The Picture of the Week
The Quote of the Week
"Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."
- Mahatma Gandhi
"Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."
- Mahatma Gandhi
Why do I write? Somedays I don't know why I write, but I'm very glad that I do.
If I were to walk outside tomorrow and get hit by a car, there'd still be a little piece of me up here. I wouldn't be lost forever. Maybe some day, in some distant time, somebody will stumble upon this place and remember me. Maybe when I've ridden off into the sunset, somebody will say "Remember Thatcher? He did great things."
Of course, that relies on whether or not I do great things. Nobody remembers the slackers. "Nobody mourns the wicked"
There are some pieces of writing that I am genuinely proud of. Sometimes I write things that I really just don't like, but other times I surprise myself. There are alot of words on this blog. But ya know, if I were to get hit by a car tomorrow, I'd be happy if only a few of them ever get remembered.
So here you go, my top 5 favorite posts ever. Feel free to go back and read them if you're feeling bored, I'm proud of them.
Game On [Friday, Feb.10, 2006]
- "Tonight we proved to the world that dreams are real, that anything can be overcome with determination. Tonight we stood up, and proudly announced to the audience that we were not going to lie down and die. Tonight, there was power running through us all. A power that you couldn't see, a power that you couldn't quite name, but a power that brought us together."
Thank You [Thursday, Nov. 24, 2005]
- "Thank you Mr. Fiack, for teaching me algebra, even though I hated it, I learned everything I needed. Thank you Brough and Sharpe, for oppurtunities to prove myself. Thank you Mom and Dad, for everything. You're the very best parents ever. I wouldn't be anything without you guys, thanks so much."
The Best Game Ever Played II [Sunday, Nov. 20, 2005]
- "at 13-13, play starts to get fierce. It brings out the very best and worst of all the players on the field. When you make a good play, you know it, and your heart goes wild. When you screw up, it's one of the very worst feelings you've ever had. You've invested so much into the game, it hurts to lose it. Your legs hurt, your hands are getting hashed from catching, swatting, and throwing. Your lung hurt from the cold air, your breath comes out hard and short, and very frosty. But you know why you're in the game, and you know that you want to win. You put everything out there. This is when Frisbee gets real."
Feel Free Not to Read This [Saturday, Jan. 7, 2006]
- "Sometimes you just gotta spill your guts. This is what I want to talk about. This is what I'm talking about now. The problem with this is that you don't know if anyone is catching your guts. this is a very indirect gut toss. your guts can sometimes hang in the air for a week before somebody catches them here."
*note, I originally didn't want anybody to read that post. However, I've come to realize that even when I'm having a crappy night, I'm still me, and I still think like me. It's important that we're always us, even when times are rough. It's me, even if I don't like it.
Sing [Wedsnesday, January 11, 2006]
- "I smile anyways. I smile because life doesnt suck. Even if sometimes it's not the best in the world, its really the roxxorz in the end. Why? Cause I can type in l33t all I want, and there's no chinese censor deleting this trash. Cause downstairs, my mom is sitting reading the paper, and she's the best cook I've ever seen. My pops is watching simpsons, and he's just a stallion. He's got one kidney, he's a heck of a scoutmaster, and he makes fun of the same people I do. In 8 hours, I'm gonna wake up, and say "Good crap, it's too early" but Im gonna roll out anyways, and go to school, and enjoy it. Cause MJ can't live forever. Cause there's gonna be snow frisbee on friday. Cause my mouse has a right click."
Whoosh. There you have it. The reason I write? Because I don't want to be forgotten.
Freedom is on the march. The real kind.
That's all I've got for tonight. I hope you're all doing well. Expect good stuff this week. I slacked last week, but I'm going to write something awesome soon. I've got lots of good stories to tell. (Dance champion, Frisbee mutual, and that's about it) But oh well, keep up the good work. If any of you have anything you want me to post, any work you've done, any suggestions for picture of the week. Let me know eh?
