Idiot Of The Week

Congratulations to Pastor Charles Worley on becoming our first official Idiot of the Week!  How about a round of applause (and maybe an angry mob) for this guy!  Wooooo!  Check out the article here.  I'm sick of all of these religious nutjobs, mainly old white guys, trying to control the LGBT community.  The purpose of humanity is to cooperatively improve society, the environment, and the world, and that simply cannot be accomplished when idiots like this man child are whining about the existence of people who are different from him.  Again, congrats, Pastor.  Just know that the gay community will likely protest your "lifestyle choice" as well.

A Bad Case Of Zone Defense

One thing I love about blog posts is that people get to see my thought process when I explain how the title actually makes sense in my mind.

At this point in my life, I should know that usually things turn out alright when I leave my comfort zone.  Unfortunately, that is something I REALLY can't seem to get myself to do.  As a coach, my mind is instructing my actions, the player, to stay put in his own zone.  The player, on the other hand, knows that it's better for the whole team if he leaves the zone to defend the opposition.  (With a lack of metaphor for the opposition, let's just say that my coach is playing against the team, I don't know.  I kind of lost it at this point.)  Yes, this is about a girl, and yes, my mom will ask me about this post after reading it.  So before I ramble on about every single thought in my mind, I'm just going to say that I could really use a good push to leave my comfort zone.  (Situation-controlling entity of the universe, this is where you sub in for skill to help us win the game.)

Finals Poetry

I know rhyming is cliché now in poetry.  Get over it. (The "bell" I refer to below is the bell tower at my school that plays a song or two every hour. The songs last 5 minutes.)

Finals are awful, of that much I'm sure
I find them unlawful, cruel, and absurd
While writing this I may sound like a nerd
Because my glasses are broken, my vision is blurred.

I'm worried about the week ahead
After which, my brain will be dead
What I've learned this semester cannot be said
I just know I want to sleep in my own bed.

I'm spending all my money on food
Which puts me in an angry mood.
And with all these tests I'm really screwed
(Except for the ones with the teachers I wooed).

Someone said this week will be hell
And although these tests will not be swell
The things I can't stand are, well,
All the songs played on that stupid bell.

Can you hear that pounding in my chest?
That is the sound of my heart getting stressed
It's all because of these stupid tests
Don't teachers see that we need a rest?

"Look over your notes, study them hard."
I can actually feel that my brain's getting scarred
It was burnt before, now it's charred
And it's shattered into little shards.

Studying gives me little sleep
And I can only study when there's not a peep
If I see something unknown, "What the (bleep)!"
And I throw all my papers into a heap.

I leave on Thursday. Not morning, but night
Until then, I continue to suffer and fight
My way through black text on paper of white
So that someday I'm able to witness the light.