Wow........music....it like....moves the soul. Unless it sucks....then it just frustrates you. But more importantly it moves the soul. I wish i knew more about it, but I do know that the bands i listen to, I love. From The Pixies to Anguish in Her Eyes, its all good as far as im concerned. Right now im big on Cru Jones, a band from south florida that blows my mind, Anguish in Her Eyes, my friends' band that I want nothing more than to see again and again, and to round it off ive been listening to tons of Coheed and Cambria lately....I think I could live on these 3 bands if i had to....

I havnt been writing much lately, due to an intense period of writers block. I just have nothing to write. I dont want to force it either, cuz thats when the crap starts to flow....soon enuff I hope to be back to my poetry writing self.

Arg!!

The day needs about 6 more hours in it i think. With these 6 magical new hours each day i think i would be able to finally the things that i want to. Ive decided to devote this space to something that i wish i still could do and that I love very much, scouting....chances are it will bore the hell out of anyone who reads it, so consider urself warned.

Recently i realized how much i missed my friends from scouts. Whether you know it or not, I was in scouts for a long time and am an Eagle Scout. I value my time with that organization very much, as it was an outlet for a different kind of person that who I usually am. Its very hard for me to explain what scouts really is, because its true nature is so far from the "help the little old lady cross the street" its rediculous. Scouts was a proving ground for me. Let me put it this way, each year there is a new 'crop' of scouts that enter the troop, and are young, at the age of 11 or so. These kids have to learn to co-exist and even co-function with kids up to the age of 17. Now from the view of the 14-17 year olds these new kids are a hassle, they are whiny brats who need to prove their usefulness or have the living shit beat out of them on a regular basis. Out of a group of 10-15 new kids from none to about four will make to the age of eighteen as a scout. The ones who are left are undoubtedly either the best, or most stubborn kids out there. When the dust settles, the one who are left have forged a bond that can't be broken and have preformed for pranks and done more things than they can even remember. Its like a localized, temporary Lord of the Flies, and for a while, I was King. As you can tell I am dedicating this post to scouting and my friends Ive made...

One of the first guys i made friends with was Joe, a great guy, cool and full of charisma. Everyone loved this kid. He was a year or two older than me but we became fast friends, owing to the fact that we played on the same baseball team when were in T-Ball. Joe made Eagle rank and was a role model to me. He was the best leader the troop ever had. He later joined the National Guard to get some free schooling. Now he is in Mississippi being trained to be sent to Iraq at the end of summer....needless to say, Im not very happy about this and everytime i say fuck the war this event could be attributed it.

My other closest friend I made in scouting was John Bauman. He joined a year after me and took to scouting real quick like. John was a rocker with a huge soft side. He loved Metalica and was quite the muscian, playing trumpet, bugle, bass, and a little guitar. I think he now has been accepted into Rowan's music department for his trumpet playing. Me and John have cause much more than our fair share of trouble back when i was still a member of the troop. John just recently earned his Eagle and his Court of Honor for it was just yesterday and pretty much what prompted this.

Matt Massino is a hilarious kid, and would have been a closer friend had he been a few years older, but as he was my brothers age we wernt as close as we otherwise would be. He was not so much a leader as my other two good friends, his people skills were pretty much devoted to making fun of them in the best ways possible. He created catch phrase after catchphrase, and was always fun to talk to. Matt , at just 14 still has lots of time left in the troop.

Basically the point of this is that scouts brought lots of people together who would normally never had hung out and crafted unbreakable bonds of friendship between them. And for a year and a half I was the head of it all, a bunch of kids, about 20 or them, looked to me for what to do, and by god i led them with as much skill as I could, with John as my assistant. And when john was elected leader after i stepped down I was pleased to see him run things just as well. Now my own brother is assistant to john's assistant and if trends follow, my brother with be in a postition that chaged my life 3 years ago.....

Basically im tired now....and bored....and if anyone made it this far, then im sorry there was no point to it, but I needed to write that down....good night everyone

So yesterday I hung out with Erica for the first time in God knows how long.... We went thrifting and I helped usher in her eventual murder at the hands of her parents by talking her into getting her vertical (i cant spell this word), basically her lip. It looked really sweet and we went all over showing it to ppl before her parents rip it out. It was a lot of fun, and I hope I get to see her again soon. Im sure I would see her much more if took a more active role in my freinds lives, but as it is, I hardly have time to move during the week and on the weekends im searching desperatly for a job, something i found that I suck at. But what can you do. Life moves on whether I bitch and complain or not.....And I am begginning to realize that I dont have time to bitch....So i better stop now

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Word yo. Ok, so I was informed recently by Kristen Ward that a xanga was not supposed to be for poetry, I am supposed to be using it as a journal. And since she is the one who got me to start this thing in the first place, I'll respect her suggestion, at least for the time being.

So today I had class. Again. From 8am to 1pm I learned about physics and forces and loads of other crap im sure ill need someday. Everyone in the class is really nice, even the teacher isnt that bad, but I remain away from them because they really just dont feel like friends. I feel kinda in a void because of this class. I dont have the time to do the things I want. I would have much rather have just gotten a job. Beyond, nothing happend to me....things rarely do. I think thats why I dont really keep journals, I dont consider what happens to me to be worthy of writing down....We'll see how long this keeps up.

Peace out, Love you all.