Cooley writing contest

I was recently awarded second place for a fictional piece I wrote a few years back called "Spine." I have to give the title credit from my oldest brother James who looked over it before I submitted it and gave me the better name. It was originally "Decadence," which looking back doesn't seem to apply as well. This was the first writing contest I have ever submitted any writing to, and I am extremely excited that anything I wrote was enjoyed or approved by anyone. I will be going to an award ceremony in the near future and am wondering if it is cool to find a date for a award luncheon? I am also looking forward to getting tickets to this years graduation who will have the guest speaker of Barack Obama, which is awesome.

A shave to remember

I have gained a fair amount of weight over this last winter, and as any dieter must know you generally need some type of cause. I figured it would be easiest to have a race, which now I've decided that I will get one final shave, after which it will be me against my beard until I get back to my featherweight of 175 pounds. I am currently at 183, and I figure returning to my previous running regiment will get me back on track. If you see me in the future with a ghastly beard you will surely see my uggo failure. The added weight of a continually growing beard might make my situation harder, but alas no one likes a chubby ZZ top.

Sadie Hawkin's dance?

I have been feeling rather pitiful with the oncoming Valentines day, which I am sadly alone for this year. I have none the less been asked by 3 different women to 3 different dances, and the last one being a Sadie Hawkins dance tonight. I do have to say that this is a positive and I only wish I could elate the beauty of there being a perfect song to follow.This being said, it should be dutifully noted that I rather miss the days of having that rushed feeling where I didn't know what to get a loved one. Over the next couple of days I will be traversing my mind over these moments I'm sure as I generally do. So here is a genuine melody to play in respect to the future of my pre-valentine night.

Vader Sessions

Twinkie Science

I have recently been listening to the podcast of the "The naked scientist," which are from Cambridge, they have a very young brand of science experiments that I find intriguing. I love the show because I have become so used to the grueling lab protocols and experiments that I'm glad to hear "Uncle John's Bathroom reader" styled questions answered. I was relating this to a dear friend of mine at school and she informed me of another group of scientist that do only tests on Twinkies. I have been a fan of twinkies as long as I could remember because growing up it was the perfect dessert to share with my Nampa(Grandpa), and always with a pepsi. These twinkie scientists conduct tests on the spongy treat and then put there results in Haiku form. Brilliant. I haven't delved too far into their website, but if you feel inclined for a better understanding of you favorite hostess in three lines feel free to check it out at:

http://www.twinkiesproject.com/

I might write a bit too much fluff in this blog, and sometimes the music itself should promote how I feel.

As of now I'm fingers-crossed for a chipper moment like this in the near future.

Leonid

My thoughts seemed to come as more of a continual epiphany this morning(4am) when I laid out on a random blanket found on the couch, and walked to the park next to my house to revel in the meteor shower. I stared up into the cooling constellations while looking at Leonid's fragments lighting up the sky. I should clarify this, and explain that in the end I only saw 3 shooting stars(meteorites) and was utterly freezing the whole time, but I've come to terms that it is in rare moments like this that life can become clear. I hadn't stared at the stars in years and it was in this moment that I started to feel that the glimpse of innocence I had been missing over the years was never too far away. I stared at each speckle of light and could tell I hadn't seem them in years, hadn't impressed upon myself that this was just as beautiful as it had always been. It is something to cash in on lately, to have some sort of constant to rely on.

I can always remember laying on hills as a kid (my feet toward the top of the hill, with the blood rushing to my head) and looking at the stars. If you could get to a point where there weren't any trees, or any excess in your sight but purely the sky, it was beautiful. It was in these times that I felt like I became the only medium between the stars and the ground where I laid. I was touching both at the same time, infinitely distant, yet cosmically connected. I was consumed by constellations and watching the stars blink along with myself.