I like 100 things today

In no particular order here are one hundred things that pop into my head that I like. 100.)sneezing 99.)modest mouse 98.) chipotle 97.) Alex Pardee 96.) making lists 95.) blogger 94.) apple Inc 93.) rasputina 92.) rats 91.) plain canvases 90.) painting those plain canvases 89.) ps3 88.) Skylor 87.) pandora 86.) Regina spektor 85.) piano 84.) swimming 83.) Skyrim 82.) torey hayden 81.) acoustic guitar 80.) she is love 79.) guys who will sing to me, no matter how awful they sound. 78.) Luna moths 77.) my cubicle 76.) my red ford ranger 75.)my name 74.) Landon Pigg 73.) sweat pants 72.) not going to school 71.) math 70.) Netflix 69.) drawn together 68.) cats 67.) iced tea 66.) taking pictures 65.) smoking 64.) listening to soft music while it's raining 63.) the thought of dolphins and other sea creatures in space 62.) feet 61.) having someone kiss my neck or my lower back 60.) being born a healthy enough child 59.) maverick menthols 58.) my family 57.) short hair 56.) texting 55.) suspenseful movies 54.) finding nemo 53.) my bed 52.) weekends, vacations 51.) sneezing, again, i really like sneezing 50.) parks 49.) babies 48.) onion rings 47.) stuffed animals 46.) Bonfires 45.) roller coasters 44.) laughing 43.) doodling 42.) the elderly 41.) psychology 40.) my life 39.) being pale 38.) fishing 37.) strawberry milkshakes 36.) Zelda 35.) n64 34.) my hair 33.) cello 32.) being called princess 31.) purses 30.) flowers 29.) worms 28.) the sound of glass jingling together 27.) poetry 26.) black 'n' milds 25.) highland square 24.) matches 23.) peanut butter 22.) jäger 21.) death cab for cutie 20.) cracking my knuckles 19.) driving 18.) the woods 17.) coffee shops 16.) ruby gloom 15.) cheese 14.) talking 13.) mascarra 12.) playing games such as hide 'n' seek, tag,cops and robbers, simple old school games 11.)star gazing 10.) neutral colors 9.) my glasses 8.) roller bladeing 7.) breakfast 6.) cuddling  5.) sweet pea 4.) dancing like a spaz 3.) June 2.) caramel 1.) being left alone sometimes ^.^ *BONUS* I really like acrylic nails.

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This isn't bailey, this is joe, her long lost uncle who recently found the lost city of Atlantis. Now that you know who I am let me start by saying that chicks dig my massive hands,especially bailey haha. U know sometimes u just need to sit back and listen to this completely interesting blog thing that bailey wanted me to write this, cuz she knows how amazing at this junk. But bottom line bailey is frickin awesome well back to finding atlantis. Amen.

Leik wtf are trees?

So the reason I made a blog in the first place is to get out what's on my mind whenever I feel like it. I've always tried to write "novels" because I LOVE writin but I'm not a great writer. If I really want to focus I can write a very well written short story but I don't have the patience or intellect to write a novel. So I figured heck, well with a blog I can write all the time however much I want, how in depth I want, and about whatever I want and I'm like oh boy! Sign me up! I can write about how the economy sucks or I could write about shoes or video Games or even dust bunnies!! An no one has to read it but people are able to read it or if they find it interesting they may. And I can save all my thoughts and reflect upon it later on. so what going on right now? I'm at east of Chicago, I don't know if that's a national restaurant or not but it's a pizza place. I'm with my school. Not all of my school though because I go to a k-12 school. I'm with about 22 people. That's our whole high school. There's a boy, he is a senior, his name is Luke, I'd rather refer to him as captain tard face. So Captain Tard Face keeps picking on me because instead of eating I'd rather blog. I can't help it that I love to blog. It my new favorite thing. And he's poking fun at our table, which consists of me, and three girls, Zelda, Pikachu, and Monopoly. We all have phones and iPods out. He thinks it's ridiculous but looking at him now he's fiddling around with an iPod touch. So Captain Tard Face sits next to me in class and he's so annoying. He's almost 19 but he has the mentality of a six year old. He's always singing, which I normally wouldn't mind if he wasn't do terrible at it. Not only that he's always making sound effects like "zing" "whoosh" "bang" "pow!" and he's always constructing some weird device. He spelled his name out of pop tabs. He's strange. And I'm okay with strange if he wasn't also plain ol' mean. ANYWAYS now we, as in we I mean my school and I, are driving around a lake. Strange. Anyways. I'm tired. Hope you've enjoyed this, ignore spelling errors I'm on an iPhone. Also if you didn't enjoy it, mleh >:[

Some kinda bullshit

As William Shakespeare once said, "Honesty is the best policy, if I lose my honor, I lose myself." however it is desperately difficult to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with others. I suppose there is a time where trust is obsolete but love is absolute. I self destruct every relationship so that I don't get hurt, butin the long run I just end up hurting myself worse. However I find the most important ingredient we put into any relationship is not what we say or what we do but what we are. And if our works and our actions come from superficial human relation techniques- otherwise known as the personality ethic- rather than our own inner core- also known as the character ethic- others will sense the duplicity. We simply won't be able to create and maintain the foundation necessary for effective interdependence. But doesn't it seem that man is sometimes extrodanarily, passionately in love with suffering? Love is a battle, love is a war, love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is about growing up. A man doesn't have to be handsome for someone to love him, but he is handsome to that individual because they DO love him. I am me, I am as the lord made me and since he is satisfied, so am I. There is no age limit for romance, and love see's no color. We can not see love, but we can realize it, and sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye. And sometimes the heart has reasons that reason does not understand. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they dint love you with all they have. To love and be loved is one of the greatest enlightenments you can experience. But to love YOURSELF is the greatest power, it is the means to overcome the world. A real love story will never have an ending.

Taco debate

So sitting at school, lunch. I go to a private school, so there is only about 20 people in the lunch room which is new to me, coming from a public school where there used to be around 400+ people in the lunch room. ANYWAYS, the big discussion in the lunch room is hard taco shells. They shatter when you bite them. And if they crack they'll leak taco meat sauce stuff. And then they scratch up your mouth. So we've figured, well I figured that if you crush them up like a taco salad it makes them tolerable. However, we all agree soft tacos are better.

Dafuq is time?

Time. Time. Time. What's present? When is present? Now? No that's the past already, now? No, again, already the past. So there is past and future, no present, there is no now because NOW is already THEN, two seconds in the past. What about the future you can say in two seconds that'll be the present for one second, but then fractions of that second pass by and that fraction is in the past. Also, are you able to say the futures the present when it's still the future and when we know there's no present? These are the thoughts that run in my head all day and all night and it confuses me because there is really no answer. It'll keep me up all night. I won't sleep, instead I'll spend the time trying to figure out an answer or maybe word the question differently but this one has stumped me. For a good year or so it seems to have gone in circles in my mind. What's your thoughts? Do you have any? Think about it, is it just me?