The lost ones

Too very often the best ideas, the best dreams, the best fairytale beginings are forgotten, end to soon or interupted to never again begin. The lost ideas are often those that are so amazing you make a point of remembering and then when it comes time to write them down, to blog them out, to grab them out of your memory they are gone..concept still there but words and substance gone. The best dreams begin like no other and lead to amazing places and discoveries. New exoctic places, winning the big game, great loves, x ratedness, adventures and then snap right when your about to slay the dragon, rescue the princess, plunge for the winning touchdown, take a look at the secret map, find out the loves name, see the boobies (or male parts for the ladies) poof the dream is gone you are awoken and no matter how hard you try recreate this blissful dream it is no use, the thrill is gone the ending is lost. Fairytale beginings with the "prince" meeting the wonderful girl next door (or vice versa) and things spark off great, finding some sort of barried treasure and then BAM the wonderful person has a significant other, they are much different than first thought, the treasure belongs to someone else or is again lost forever...and all these things have in common is that they are the lost ones, something that you will never have or feel again! But you can hold onto the memories of all of them...you can come up with new and better ideas, make up wonderful endings to the dreams and eventually find a fairytale begining that isn't just a begining but a whole story!!

anyway hope y'all find what your looking for!!

Windows

Windows can be used to see out into the world and used to see into a smaller world. The soul and inner working of people have many windows inwhich one call look through...the eyes, words, body language etc. For someone to see through thier own window is not as easy, we may all think you can check at any time but that is not the case with everyone. Personal windows are smaller, shadier and not opened as easy. The best window for myself is through dreams which is why today I am kind of rattled. The past 2 or 3 nights I have had some crazy, eff'd, nuts, insane, creepy dreams...they are like little minature short films as I have been having near 20 strange ones in a night!! some crazy good, some insanely creepy and scary. Why this is happening I have not the slightest clue. My life is not all that stressful...acctually not stressful at all because really I don't stress about shit...It's not that something bad has just happened and I wrestling with some emotional demons...I haven't talked to any random people on the street that said something in gibberish which turns out is a curse...I don't have any feelings that something bad is about to happen...I haven't eaten any crazy glowing mushrooms or done any crazy drugs...any drugs for that matter...So I really don't have any idea what is going on. So I will just keep on dreamin and hopefully tonights is a good showing...if not I will get over it cause really its just a dream right...can't mean that much!!

Peace

p.s. I will blame them on one of two things....jebus and spicy food...because in life things get blamed on two things and more often than not these are the answers..think about it..."why did you break your leg?" "jebus hates me"..."oh dang what's that smell" "sorry spicy food"....and so on and so forth!!

Whack O Shiza...

Dear Education Interview:
Take that. I just nailed you and you had nothing to fight back with or defend yourself with. So if my marks don't kill me here comes a career in teaching!!!

Dear Taste of Chaos:
What a concert. The used and My chemical romance doing "under pressure" was amazing. My Chem definately surcured a place on my top 5 for life. If you haven't heard them live you haven't heard them period!!

Dear Women:
Come on...............................

anyway I am happy, life is ok. Complaining won;t be head though I do miss getting to cuddle up and watch movies, that is all I ask for...that and to get into the college of education of course, naturally!!

anyway hope you all had more sober night than i did and didn't get booted out of dublin's cause you're frined tyler wasn't working so you tyhought it was a good idea to call the bouncer an ass...sure it was in fun but he didn't like it hahaha

night!!!

13 hours and counting...

Butterflies of a different kind swirling around in the stomach. Though often associated in my life with love or nerves I think it might just be that I am anxious to get this over with, I am relaxed and not worrying about it one bit...or maybe it is just some indegestion. Anyway tomorrow is my interview to get into education, where I will be asked the same question over and over...each time phrased differently of course: Why do you want to become a teacher and what experiences can you draw on that will help you in this profession? and I will respond with the generic answers of because I want to make a difference, I had a teacher that inspired me, I want a challenge and I feel as though teaching would present a great challenge everyday...blah blah blah and the only difference in me than the other 700 applicants will be my grades, my smile and the choice of dress shirt color. Anyway if any of y'all have a unidue off the wall addition to this answer let me know by say 11 tomorrow. Now I am off to shave...i haven't been clean shaven for over 5 months this is going to be strange haha

Peace

p.s. The madness has begun and I love it!!

High...

