Optometrist Josh

Unfortunately, I am somewhat squeamish when it comes
to lots of blood and big scars. Not to mention my eyesight
isn't up to par, so I wouldn't want to be any doctor that cuts
skin. I would almost have to be an Optometrist, since i have
had contacts since age 10 and glasses as far as i can remember.
I would be able to give good and accurate advice from experience.

20 ft. tall?

I would detest life if I was 20 feet tall. there would
be almost no clothing store that sells clothes to fit
me, no way for me to comfortably enter a building,
and in order to sleep id need more than 20 feet of
bedding. It would be a very hard yet interesting life.

Semi-Mind-reader

I find out more and more as the days pass that I have
a good tuition. I guessed exactly how many bracelets
were on my girlfriends wrist, the approximate year a
song was made (though not the band), and have a
good guess when it comes to upcoming buses and trains.
Rarely can I make a completely, way off, guess.

Italian Sandwich

I would create a spaghetti sandwich on garlic bread with
sausage replacing the meatballs. I'm always making
sandwiches out of any meal I eat with bread. So one
evening, while having sausage spaghetti, I found out it's
best when in a folded piece of bread.

The Kind Heart of Hers

Though it took some pain and time I caught
The most valuable thing that can't be bought
The heart of Ms. Acrie is finally mine,
And all it took was a "little" of my time.

Since around this time last year I have found
Myself infatuated with her, as my favorite noun.
And as we talked, I gained some space,
in her big warm heart, a wonderful place.

So now this wonderful prize is mine,
The title of her boyfriend, the feeling, sublime

Flying powers for an acrophobiac?

Yes, though one of my greatest fears is falling from high
heights, I'd very much like to choose flight as my super
power. It's better than most, because there is always
a way to use it, like reaching destinations faster, beating
traffic jams, and also saving people who are falling from
deadly heights without a parachute. This power, though,
would be used mostly for recreational purposes.

Man on the Moon

While I do still fear heights, I strangely yearn to venture the stars.
And while I can dream about it, the moon seems like a nice start.
Its not at all like Jupiter, it's far from hazardous in the astronomical
field actually. It's gravity also isn't far from ours so of course it seems
great. Only spooky thing about it would be that since there is ice on
the moon, does that mean there's life also?

Currency?

There are literally hundreds of ways of making money I'm sure,
however I don't know more than a job or fund-raising. There
are actually numerous companies that cater to your fund-raising
needs such as World's Finest which are most known for their
fifty cent chocolate bars sold for a dollar each. The job market,
so I've been told, isn't as simple as it used to be, and the jobs
are more scarce. Getting a job is hard work but rewarding if
enough effort is made.

Little Dragon

Scales so smooth, breath of flames,
Eyes of jade, it has no name.
Only that of little dragon makes it known to legend,
Bare, bejeweled, poison dagger is the deadliest weapon.

Steel forged in magma heat,
Cooled in fountain of youth,
Basilisk hide born is its sheath.
But be it tale, or be it sooth,

It shall stay imbued forever in time,
For, so it is said, in Earth it split lines.

Fall or Winter?

Hmmm... I can't choose between both fall and winter. I
mean the fall isn't as cold as the winter and can be more
sunny but it's sort of the gloomy, overcast weather that I
like about the two seasons. Both are mellow seasons
compared to that of the previous one, summer. Summer
is usually all party or trying to stay cool, so it's a nice
transition. There's also the fact that, since it's cold out, the
winter season is known as cuddling season. That's what
pulls me toward winter.

HOLE IN THE WALL!

There's a fun family show on nick called "The Hole In The Wall" that
I'm pretty sure it originated in Japan, but basically it seems really fun.
The object of the game is to get through the cut out shapes in the
foam wall as a family to get maximum points. Each person through
the wall gives their team 10 points. I'd really like to be in that game
because I love puzzles.

The Snake and The Spider

One hot Mojave day,
Whilest chasing its prey,
The fast Desert Viper,
Had fallen astray,

From his normal path,
That wasn't all hazardous,
Chasing the mouse he hath,
Forgot all thought patterns thus,
Leaving him in quite a predicament,
His face all riddled with such lament.

For he lost sight of his prey,
It has seemed to have vanished,
But from the ground something grey,
It seems, had been banished.

"What sorcery is this?"
He said with a hiss,
"Six long, hairy legs,
and the size of a man's fist?"
"I am an arachnid,
Tarantula to be precise,
and though I have six legs,
They are pure artifice."

"You see they were injured,
By a set of philanges,
Those not of an animal,
But of human species."
"Those humans," the snake hissed
"Such destructive beings!
Ten fold I've almost been death kissed,
By their cursed caravians."

So they both made a pact,
Yes a snake and cripled spider,
To pay the humans back,
With venomous disire.

Outdoor Life

To those who live in the jungle of concrete,
I'll show you a place more quiet, more discrete.
Nature is its name and it's not very far,
Its beauty astounding, its grace above par.

Let's start with the forrest a mystereous place,
Filled with wonder to discover at your pace.
Abundant in life, though most may be stagnant,
Trees are alive, too, don't take forrests for granted.

