Thursday, March 26, 2015

HI


I'm gonna miss being able to hide behind the blog names because no one could judge your writing

based on who you were. but you can't always hide forever and people are gonna find out who

everyone is either tomorrow or the next day. Kind of scary but I thought I might just jump the gun.

So..... Good bye Lamont Coleman and hello





                                                                                                     
                                                                                                            Brock Oborn.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Sundays.

I'm scared of sundays. I'm scared of sundays because of the small possibility that someone 

somewhere is doing something that i'm missing out on. I'm scared of sundays because its the day

that 

you're suppose to tell all your secrets to the man who is obligated to pretend to not judge you.

I'm scared of sundays.

I'm scared of sundays because my dad gets home from work on sundays and I try to think of 

anything that I did or didn't do that would disappoint him. I have memorized the "i'm still proud of 

you." or the "you're not a bad kid, just some the choices you made were bad." 

I'm scared of sundays. 

I'm scared of sundays because it's the end of the week and the fact that I can barely handle the end

of a T.V. series shows that Im definitely not ready for that forth sunday in may. 

HOLY SHIT IM SCARED OF SUNDAYS!

I'm scared of sundays because theres just too much time for you to think. Somehow those 2 a.m. 

thoughts are the only things I can think about on sunday and those two am thoughts are meant for 2 

a.m. for a reason. 

P.S. I still miss you. 

I'm scared of sundays because it reminds me of how close we used to be. We used to be roast beef, 

mashed potatoes and a prayer but now were just a 6:30 p.m. bowl of cereal.  

I'm scared of sundays. 

I'm scared of sundays because theres just enough time on a sunday for you to start getting back up 

but just not quite enough to prepare yourself for the sucker punch of monday. 

I'm scared of sundays.



Wednesday, March 4, 2015

The little things

When I was a kid I was terrified of dying. I would have nightmares 

that I got in a terrible accident

 and I would wake up sick to my stomach. I think I was so scared of 

death because I felt like I hadn't 

experienced it all I NEEDED to go skydiving, scuba diving, The 

Kristen Bridges life! I couldn't 

possibly die yet there was so much to do! But now almost ten years 

later i've learned it's all about the 

little things.


The note that someone left on my car.

When my sister makes me breakfast on a school day cause she knows I 

just wanted five more minutes of sleep.

my grandpa making me play chess with him cause the smile he gets

when I lost. 

Some good ole Horchata.

When my dad came to my game.

The late night conversations.

The phrase "whammy cablammy." 

The sunday when we talk about how crazy saturday was.



I would take all the little things over skydiving any day. Theres 

just something about them that mean more. When I'm old I want to 

remember the little things. And the people with me to experience 

them with me.