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So, I realized that I have totally abandoned my blog.
Which, may be sad but also reveal that even though there is much controversy, I do indeed have a life beyond my laptop (though not very far beyond).
But I hope to revived and resuscitate my blogging habits because I believe I do have much to say even if I only have confidence to share such through an online post.

In other news, I have started a new blog about my adventures in the form of sending snail mail.

Until my next post,
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WELL

Hello again my beautiful creatures. I am very sorry for being gone for so many months BUT I am currently in a writing class and my entries will be coming back I hope! Though I doubt more than 3 people read any of my posts on my blogger and tumblr combined, I do wish you a most magical day (and or night).

Poop Week.

This has been my week. 

I swear that it has been Hate-Pica-Week. I have just been getting a ton of crap for the dumbest stuff. Like I'd say something and at least 1 person has told me to shut up. Like okay, brah. Not cool. And then everything was going but lets get to today.

This week was Spirit Week at my school. At my little school, this is one of the biggest events of the year. Each class goes all out for everyday and the decoration madness gets so out of control we can't walk on the field by the last day. Now this is all fun and games (quite literally) until the final day.

Let me set up the scene. The night before the final day a few students from each class will show up around 7pm to do last minute decorating. I must say our class 1. had the most people come 2. had the most decorations that were ALL OVER! So our class decorated for a good 3 hours with hundreds of dollars worth of stuff. It. was. madness. So after we left from this night we go home, sleep, ya-di-ya-da, THEN! It is the final day! All the classes decked out in each class colors (our's is red) running around doing last minute decoration. We teach and learn our class cheer and head off to class and hope for the best.

Well, we go into the last gym before the last hurrah and cheer our butts off. "Dread the red, reds not dead! 2014, 29 strong, we're the red sea, we got it going on!" We then play a game for final points. And then, we wait. 

And wait.

And wait UNTIL! It comes the the final round of scoring. Our hearts race and our minds quiet. They announce. And all the scores we look at seem impossibly wrong. We figure we might be alright due to the fact that we were 400 points a head, then it comes to the last slide of the Power Point. 


Our chests cave in. Our shoulders sink. For the 3rd year in a row, we get cheated into 2nd place. 
The atmosphere of the campus was a gloomy one as the whole junior class cleans in silence and heart ache. 

Now, I'm not writing this to be a downer or to say "Gahhhh so dumb they were wrong." My point is, it sucks to try so hard to get shut down. My hopes get up so high and my mind is full of good ideas but when a person shuts you down your all like "whhhhaaattt..." and for me at least, it makes me stop talking.
And then when you stop talking people are like, "Why you so gloomy?" Well, ya know, you just can't please everyone. I find myself wanting to please myself because that's when I feel best and I don't want to live a life of pleasing others any longer. I'm done. Its Pica's turn to be pleased.

Thanks for listening to my madness if you made it all the way through. 10 points for you.

I am a Christian,
     but my religion is not my faith.

By this I mean, I do not accept the stereotype Christian title but I am totally involved with my relationship with my Lord. If you don't know him, crack open a Bible sometime and start reading. You might like what you see {I personally love Psalms and Proverbs}. 
     By a stereotypical Christian I am meaning those who dress up in a floral dress with matching shoes to go to Church, who frowns upon tattoos and piercings because they are "of the Devil!", spits in the direction of any other belief that isn't their own. Nah, that's not me. 
     I'm the one who will show up to church maybe a few minutes late, of course in my jeans and probably a brotank and bando, breakfast burrito in hand, bible covered in glitter (another story to be told), and sit next to my equally as casual friends. Now I do NOT do this to spit in the face of a the Church. I believe that this relationship with God is with me and Him. Not Me-on-Sunday and God. 
     Let me explain: People OFTEN change their personalities, dress, attitude, ect. just to go to church. I believe that is SO wrong. God loves YOU not another masked kid hiding his sin from God. No dude. He loves you. Mistakes, scars, memories, and all. Sounds cheesy but it's true. 
     Next, tattoos and piercings are NOT from the devil. Sure you can find those verses that are like "NO TATTOOS ON YOUR BODY EVER," but that was historically a totally different thing. I know amazing Christians with tattoos that are so beautiful they would make Michelangelo cry.
     I love to hang with people of different views and beliefs. Just because their beliefs are different does not mean that I should judge them, their past, or anything else about them. I don't want to be that guy that when people talk about stuff they ignore what I say because people will think I am going to accuse them of their wrongs.

THAT IS MY NUMBER 1 PET PEEVE

     Christians are so seclusive because of who you are which urges all those topics I just explained. Solution- Hey Christians, don't be a judge. I can be a judge too but it's on those Christians who are real jerks like this! The people who act their life out. Let me tell you, life is not a play. And although I hate to say it, you only live once. Make it count. 

Now I know you, Mr./Ms. Reader have probably given up on me but listen here: Crack open The Book and get to know God by being yourself and not a fake. That is who God Really wants to know.

Who We are Becoming is Frightening

While spending the night with two friends of mine and scrolling through the scarce land of Netflix, I stumble upon The Planet of the Apes from 1968. I love this movie. Absolutely on of the most beautifully created movies EVER. The makeup is so jaw dropping, the acting is priceless, AND it is so class to the max I can barely handle it!