Next are the glorious bodies of water,
In different sizes, shapes, and yes, even color.
Some big, some small, some green, warm and roundish,
Some sparkle, some are dull, some are long, cold and brownish.
Though some may be similar or not at all the same,
Each body is teaming with life and are in the least plain.

Last but not least are the calm, soothing plains,
See space at night, in the mornings, cut grains.
Or just relax, calmly with not a care in sight,
Though, wishint you don't have to leave you might.

Four Years Ago

Four years ago I was only thirteen,
Not knowing more than what I've seen,
Barely starting to come into being,
At least to comprehension, such a tricky thing.

With my regression in retrograde,
I still had peach fuzz, no need to shave.
But now I've matured, sort of like wine,
To benifit myself and others likewise.

Monkey? For a Pet? I Dunnoooo

After seeing a couple of news articles where tourists at certain zoos were attacked and left scarred by monkies, I don't think a monkey would make a great pet.  Not only do they have the ability to snap, they are also very intellegent creatures that I don't think can be tamed as well as they need to be.

The Youngest Person I Know? ... Hmmm

Again, I'm not entirely sure, but a safe guess on whom the youngest person I know would have to be my mother's cousin's son, Damien.  He's, maybe, three years old, and in true toddler fashion, he has more energy than it takes to send a shuttle past the hemisphere!  Now if only we could bottle up that energy we'd make a fortune!

The Oldest Person I Know?... Hmmm

If I had to guess, I would say my great grandmother (on my mother's side) would be the oldest person I know.  Her nickname is Gran Gran and she's been around for a while (I don't exactly know for how long) but she's also holding on tight and I love her dearly.

My Dream Professional Wallpaper!

If I could paint anything on the walls of my bedroom, the door would have excellent graffiti, the celing would resemble the day sky, and the side walls would be the image of either mountains and an ocean, or a pleathera of buildings and skyscrapers.

No Flyball Bat!

There once was a baseball bat,
Owned by a magical,mystical cat.
Salem was the feline's name,
But baseball, however, was not his game.

Hit after hit the little young tyke,
Hit a few fly balls and then hit a strike.
He grunted, "Ahh! Curse this left, no, right arm!
Oh I know what to do, I'll cast a bright charm!"

So with the flick of his wrist, and wiggle of his tail,
Never would a ball hit by this bat ever fail.
"Wonderfull! Great! I am very pleased!"
"I bet you'll lose in football!", the others teased.

Salem tossed the bat aside and conjured some gear,
And since, the bat had been unused for 100 years!
However, a century after, a stadium was built upon,
The very same diamond Salem used to play on.

And while remodeling, the bat was found,
And a ball hit by the bat wound never touch the ground,
Nor be hit way up into the stands,
Its legend sung by marching bands.

But Salem returned and grew a green eye,
And reclaimed ownership of the bat who couldn't fly.

Lunch With Bleach?

If I could, I would probably have lunch with Tite Kubo, the creator of an anime named "Bleach" or the creator of an anime called "Soul Eater".  Why you may be wondering?  Well I want to be an animator so it would be nice to talk to someone with experience in the type of media that I wish to use to see how the animation industry is going and if I'll have a good shot with my ideas.

Meet My Siblings!

I have both a brother and a sister, though I only live with my brother.  My sister is a bit like me in the sense that we're both shy yet outgoing when comfortable enough, a bit of a geek, and a major cornball at times.  My brother, however, is the complete opposite of me.  Energetic beyond belief, and an extremely outgoing person.  He will start a full-blown conversation with a complete stranger!

Any pet you say?

If I could have any pet in the world it would have to be either a Ring-Tailed Lemur or a Desert Viper (tamed of course).  The lemur would have a near treehouse habitat, that way he can have the freedom to swing around.  The viper, however, wouldn't be as free.  It would be treated as any other snake but way cooler.

My deepest fear?

My two deepest fears are falling from great heights and aliens.  For the alien fear, it's only their given appearance that creeps me out.  Their big, buggy, black eyes and small thin frame is just unsettling.  My fear of heights, or acrophobia, is starting to lessen due to a four-seater plane ride and a ride on Space Mountain and The Matterhorn at Disneyland as you may have read in my "Bravery" post.  Soon I'll take on Goliath!... okay maybe just ninja.

Ambrosia!

I have actually thought of pursuing the culinary arts as a career choice, so I sort of have it planned out.  The place would either be called "Abrosia!" or "F.O.O.D." or something else cleaver.  One idea was to make a restaurant completely dedicated to sandwiches, with the exception of the occasional soup, salad, and kettle chips.  However, no one will eat a sandwich all of the time so it is slightly flawed in the sense that it's so strait forward.  The decor would have to either match the name (i.e. Ambrosia! would be almost royal looking.), or it will completely be the opposite (i.e. if it were to be named Blu it would be completely red.).

