Lifescouts

Currently I am attempting to write a deeply insightful and "A" worthy paper about a vampire horror film "Let the Right One In" and it's correlation to a book called "The Bad Seed" which is about a child serial killer. Unfortunately, neither of these works really struck some inner passion in my soul and I'm finding it difficult to formulate exactly what these works illuminate about the greater world. You see, in my opinion, they illuminate very little simply because I don't have enough interest to truly figure out what it is the author/director is trying to illuminate.

So instead of writing my paper, I've decided to write about something that does inspire me and evoke some sort of passion in my soul. I've just recently (as in yesterday) found out about an ingenious company called Lifescouts. The company was created by a wildly successful British YouTube vlogger, entrepreneur, and singer/songwriter extraordinaire by the name of Alex Day. (If you haven't heard of him, I highly recommend you watch some of his videos, as they are extremely entertaining and will allow you to procrastinate AND enjoy yourself immensely at the same time). Anyway, the purpose of participating in Lifescouts is to collect badges which one can buy from the company for a mere £3 apiece, or in a pack of 5 for £10. Each badge depicts an activity that the buyer must accomplish in order to receive the badge. These tasks range from bungee jumping and skydiving to having a picnic and doing origami, and the goal is to collect as many of the total 100 badges as you wish, then sharing your experiences with others by writing about them.

The reason why I am so fascinated/excited about this company is that it gives you the perfect excuse to dare to try something you never have before. I've always said that skydiving is something I'll probably do one day before I die, but why not now? Lifescouts simply gives you the incentive to actually go out and do something completely new, meet new people, and make memories. 

I constantly imagine scenarios where I go out and do activities like skydiving, or visiting the Eiffel Tower, but what if I actually did those things instead of talk about them? I need to remind myself to stop living vicariously through my own overactive imagination and dare to try something I've always wanted to, even if it may seem outrageous. Anyway, that's my thoughts on the most recent thing in life that has got me excited to live it. I've also provided the link to the Lifescouts page if you want to check it out.

Cheers.

link: http://lifescouts.com/

Preliminary Post

Cheers.

So I guess this is a little late, but I thought I'd write a formal introduction post to my blog. Honestly, I'm not really sure what this blog will end up becoming and it's irrelevant to me if anyone reads it, but I genuinely enjoy writing and committing to a blog forces me to write daily/frequently, which, I believe, is the best way to become a good writer. It is, however, irrelevant to me if you think I'm a good writer or not. So read if you like it, or don't if you don't...

At some point I will probably explain the title of this blog and my alias/pen name/whatever you want to call it. But my purpose with this post is simply to say hello and loosely define what you can expect if you plan to read this blog. So, the following is a prospective list of topics/formats you can expect my posts to contain:

1. Daily thoughts/reactions based on what happens to me/what I do during the day.

2. Song lyrics and my commentary on them.

3. My own poetry.

4. Short stories posted in monthly or weekly (possibly daily if I suddenly experience a massive influx of free time) installments.

5. Commentaries on YouTube videos/movies I've watched.

And that's pretty much it. These posts are my thoughts and I've decided to share them with you. Take them or leave them. Feel free to give me feedback if something I say sparks some inner controversy in your soul, or simply read my words with a grain of salt.

Some disclaimers:

1. I believe sarcasm is essential to a healthy lifestyle and practice it frequently. 

2. I cannot claim or promise that something enthralling and irrevocably entertaining will occur in my life every day, nor that my thoughts will inspire you to be a better person or make life your bitch.

3. I will cuss.

4. I will not reveal my name or the names of anyone I refer to.

5. I won't reveal many "background" details of my personal life unless necessary to illuminate a point I'm making on a specific experience/theory.

6. The previous list of topics/formats for my blog are simply my best guess at this point and are subject to moderate to extreme change.

So, yeah. That's pretty much it. Cheers.

Dogs

I see you in everything. It's impossible to forget. Surely you must know that? So why did you pretend you had? I've been left for the dogs, but even they don't want me. I dress like them, but act afraid, and I've heard that they can smell that. I know I can. I breathe it in-- it's toxic-- the air around the memory of you (the shadow of you) and I know in the end it'll just kill me. But I breathe it anyway because I can't move away.

"You will never know how much I understand you."

Thinking

Thinking

I don't know what he's thinking

And I'll never know for sure

His eyes are not blinking

While mine seem to pour.

What is he thinking?

That I've forgotten him?

What is he thinking?

Love is paper thin?

I need to know his thinking

So I can change his mind

I need to know his thinking

I need to know his thinking.

But

I don't know what he's thinking

I don't know what he's thinking

I don't know what he's thinking

I don't know what he's thinking.

Thinking

Thinking

Thinking

Thinking.

The Bliss of a Fish

The Bliss of a Fish

There was a time when life was bliss

and the next day, I found myself a fish.

A fish was I, who knew no bliss,

And knew no pain, so I couldn't miss

You with your words and thoughts of gold.

You with whom I wanted to grow old. 

Love so real it made my heart bold.

And blind to the fact that yours had turned cold.

I swam and pooped like fishes do.

And knew no more of me and you.

In four years time, my gills breathed their last,

And all of a sudden, I remembered our past.

My scales were skin, my bowl was gone.

I was through with schools, ready to move on.

But one thing I missed, and this was bliss.

For in my hands, you were a fish.