No not on "the drugs", those just aren't my style. I am currently high on a recent triumph of being smarter than the smart kids for a day and finally finding a prof that rewards those that take opposition to the preconcieved notions of literatures "critics" and formulate thier own damned opinions. nuff said
Low...
On the lack o hair. Had to give up the lovely flow, loaf, shag, hockey hair, whatever you want to call it for a professional look...but didn't go out without a great Mullethawk, which if I say so my self was quite possibly the hottest hair ever...not!!
Anxious...
Interview number 2. Last years interview went somewhat smooth but had the occasional bump sneak up. This year will not be like that, cruise control is set, the hair is chopped off and proffesional looking, the face will be shaven and clean, the suits at the dry cleaners as we speak and the attitude couldn't be better. Bright it on!!
High...
On inspiration. It had been nearly 5 months since I had finished a song or a poem fully. Well in the last week I have written 3 songs in full (revenge has a friend (in me), Heed the warning bell for they are comming and my 80's love ballad-on the verge of a feeling). I have decided to start a band, not for making money but purely to try something new and have a good time. I already have a lyricist/ front man/ dance choreographer/ cowbell extrodinare in myself, a guitrist in Jay Gall and a drummer in my man Dylan. This still means "Tuesday's Revenge" has room for growth, apply within! immediate openings for groupies!!
Low...
On a love life. But these things happen, I am in a funk...a really really long funk. Just means I can relive good times had, and focus my attentions on other things such as insomniatic rambling and my new favorite hobby of blaming life's problems on jebus...oh jebus!!!
High...
on physical activity. Almost looking like a beach body...minus the rippling muscles, blonde hair, girls on my arms and sand in my ass crack. But really if your in a funk just start running and working out and being active and it will seriously release some sort of "suck it up princess and start looking on the Mr. Brightside of things" endorphins
Low...
Grandma fell down. Grandma is now confined to a wheel chair.
High...
Grandma still being in high spirits and then Grandma ran over my leg when I sitting on her floor and then when I said oww she responded "whats wrong, panties ridding a little high"...this is otherwise known as the funniest thing I have ever ever ever heard. Grandma automatic 10 me negative 3
Done...
this rambilotic blog!!
only 6 days til taste of chaos...My Chemical Romance will be blaring in my cd player for the remainder of the week...thus making them my choice for band of the week

old MCR song you should listen to again right now: Headfirst For Halos!

peace

The Slip

"So I had a Freudian slip the other day. I was talkin to my wife and went to ask her to pass the butter, but instead I said, You bitch, you ruined my life."

On that note today's blog is going to be in 2 parts...first part deals with the aforementioned Freudian slips that have graced my life quite frequently as of late and the second part is going to deal with the name of "freudian slip" and things along this line. (thus if the topics bore you already you can stop reading!)

well anyway lately I have been privy to quite a number of freudian slips, which have been quite insightful and funny. The slip I have decided can be a very effective tool if used right, and quite a hillarious mistake if said at the wrong time. I have decided that I am going to start purposely using freudian slips and then just passing them off as nothing, kind of like gas and then you balme it on the dog or the person next to you like it aint no thang. Best personal slip of the week while talking to a super cute customer at the gym: "well yes the gym is closing but what you could do, seeing as it is nice out and you forgot your card, is get changed out of your good clothes and leave your car here and run to my house, grab the card and come back." and well apparently she didn't know where my house was...probably had to be there seeing as I was bumbling my words and making the usual bad jokes like I do..generally being a dorky idiot, or as I like to call it "myself"...anyway thats enough about my freudian slips

the name "freudian slip" kind of erk's me. I mean this sort of a slip had to of happened long before freud came along, but just because he was the first to think "well I should write a book about this" it is named after him. That's b.s....(the real reason this thing gets under my skin) take for example the new movie comming soon called "Wedding Crashers", I mean that has been around for years, in one of the indie films me and roddy were going to make a wedding crashed scene was going to be shot etc. and yet now vince vaughn and owen wilson are going to be synonimus with this phenomenon. It's like all those little inventions that get copyrighted when you have used the very same thing but just never thought twice about trying to sell it to someone else...baaahhhh!!

anyway back to homework!!

p.s. this blog has really just turned into a full out rant sesion with very little point to the writing hasn't it...fick gotta stop that and give this thing some substance!!

