If I had a super power

I would choose the power of creation. The power to create anything I want whenever I want. It would just be super convenient. Can't find the remote? *POOF* There it is, in my hand! Can't find the 25 cents at the drive thru? *POOF* There's the mister Washington you've been looking for. Need a new car? *POOF* hello Shelby Mustang. All of these are material wants and needs. But hey the question is a very want based one lol. A more specific example of what I'd create would be a light saber. If there is one thing I could create and the first thing I would create, it would be a light saber. This is because it is probably the single most bad ass invention in all of fictional weaponry. The power to cut through anything? I'll take it. If I could cut through anything the first thing I would cut through would be Chuck Norris to dispell the myths of his God status. The second thing I would cut through would be a tree to see if it would do that slow motion slide off effect that most movies portray these days as realistic physics. Set your phasers to bad ass because a jedi's life here I come.

My thoughts

I'm thinking about this easy ass day I'm having. I'm thinking about feeding my dog when I get home and playing frisbee outside with him. I'm thinking about the math homework I have to do so I can keep playing tennis varsity lol. I'm thinking about my tennis jacket that I have yet to get even though we paid for them ages ago. These are my thoughts as of 11:40 a.m. 5-11-10

Partay Time!

The ideal location for my partay would be the Death Star, so if my guests got bored we could just go to random star system and blow shit up. Like the Milky Way for instance, blow something up there for funzzies. The decorations for my partay would be none. I don't decorate for partays because I'm a guy and we don't care enough. There would just be coolers scattered around and t.v's and Xbox's and guitars and stuff. Anyone can come, except for you know that guy who gets really confrontational when he's drunk. I just want everyone to be chillaxed and happy and enjoy each other's company. For food I would just provide what ever the people want because the Death Star is like it's own city so anything we would want could just be made and brought to us by my legion of Empire minions! Classic rock, indie music, new age stuff and what not, also what ever the people want to listen to because the Death Star probably has an MP3 plug in somewhere. Like I said I want my partay to be laid back and easygoing just people lounging playing guitar drinking a few brewskies playin some xbox and having a good time.

20 URLs

1) http://facebook.com
2) http://failblog.org
3) http://fmylife.com
4) http://youtube.com
5) http://onemanga.com
6) http://google.com
7) http://wikipedia.com
8 http://ask.com
9) http://narutocentral.com
10) http://mofunzone.com
11) http://gamewinners.com
12) http://comcast.com
13) http://yahoo.com
14) http://ign.com
15) http://stumbleupon.com
16) http://peopleofwalmart.com
17) http://amazon.com
18) http://craigslist.com
19) http://addictinggames.com
20) http://thiswhyyourefat.com

Ma Weekend

I hope my weekend goes as followed: I want to play an open mic friday, hang out with Jesse, Brooke, Angie, Corey, Sara, and a bunch of other cool peoples. After that I wanna play tennis on Saturday with Kelsie then come home and play some Xbox live and chillax. Then on Sunday I would like to see Robin Hood with Amanda. I hope this is how my weekend goes.

To my "ideal" girlfriend.

My ideal girlfriend is one who shares my same interests. I hope she either plays, or at least appreciates guitars. I hope she listens to good music so I don't feel like I'm always having to expose her to new things because that would just be a hastle. I also hope she watches the same movies as me so I once again don't have to constantly expose her to things. I hope her favorite writer is Ernest Hemingway or it won't work. I hope she's read The Sun Also Rises, or it won't work. She better look like Ingrid Bergman since she is my ideal. But I'm not that picky.

A beggar child.

A child laments on the side of road. Tracks of his tears cut through the dirt caked to his small face. Howling wind cuts through the storm drain, destroyed cars and broken bodies litter the sides of the ditch and fill the base. The air is thick with flies, they are like a black cloud that hovers over every remnance of human life. He cries. Crows squawk madly, their bellies full with ill gotten gains. The polluted stream that cuts through the storm ditch carries blood and bodies away from the ravaged city. His salvation will be found soon, his eye lids grow heavy, he feels a hot liquid flowing from his chest, his white shirt turns a crimson red. He falls asleep. His salvation sweet and welcome.