Anyway, while me and my friends were watching this glorious movie, I started to ramble on about many things. One of the topics that I brought up is the fact that our society is losing so much.

First, our society is losing the attractive gene. Or maybe is is just the fact that people need more CLASS and less swag.

Next, our generation is becoming the generation of "Better on CD than live." That makes me want to weep for the poor souls of our nation. The children will never understand the greatness of going to a concert with such high expectations and having those expectations blown into dust because the talent of that artist is a million times better than expected, and being able to only hold on to that feeling for a mere few hours but remembering the mind blowing experience for the rest of your life passing on those memories to you children and their children. Now it is a  pity that our nation just waves by "talent" as an "attractive" person when it use to be so much more. 

Finally, I brought up a topic that was brought to my attention in my English class. 100 years ago students graduated with 100,000 words that they know and could express themselves with. Now, in the 21st century, students graduate with a slim 25,000 words. How. Pathetic. A quote that gives me chills: "If we can't think for ourselves, if we're unwilling to question authority, then we're just putty in the hands of those in power." - Carl Sagan Think about that. If we don't think for ourselves, someone will GLADLY do it for us. We must question what we doubt. How can we be so ignorant as to follow what someone tells us. We can't allow people to herd us like animals. I am scared that in our future we will forget how to think for ourselves which can result in a higher body taking over such as the Apes. 
Now you may be thinking I am some crazy person but I write this as a warning. Be a questioner. When things make you feel uneasy their may be a reason. Be cautious.

Keeping it Real for Reals.

"I hope one day, you choke on all the shit you talk."

    I love quotes.
    I saw this quote today, while looking for some inspiration, and I thought, "DAMN STRAIGHT!"
    Maybe it's just me but I have been living on this earth for a good 16 years and 9 months and I have seen a lot of people saying a lot of crap that they either don't mean, don't understand, or take back. Well, freaking be real.
    I use to take a lot of crap from a lot of people. And until now I have not realized how many people talk all this crap. So...

Here's My Two Cents:
     People need to stop being flakey.Don't be that guy who is all "I love that skirt where did you get it" then go say "that is the fugliest skirt I've ever seen." Be brutal and honest. If you don't like that person don't go acting like you do because it will just hurt them and yourself even more when they find out in the end how you really think they are the most annoying creature on the planet. In other words, don't be a two face. First of all, have you ever seen a cute Two-Face? No. They are ugly as one of those bald Russian cats.

     Next, tell it how it is, good or bad. I have totally flat out told people the truth. It makes good friends. Like, hunny, if you stink worse than meat left in a 6th graders lunch box from 6 months ago (yup, I was that kid) then you would want to be TOLD. If your hair looks like a elephant just pooped on your head, I am going to tell you. If I don't like that you are saying that your better than me or one of my friends, I am going to call you out on it. Don't go avoiding the subject by being like "You want to use this awesome perfume I just bought?" be like "Hey you stink bro. Let me help you out." Your friends will be thankful and you will get this honesty in in return and be all "PRAISE THE LORD" when some one saves you from walking up to a super cute hottie with nasty greenery in your teeth. A good friend wouldn't let you do that.
     Last, if your not going to like them behind there back tell them to their face as well so they know. This links with the first part. Just don't do it.

     *Now I realize I may sound like a totally jerk, but this is just me being honest. I would rather you know why I don't like you and be brutally honest than have you as a fake friend thinking we are best buds. I want to put both you and me in the right place. Sure we can be friends if you can handle me calling you out when you say something or do something that's not right. I love you even if I don't like you.

My Zombie Ditty for English Class Entry #7

I wrote this little story for my English class:

• • "As we looked at our cookies, with eyes wide open the class' faces all had huge grins from ear to ear. Everyone was ready to dig in after our 'Cubing' activity, but I thought about how we have only known Mr. Daulton for 2 weeks which made me nervous. The cookie looked fine, but looks are a mask for baleful ingredients. For all I know he could have thrown in a cup of toxic waste into the batter. Just as I finished this thought, Blake Moore took a hefty bite out of his cookie and everyone followed, except me.After class everyone wasn't feeling too well. I still had my cookie in hand because this was still all too suspicious. All 23 students from my class were sent to the office or home due to dizziness and nausea. As the day went on and kids went through Mt. Daultons class, all my classes got smaller and smaller until it was me and a few sick kids who refused to go home. As the few of us sat in our th period history class with Mr. Winslow, I noticed my classmates looking like a fate worse than death. Suddenly I realize a faint growling coming from the other side of the room and a glaze on Hannah;s face that was focused on Winslow, but not in an attentive student wat more of a "I havnt eaten since Sunday" look. At that moment I realized my suspicions were correct. Mr. Daulton had turned the Jr. class into brain craving zombies. I quietly but quickly snuck out of the room as my zombified classmates began to devour Mr.Winslow. As I started running for my car I noticed Trace running as well.I prayed he had the same suspicions I did. Then I noticed the cookie in his hand as we ran and stared silent till we got to his car. we then discussed how we both had a funny feeling about these cookies from the start. From then on we made a zombie proof plan for the week which is all we needed at that moment. We would later go on to figuring out how to either un-zombify our friends or fight until humanity was restored to normal."