This Week

This week has been terrible so far, from my friend dying to a huge paper i had to write. i'm ready for christmas break badly. There was a huge article written about my friend in the newspaper back home, telling the story about how he was falsely identified. It sucks cause when the accident happened and i responded with the fire department i knew that it wasn't who they thought it actually was, however when i saw the body the shock took over and i couldn't help the cops out with a name. well 9 days to go until i go home,and 10 until i leave for florida.


http://timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=745754

R.I.P. Phil

Weather

Thanks to that weather last night it took me 6 hours to get up here rather than the usual 3. It was the longest drive ever. Thank god two of my friends came with me or it would have been even worse. Oh and got to love monster energy that kept me going.

Crash

Last night I responded to a call for a car accident with possible entrapment. Upon arrival we found that the man in the car had passed, it took a long time to extricate the kid from the car, once out it turned out that i knew the kid and that i had graduated high school with him. It was a huge shock, and I still now don't know how to react to it.

So today there was a call for the fire department and the one thing I told myself coming home is that I want to drive one of the trucks cause its been 4 months since the last time a drove, I got to drive the ETA to a car accident today, so I'm stoked i guess i'll be good until i'm home next.

home

So i got home a couple days ago and i'm ready to go back. I mean I love it here but at the same time I don't have as much freedom here. My mom is always on my case about everything then I got to my dads and its the same way. I'm just ready to be back in my apartment.

Work

I absolutly hate having a job it is very annoying and my boss is an idiot, but anyway i'm nervous for the workshop on my piece cause i basically think it sucks, and it took me forever to write so if i get a bad workshop it will really blow

fire fight

I hear the sirens
With my adrenaline pumping
The people screaming

Through the smoke I crawl
Hoping not to breach a wall
Stay calm and focused

There’s a job to do
Listen for the faintest cry
And hope they survive

Opening the door
The heat is beyond intense
Work has just commenced

Music

Have you ever thought how much musics has evolved. Even in the past 100 years it has completely changed. Music runs my life everything I do seems to somehow involve music and if it doesn't I'll find a way to relate it, but anyway think about the way music use to be even 50 years ago and then now with rap and hip hop, it's amazing how things have changed

landlords

I don't get it. If i was a landlord I could understand where he is coming from, however if the whole apartment complex is complaining to you about how it is freaking freezing in the apartment I think I would turn the heat on to help them out, obviously he's not that considerate to us.

Workshop???

It was interesting putting my "pieces" up on my blog. I'm not sure what to make of them my personal feeling is that the all suck, but they always say that the worst critic of your work is yourself.

Dream

It was a day like any other day. He woke up shut the annoying thing called an alarm off and got out of bed. James went through his normal routine on taking a shower followed by a huge cup of coffee. James hated that stupid incoherent job sitting there all day attempting to look busy not knowing what he was actually suppose to be doing with his life. Yet, every morning just like the one previous he would sacrifice his happiness and head to work. He always was sore in the morning no matter how comfortably he slept. For him he would always be sore, a soreness that would never go away. James would get into that ratty old car that would barely run half the time, and start his long drive. Of course the drive on any other day would be short however that one stupid thing that everyone goes through in their life, the annoying sounds of engines sitting idling on the road, horns blasting, and the every now and then car with music blaring through its closed windows. James knew it was coming it was only a matter of time before his road rage would take the best of him. The last stop light before the highway like any other 4 way intersection, everything looked normal. Finally after what feels like hours the light changes to green, all the sudden BAM!, the morning soreness is back again, only worse, he can’t move let alone think straight. “Where am I, I can’t see” James said not realizing what had happened. It brings back old memories of when he was younger, it was an ordinary day much like today, besides he is with his mother, In her old Honda, that day has haunted his dreams ever since. The last chance to see his mother. “Could this be happening again, did I get into an accident? Why can’t I see anything, or hear anything. I must be dreaming.

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As he walked through the streets he noticed something, something had changed, something was new that sends a chill down a person’s spine. A new that comes in contrast beyond oneself. Just something wasn’t right but he did not stop however, it was a late night and one would be a fool to stop in such a place. A place he was familiar with at one time but that time is now gone. He smelled the aroma of stale gun powder as if a gun had been fired. It was that night he would be accused of the one thing that changed his life forever.

Crash

As I drove up the road that fateful day, I remember the song the scientist ironically. I spoke with words I cannot remember however I wish I did. Enough to distract me from a true task. I remember the hand cramp preventing me from down shifting into the sharp turn, my mind raced through the fish jumping on the river to the right of me and past memories of that old coach at my parent’s house. The crash seemed so hurtful, so inevitable, and then it happened…….

devil's rejects

So last night I watched the movie The Devil's Rejects it was probably the most F'd up movie I have ever seen. Whether it be the weird ways that people were murdered or the creepy characters in it. It was a very disturbing movie, I would highly recommend it however.

Home

home

a place full of love and relaxation

the ideal home

home

Tension in  the air

must call it a home

home

anger, resentment, language, all clashing

realizing one shouldn't be there

home

not being there

alone

home