The Complexities and Complications of Being Vain

Vain
Pronunciation: 'vAn
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin vanus empty, vain -- more at WANE
1 : having no real value : IDLE, WORTHLESS
2 : marked by futility or ineffectualness : UNSUCCESSFUL, USELESS
3 archaic : FOOLISH, SILLY
4 : having or showing undue or excessive pride in one's appearance or achievements : CONCEITED

Being vain has to suck. These are the people that have to start getting ready 3 hours before they are supposed to be somewhere. They stop anytime there is a mirror to make sure the gel is still holding thier hair right or that thier make up looks good. The care what others are thinking about them at every moment...and then often act like they are better than the person they were trying to impress in the first place. I find it quite hillarious when looking at the definition of being vain that all the explanations have a negative conotation. The funniest vain people I find are those that dress cause they "don't care what the man tells them to do" or are being rebellious against something. These are the people that make fun of the stereotypical vain people for using brand name products and what not when they themselves probably took an hour to put all thier crazy goth make up on and the gel thier rebel mohawk up straight. Then speculation must begin on the people that roll out of bed and put on whatever they feel like, maybe its because its clean and doesn't smell to bad, or they cut thier hair in a certain way cause it was cheapest. I often wonder, being semi one of these people, wether truly don't care or if its just a different form of being vain. Is everyone vain??

your so vain you probably think this blog is about you...I would hope its not about you though cause its just pointless Adam is bored writing with no real purpose!

anyway peace out!!

p.s. Happy Belated Birthday Day Linner!!!!!!

Heated

So I originally started this blog thingy to rant and rave about love and all that. Then I progressively started explaining my eff'd up philosphies on life. Then progressively I used it to update my life and share some of my poetry/ songwriting ability (good and bad). Again it progressed, or should I say digressed, when I began just finding ways to give props to good music and my creativity levels lacked sorely. Well tonight I am going to do the title Mr. Peters' Rants and Random Thoughts proud by once again ranting like there's no tomorrow!! (beats writing this essay thats due in less than 5 hours...but really its only a six pager and I could write that in my sleep...which I just might have to if I keep teaching y'all "a lesson in prcrastination")

I am a basketball coach of a high school senior boys basketball team at the age of 21. Last year I was co-head coach and this year was slated to be the number one head coach...until the school decided to give one last shot to a man that is going to be refered to as "the dew". Thus to my coach title I had to add assistant to the front, which is never good. As the season progressed my opinions seemed to have less validity until the point where the dew would have most likely refered to me as "that guy with the beard, good looks, great style, hillarious jokes and charming smile who sits on the bench (minus everything between that guy and who sits on the bench)". So being the coach I know I am I found new ways to relate to the players. I coached them one on one, helped them become better in the terrible offense set in front of them..thus rather than creating an overhaul I leraned to adapt and thus turned that around into teaching the players how to adapt. When he yelled things at the kids I took them aside and put it in terms they could understand...ie talking. Well at some points in the season the dew was a complete eff'ing moron and I kept my mouth shut because I wanted to take over the program next year and by snapping on current head coach I probably would put myself out of the running. But tonight, playoffs, could be last game for 5 of these kids, he made one final mistake that I couldn't let happen. We played hard, with my schemes I can't honestly say we would have done any better or worse but the end of the game neared. 3 of these 5 players were not playing very well most of the game. Most coaches would have subbed them off while the game was still in hand, maybe tried something different...but not the dew, no he stuck by them until there was only a minute and a half to go, team down by 18, game out of reach. He takes 4 of those same 5 guys off and benches them...syaing he is "making a statement". I don't know if y'all play sports or anything but this was thier last game ever and he was benching them for no reason, thats like your band going to the grammy's but not letting 3 of you come because as a manager "you're making a statement". So I had enough, these kids hanging thier heads wondering what they had did wrong, parents of these kids reasy to rip the dew's head off I got up and put these kids back in the game and proceeded to lay into the dew about how much of a self centered prick and terrible coach he was. Those 5 seniors finished the game, with nothing left in them but thier pride. I recieved many pats on the back and thank you's from both the players and parents, I was givven 5 huigs (creppy man hugs some may call it) from 5 players that at that one instant had lost all hope, confidence, spirit etc. because some asshole wanted to make a statement. When it is all said and done a coach is someone who helps people get better at a skill and ultiamtely trys to help shape a person for the better. the dew is not a coach, the dew is an asshole and i am not proud to say that I was part of your "coaching staff". You yelled at kids for no reason, you never listened to thier thoughts or ideas and worst of all you cared nothing for them. so I left the dew with this question as he said he only had one passion greater than b'ball and that was his kids..."the dew, what if I were coach and the kids I benched were you kids? describe to me whats going through your head as a parent and how your kids would feel?"

Guys (I know a few of ya read this) keep your heads up, you are a great group of kids that i am proud to say I have coached, that I have been part of a team with you and most importantly that I have to opportunity to call you friend!!

anyway if y'all read through that whole thing congrats you must be trying to procrastinate more than I am!!