Tenacious Rex

  Imagine one night seeing a comet crash into your backyard and as you go to observe, seeing it fall apart, the blue flames exstinguish, and a small reptillian figure emerging from the rubble.  Well if this ever happened to me, the small dinosaur would be a pet of mine named Rex.  Common name I know, but it only seems proper.  Also the young, near avian creature would have to be kept out of sight, less it be subject to testing and experimentation.  So he might not get much sunlight, but he'll be safe none the less.  Although, if it does show malicious nature or anything of the such, I might have to put it down.  That would have to be the only negative points to having a pet dinosaur, well that and having the occasional scratch/claw marks on me and my clothes.  So besides the potentional negative outcome of the creature and  the dino-sized... droppings, I wouldn't mind actually keeping and caring for the little extraterrestrial being.

Bacon Breakfast Sandwich anyone?

Of the many ambrosial meals in my culinary arsenal, my Bacon, Egg, and Cheese Sandwich is perhaps the most tasted.  From everyone who has had one, I've had (within all modesty) nothing but compliments and the occasional encore.  One is usually constructed as followed unless it's requested otherwise.

I begin making the sandwich in seperate pieces starting with the bacon, then toast then eggs, since they cool off the fastest they'll be last.  To cut down on grease popping, I bake the bacon in a baking pan (one summer afternoon while cooking bacon on a stovetop, my cornea was assaulted by the burning grease, so cutting that down will certainly help me.)  Next while that is cooking, I toast the bread in a George Foreman Grill (don't judge.)  Next is the egg, cooked in a buttered pan with the yoke popped and seasoned with a sprinkle of seasoning salt, garlic salt, and black pepper.  I fold the egg's sides to make either an ovacular or rectangular shape to better fit on the toast.  The toast is takin out while the other side of the egg is cooking.  When the egg is cooked to the right extent (my cousin likes the yoke to be a little uncooked), it's put on the toast and iI check on the bacon periodically untill it's fully cooked.  When fully cooked, the bacon is patted dry and folded into a v shape and placed two to a sandwich.  Finally a sprinkle of cheese tops off the meal which should be eaten with orange juice or a clear soda (i.e. Sprite, Sierra Mist, Mountain Dew.)

Bravery

Have you ever been soooooo afraid of something that you stop moving?  Well I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the plane I was supposed to be going on.  It wasn't like an airline plane, oh no.  It was a small, four-seater plane and the pilot was an old Tuskegee Airman, and though I was honored, I was a little doubtful.  However, my little 8 year old brother was beside me so I had to bite the bullet and hop in the seat.  At first I was calm and collected, but then it took off and elevated rapidly (faster than I was used to anyways).  I could feel my heart gasping for freedom from my chest.  After about 30 seconds, which felt like 30 hours, the plane calmed and so did I.  No longer was I afraid of flying on a plane, and I now want to go after the treacherous rollercoaster!

If i had a hundred dollars? ... hmmmm

Hmmmm i really don't know what I'd do with the money.  I mean I could give it to charity, but which one?  There are litterally hundreds of charities... I could give one dollar to each but that's stupid... hmmmm.... I think  I would actually give it to either Komen for the Cure or the Keep a Breast Foundation.  Something of that manner, you know, to help cure diseases.

Do You Remember...

Do you remember how it feels to swim?
To be filled with happiness to the brim?
Allows you to think ever so clearly.
I enjoy this activity ever so dearly.

Do you remember the closest act to flying,
Blended with space, so you float without trying?
Do you remember its clear blue essence,
Brimming with animals that emit effervescence?

The giver of life that also gives joy,
Health and happiness it does deploy,
To every being, yes to her and to him.
So do you remember how it feels to swim?

There was something about the way she...

There was something about the way she walked,
The way she moved, the way she talked,
The way her voice, so softly drifted,
Just a graze of the ear, would leave me lifted.

A voice so fine, so sweet, so gracious,
That it left my mind so vacant and spacious.
Besides, of course, thoughts of us both.
And if you're special, that solemn oath.

To be within your heavenly gaze,
Coats my eyes with a wonderful glaze,
Leaves me in an oblivious haze,
For eons and eons, for days and days.

The first thing I want in the morning...

The first thing I want in the morning is sleep,
No shine of the sun,
Not a single peep.

To continue to sleep is a wondrous thing,
Until I wish to wake up,
The birds, they may sing.

So until, that is, that I decree,
"I wish to be awake",
Just leaveth me be.

For sleep is essential to a healthy being,
And in order to be healthy,
I needeth my sleep.

In this dream i was...

In this dream I was so free.
I fly like a bird, above all the trees,
The wind in my face, floor beneath my feet.
But unlike the bird a worm isn't my treat.

I don't know how i flew,
But one thing's for certain,
I'm enjoying too much to
Secrete any concern.

Sun shining so bright,
Not a care in the air,
No pain, loss, nor fright,
No theft, nor despair.

But in a quick flash,
My dream was all done for.
And like phoenix from ash,
My day starts all over.

I am

I am caring and happy.

I wonder about the things around me,
I hear the words,
I see the birds,
I want to fly about them.
I am caring and happy.

I pretend my world is docile,
I feel the world is hostile.
I touch, it's sick,
I worry a bit.
I cry, for common sense has drifted, yet,
I am caring and happy.

I understand the world's not perfect.
I say normality is a defect.
I dream of zest,
I try my best,
I hope for future tranquility.
I am caring and happy.