Something I will never forget about being young...

I do not think that I will forgot how I am changing and growing as a person. I am trying to figure out who I am and who I would like to be. It is an experience figuring out new things about myself, but it is also embarrassing looking back on what I used to be do even if that thing I did was two minutes ago. I think that adults forget that they can change more than once or twice. They don't realize that people never stop changing; we don't stop once we go from child to adult. Something that we might have believed a month ago might not be the same thing that we believe in today. Growing up does not mean becoming an adult, it is about moving forward, making mistakes, learning from those mistakes, and changing for the better. Life is ever changing and so are we. Where we are now will not be where we are 10 years from now but we have to allow ourselves to change.  If we do not allow ourselves to change and tell ourselves that different is not a bad thing, then we will be stuck and unhappy with the way things are. Every dilemma we face, every emotional experience we endure will change us. The only thing left is for us to decide how.

Future predictions

Everyone would be equal! No more sexism! No more racism! No more ableism! People of all genders and sexualities are accepted! As you can see this is more of an ideal world and it probably will not happen for a long time, but I can dream, yeah? 

 Pokemon exist! Apparently some dude got really close to making Pokemon exist but then he did not. Like, why would you do that. Pokemon could've been real but then you decided to say no. You have just crushed the dreams of every college student because we all know that even if the game is directed towards children that only college students and middle aged men play it. I could have caught 'em all. I'll be a better Ash Ketchum than Ash Ketchum himself. It would be like in the Pokemon games where all the middle aged trainers who have trained their whole life get beat by some random 13 year old with a Bellsprout.

For my personal assistant...

 I would choose Leonardo Da Vinci to be my personal assistant for a week because I love art. I'd have him paint me, I'd want like 600 different paintings of me. Like maybe one of those giant paintings that rich people get with their head on some buff person's body as they ride a tiger into battle. I'd want paintings of other things too though. I'd watch him work to see how he does things. I'd ask him about his inspirations and have him teach me all of his techniques and how he draws. I just really like art so I decided to choose the most artistic person on the list. I think it would just be pretty cool to hang out with an artist that people consider to be one of the greatest. Plus free portraits, heck yeah. I want him to paint my dog but like as a majestic lion.

On a magical smartphone...

A standard app that should come with a magical smartphone would be a holographic clothes changer. You would wear a simple outfit underneath but you'd choose an outfit from the selection on your phone and it'd magically project it so it'd look like that's what you're actually wearing. It'd stay on till you change it and no one would know that it was holographic. The clothes would look and feel like actual clothes. You'd have the option to buy more closets with a lot more clothes too. You could also just talk to you phone to tell it to save your outfit in a certain folder. Like, if you put together an outfit and you look in the mirror and say, "dang, I look smokin'," then you can just tell your phone to save it into your favorites folder. Or maybe you've got a hot date or whatever and you have a couple outfits saved in your folder named "ayy bb gurl u lookin fine."

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 Rather than a restaurant, I'd want to open a cafe. The cafe would be sort of small and hidden with big bushes and flowers outside the windows. The whole entire wall that is opposite from the main counter and facing the outside street would be windows. People could enjoy their visit whilst still having the opportunity to still look at the outdoors. There would be a small, more private, corner in the back if people would not like to be towards the windows. You would also have the choice of sitting at the bar counter. The menu would contain all sorts of coffees, cappuccinos, espressos, etc. It'd also have little desserts like brownies, cakes, cookies, muffins, and donuts. It'd probably also have little sandwiches available. I'd like to think it'd be like a reading cafe, so you could sit down and read a book for a while and have coffee too.

John Egbert and Nic Cage

==> Be John Egbert

Having just seen your father pull into the driveway right before you were going to venture downstairs put a damper on your mood. You can't risk going downstairs without a disguise. You grab your groucho glasses and look in the mirror. John? Who is this John you speak of ? You are pretty sure that there has never been nor will be... Yeah this disguise sucks. You start down the stairs when the foul odor of fresh baking come from the kitchen. You clench your fist and shake it in front of you. Betty Crocker, you hiss. The buttery aroma of her even plot proves that this mission was going to be harder than yo- Who was that sensual looking man sitting there ? 

