You're not king. You haven't ruled anything.

I don't understand what the fuss about. No matter where he goes, LeBron is getting paid too much to not win a title. You're no Michael Jordan and it's been proven (to my disgust) that you're no Kobe. In fact, he's not even a Landon Donovan. Why is America wasting all my news reports on this crap when they should be talking about Narnia winning the 2014 World Cup. So mad!

Tease

Today I realized that children grow up too fast.

I've been told that determination and motivation will bring abundant rewards. Most of the time that philosophy is spewed to me, I know they're referring to money. Society yells and demands us to be greater than our parents. To make money and raise a healthy family.

One day, it was decided that a successful life was attributed to gains in a bullshit economy filled with bullshit politics. Society deemed it okay to prepare a future army. Modern day Sparta gave children Blackberrys and four-year high school plans before giving them a scooter or rollerblades.

Today, children dream of being chiropractors and nurses. A child told me at work the other day he wanted to work at the dream killer, Pella Corporation, when he grew up.

What happened to dreaming of going to space or becoming a professional wrestler? When did updating your Xbox Live messages become more important than a game of hide and go seek?

Dear dreamkillers,
I am 20 years young and I'm telling you to go fuck yourself. When I grow up, I'm going to the moon. I'm going to make a movie. I'm going to go on tour and be a rockstar. I'm going to be an FBI agent. I'm going to play ghost in the graveyard. When I grow up, I'm going to be better than you. Because I will feel better than you. Because I will outlive you. When I grow up, I will never grow up.

Not sarcasm.

Your outlook on everything is super unique. I really enjoy your company and so does everyone else. I envy you. Can I be your slave, respectfully? You're super nice to everyone too! YAY. I trust you so much that I'd like you take my contacts out for me.





That's a pretty big deal,
Andrew

What happened?

When did golf get nerdy? Golf used to look like this... WTF!

Dear Sky.

You strip men of their pride with your roar. Who named you the lion? We are all machines. Eat, sleep, work, repeat. Where did you go? What happened to your confession? Build. Build. Regenerate. Shut down. 40 days and 40 nights for something that we forget in 40 minutes and 40 seconds. Help. Build. Build. Build.

Speaking Truth: aw man

Let's be honest.

Be good to your girlfriend/boyfriend.
Try hard in whatever you do.
Be kind to people.
Your family and friends mean more than you think.
Take advantage of your youth.
Get involved.
You have a voice, use it.
It's not as bad as it seems.
Everything will be just fine.
If your feet stink, wash it.
Tights aren't pants, but wear what you want I guess.
Take a risk.
Girls poop, they have to or they'd die.
Why get pissed about things you'll forget about in ten minutes?
Mack on every cute person you see.
Power.
Animals are cute.
Politics are about improvement, not argument.
Listen to music.
Even if you want to, don't kill Lady Gaga, Paparazzi is a good song.
Birthdays rule; happy birthday Connor Koppin and Alyssa Brobst.
Life is amazing, trust me.
If someone asks if they look fat, tell them they look fat, it's probably better than lying.
Don't say it, if you're going to end up apologizing.


Oh, and screw off Nick Jonas, how dare you go solo on your brothers! Blood is thicker than money! I bet your feet stink!

The Road to Recovery

I know I've had a lot of mushy posts lately, so basically no one gives a shit lately.

But I had to say this one: heartbreak is easy to learn from if you let yourself.


Sincerely,
Andrew


p.s. Bro-bait was just used to describe a group of girls. I laughed then looked at myself and thought "wow, no one 'baits' themselves for people like me."

Then I laughed at myself and went home.

There's a phenomenon where you start trailing off your sentence...

Women could rule the world if they wanted. Not like Hitler (well, maybe some of those scalawags could...) but more like a Noble Peace Prize winner... more like a Nelson Mandela kind of way. More like the responsible kind of person.

Men do nothing but fight for their own greed. How many times do we see a wife glue together a relationship? I believe a case study of relationships and marriages will show men cannot function without their woman to keep pushing them from behind.