It's go time.
If I were to walk outside tomorrow and get hit by a car, there'd still be a little piece of me up here. I wouldn't be lost forever. Maybe some day, in some distant time, somebody will stumble upon this place and remember me. Maybe when I've ridden off into the sunset, somebody will say "Remember Thatcher? He did great things."
Of course, that relies on whether or not I do great things. Nobody remembers the slackers. "Nobody mourns the wicked"
There are some pieces of writing that I am genuinely proud of. Sometimes I write things that I really just don't like, but other times I surprise myself. There are alot of words on this blog. But ya know, if I were to get hit by a car tomorrow, I'd be happy if only a few of them ever get remembered.
So here you go, my top 5 favorite posts ever. Feel free to go back and read them if you're feeling bored, I'm proud of them.
Game On [Friday, Feb.10, 2006]
- "Tonight we proved to the world that dreams are real, that anything can be overcome with determination. Tonight we stood up, and proudly announced to the audience that we were not going to lie down and die. Tonight, there was power running through us all. A power that you couldn't see, a power that you couldn't quite name, but a power that brought us together."
Thank You [Thursday, Nov. 24, 2005]
- "Thank you Mr. Fiack, for teaching me algebra, even though I hated it, I learned everything I needed. Thank you Brough and Sharpe, for oppurtunities to prove myself. Thank you Mom and Dad, for everything. You're the very best parents ever. I wouldn't be anything without you guys, thanks so much."
The Best Game Ever Played II [Sunday, Nov. 20, 2005]
- "at 13-13, play starts to get fierce. It brings out the very best and worst of all the players on the field. When you make a good play, you know it, and your heart goes wild. When you screw up, it's one of the very worst feelings you've ever had. You've invested so much into the game, it hurts to lose it. Your legs hurt, your hands are getting hashed from catching, swatting, and throwing. Your lung hurt from the cold air, your breath comes out hard and short, and very frosty. But you know why you're in the game, and you know that you want to win. You put everything out there. This is when Frisbee gets real."
Feel Free Not to Read This [Saturday, Jan. 7, 2006]
- "Sometimes you just gotta spill your guts. This is what I want to talk about. This is what I'm talking about now. The problem with this is that you don't know if anyone is catching your guts. this is a very indirect gut toss. your guts can sometimes hang in the air for a week before somebody catches them here."
*note, I originally didn't want anybody to read that post. However, I've come to realize that even when I'm having a crappy night, I'm still me, and I still think like me. It's important that we're always us, even when times are rough. It's me, even if I don't like it.
Sing [Wedsnesday, January 11, 2006]
- "I smile anyways. I smile because life doesnt suck. Even if sometimes it's not the best in the world, its really the roxxorz in the end. Why? Cause I can type in l33t all I want, and there's no chinese censor deleting this trash. Cause downstairs, my mom is sitting reading the paper, and she's the best cook I've ever seen. My pops is watching simpsons, and he's just a stallion. He's got one kidney, he's a heck of a scoutmaster, and he makes fun of the same people I do. In 8 hours, I'm gonna wake up, and say "Good crap, it's too early" but Im gonna roll out anyways, and go to school, and enjoy it. Cause MJ can't live forever. Cause there's gonna be snow frisbee on friday. Cause my mouse has a right click."
Whoosh. There you have it. The reason I write? Because I don't want to be forgotten.
Freedom is on the march. The real kind.
That's all I've got for tonight. I hope you're all doing well. Expect good stuff this week. I slacked last week, but I'm going to write something awesome soon. I've got lots of good stories to tell. (Dance champion, Frisbee mutual, and that's about it) But oh well, keep up the good work. If any of you have anything you want me to post, any work you've done, any suggestions for picture of the week. Let me know eh?
It's go time.
1 comment:
Dude... this is, like... the Blogger's Anthem! You've inspired me. Game on!
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