No! Not that one! The other one! (you briefly wonder who that man even is but decide to ignore it for now)

Yes that one! That man...that street tough maverick with nothing to lose...Dang, he's fine. Crap! He probably notices you staring at him. You quickly grab one of your dad's pipes sitting on the side table and put it in your mouth. Yes, your disguise is now 10x better and maybe that majestic stallion of a man will ignore your staring now that you have this! You politely inquire the alluring man's name. Cameron Poe he replies. Wait, what? Is this really Cameron Poe? The rough, tough, ex-convict who just wants to be reunited with his wife and daughter who he has never seen before ? Only one way to find out. You point your finger and shout at him, PUT THE BUNNY BACK IN THE BOX!!!! He shouts it back at you, PUT THE BUNNY BACK IN THE BOX!!! You both spend about ten minutes shouting this back and forth to each other. What a beautiful way to spend ten minutes. You would've gone longer but you stopped when you heard a beeping noise come from the kitchen. Oh no... You put your fist in front of you and shake it, Betty Crocker. Just then your dad pops into the room holding his distasteful masterpiece.

You gag a little as he brings it closer to you and Cameron. So you've come down already, John? he asks. You back away from the cake a little. Your dad continues to talk, I've set up a blind date for you and Cameron. Here's some cake, I'll just be in my room so you two have fun. Your dad walks away after placing the cake on the coffee table. Cameron takes a piece and you decide it'd be rude if you didn't eat with him as well. You guess you'll just have to swallow down at least one piece..

BLUH! You spit out your cake instantaneously. That was nasty. You remind yourself to never do that again. Cameron seems a little revolted that you just spit out your piece onto the rest of the cake. You tell him you're welcome from saving you from having to eat anymore of that monstrosity. He just looks at you funny. Crap, John, you gotta fix this! Being the smooth man you are, you know exactly how to play it off...

Come here often? you ask him. Dang you are smooth. You are smoother than a baby's buttox. He must think you're the coolest guy right now. Look at you go. Again, smoothest man alive. Cameron laughs and suggests that you three should watch some movies. Three? you ask, a little confused. He points behind him.

Oh yeah, that guy. You tell Cameron it's probably best to ignore him. He says okay. You ask him what movie he wants to watch. He says it doesn't matter to him. You decide to watch Con Air. You just love that movie. The way he just, you clench your fist, puts the bunny back in the box. You tell Cameron your decision and he gives you a thumbs up. Good choice, John. You put the movie into the DVD player and sit next to Cameron. Dear, sweet, precious Cameron. You get about halfway through the movie before you realize how much it sucks. Man, you hate Con Air. You stand up and eject the disk. Cameron asks what you are doing. You snap the disk in half whilst you squawk like an imbecile. 

Oops, you probably shouldn't have done that in front of him. You've made a grave mistake. Cameron looks at you for a little while longer before insulting you and leaving. That was my life story, you idiot, he says. He slams the door on his way out. Guess it's just you and me now, buddy.

Yes, you and I are going to party hard.

The end.

Something That is Mine

  A name that belongs to me,
but not exclusively
a name common enough that when called aloud,
a few heads turn all at once

I am the stone
the weight that keeps everything down
I am the mountain
she is the wind

I never thought it to be special
it would blend in and disappear completely
as if it were never there
a name engulfed in darkness
it's teeth bared and shining through 
keeping people away

"oh how nice it'd be,"
I thought
"to have someone stay here with me for a while"
"because is my name really mine,"
"if there is no one to call me by it ?"

When people say it
they sing it sweetly like a song
but I'd much rather sing a different song
because, you see
I don't like this one very much

A name that floats freely
and blooms
like the gardens you'd dream about
their sweet aroma caressing each letter
until it's spelled out
"Sierra"


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Unlimited Chickens

  If I were to choose between having one horse, one cow, and a dozen chickens, I would choose a dozen chickens. They'd be the best to own  because the would give you eggs everyday for you to eat and if you really needed to, you could eat the chicken itself. It's also possible to sell the eggs at a market to get money for other things you'd need. With one rooster, you would be able to keep your supply of chickens up. You'd have like an unlimited amount of chickens. How cool would that be ? It'd be kinda like in Minecraft when you throw an egg on the ground and out pops a chicken. Although, I do not advise that you throw an egg on the ground, it would not end up the same way. I would make sure that my chickens were treated like royalty. Chickens should be treated with the utmost respect and they should be sanctified as a godly figure. Birds, like the chicken, are presumed to be the descendants of dinosaurs, therefore they are basically way cooler than a horse or cow.