How does men and the world feel okay about being so disrespectful to our beautiful women in this world? How can women demean themselves in front of men? How can people sit on their couch with their bros and say "I'd gladly plow the hell out of the bitch, daaamn!" How can women wear close to nothing and fall object to a man's sexual doing?

Disgusting.

I want you to imagine a world where women wouldn't be here to grab you an extra bottle of soap when you run out in the shower, or when they aren't here to make your lonely nights feel more loved. Imagine a world where a girls couldn't walk into your home or into your car and you notice how beautiful things can be. Imagine a world where you couldnt get that lump in your throat or that butterfly in your stomach. I want you to imagine a life where you won't find a girl that you'll happily bow to their feet for. Imagine a world of shallow loneliness embedded in sexual and disrespectful cravings.

Who are you calling bitches and skanks now?

Speaking Truth: We Cool

Look, we're cool and all but you need braces.

its coming.

I'm still too busy to post anything good. Dont worry, the resurrection of this blog is coming.


In the meantime...this is what makes life okay. Even when you feel displaced, unwanted, lost, or unmotivated

look out and find the little things.

Trust me,
Andrew

Speaking Truth: Desperation

The world looks a lot different from desperate eyes. Playing pretend with yourself shines through your shell and your wall. Like dust on a gravel road, you're lost, distant, and dissolving. Talk all you want, move all you want, and change what you don't like. When push comes to shove, the lost sometimes forgets how they got there. They hide. They fight it. They use too much head and not enough heart. Yeah...
The world looks a lot different through desperate eyes.

Speaking Truth

The keys to good living are found in the doors of saints.

Speaking Truth.

The reason most hot girls aren’t good at things like softball is because who cares.

LOVE IS A HOAX (read both my posts today...one after this)

Love could be a hoax, you know, something that mainstream tells you about and makes you believe. Love was something that was portrayed in movies, books, television, and religion; from there we mashed up a belief in something that inevitably would end in disappointment. Regardless of how we filled our hearts, hope never prevailed in "Love".

Life ends in death.
Relationships end in heartbreak.
Parents never live up to what they are supposed to be.
Children grow to disappoint.
Dreams disappear.
Goals get shattered.
God never shows up.
Friendships end.
Commitment ends in grudges.
Youth fleets too fast.

Love? What is Love? I mean, REAL Love... do you know? Do I know?

Let's look at what society deemed as Love.
We see indie kids fall in Love in movies all the time. New York backdrop and an awkward kid you always thought was cute but waited for him to make the move, it's all the same outfit. We see in church that pain can be fixed with "Love". Music tells us to never give up on "Love". Yet, we hear and want to feel Love in our real everyday life... but it never lives up to what movies, music, or the church deems it to be. In fact, some say Love made us vulnerable and eligible for pain. When we think we "fall in Love" are we making ourselves vulnerable (in that moment of time) to what the entertainment industry perceives love as? Are we being ignorant and falling for the same trick that pain plays on us in order to reel us into its familiar cycle?

Society tells us to what to Love whether it ranges from family, "soulmates", and dreams to goals, gods, hopes, and friends, there are examples of a broken consistency in every aspect of life.

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(as of today) I can explain the meaning of Love like this... Love is a belief. Let me explain.


I struggle with the existence of God, but I acknowledge the fact that there is no fault in truly believing in the idea (him/her).

Love... works the same way.

We use Love as a way to aspire our lives to reach a certain happiness. Love can be something used to fill in the missing gap between your heart and mind or it may be a gap you are searching to fill in. Whatever brings your personal quest to find Love, there is one factor that can only make it true.

You have to have faith in Love for it grow and bloom, in the same way people have faith in God.

To me, Love is a belief, without faith... it is doomed. With faith, you can make the idea boundless and endless.

But what I truly know is real is Happiness. I believe in Happiness.

Maybe its simpler than what I thought...maybe Love is happiness,
Andrew

Jealousy

"What can be said about love?"

theworst,
andrew

no one means shit to me

"I never let someone get that close to me. You aren't as cracked up as you're supposed to be."


I still think god made us too pretty,
andrew