drum line, be homeless, I have no idea! It's just too unbalanced for me. Not enough promise. (Not to say that the baseball or horse jockey ideas do.)

Anyway, what I am getting at is that all of these stupid little dreams I have have one thing in common and that is hard work. Everything that is worth it in the end won't be easy.  My sister Samantha Jo Keele Beach showed this to me tonight, and to be honest, it really inspired and motivated me.

I hope you watched that video. Cause I just did. Again. I love it. It just really shoves in your face what it takes to be real and have self value. It puts everything in such blunt English that it is hard to take it all in. This video really changed my perspective on life and made me look at things differently. It's so good you guys. Just appreciate it. Take it personally.

I hope that someone needed that video as much as I did. I hope it helped at least one of you. Watch it a couple times. Part two isn't as good, but it's okay. And when you watch this video, don't take it like they are only talking about what he is doing because what they are talking about relates to everything. "No days off. When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, you will succeed." I love this.
"You don't care about no basketball game, you don't care what's on TV, you don't care 'bout nobody callin' you, you don't care about a party. The only thing you care about, when you tryin' to breathe, is to get some fresh air."

I've been reading two books of late. One is called "The 7 habits of Highly Effective Teens" and the other is called "Rocket Boys." Both of these books have helped me to move forward in life. They made me want to be more than average. They made me the kind of person who gets frustrated when he fails because I won't stand being just mediocre. I want more. I want to stand out about the crowd and become someone. And if you think that people succeed through success, then you are strongly mistaken, and I am sorry. As the great Homer Hickman Jr. would say, "because, after all, failure just adds to our body of knowledge."

The book "Rocket Boys" is great. Whether you're into rockets or not, it goes a lot deeper than you'd think. He explains some really great processes a teen will go through in his or her life in a very entertaining and humorous fashion. It's kind of long but the story is great.

I encourage all of you to read and practice whatever it is you want to be good at. Please, read everyday. I don't care what it is, where you do it, or how. Just read. And do your math. Math is great. Keys, people. These are keys.

Sorry it was kind of a long one.
Stay fly and remember, Marty didn't come until 2015.
xoxo