They have naked girls in Playboy magazine?

Possibly one of the greatest bonding events in Port Huron youth history has returned. And it never skipped a beat. That’s right kids, I played Dodgeball last night. Core ball too, around 40 people or so. Never has a game been played that embraces every ethnicity, political or religious view, and opinion like Dodgeball. And if you play Dodgeball, you see the same people in your everyday life too, and since your part of this half-way secret society of enthusiasm and jocularity, your automatically friends.There’s freedom in this game. If you feel chained to the everyday grind and hustle, come and be liberated!

Filed under: Whatever , Dodgeball, Freedom, Friends, Halfway Secret Society, Liberation, Playboy Magazine, Port Huron, The Best Summer Ever

It’s funny how you find you enjoy your life when your happy to be alive

The best present you can give someone is time. Invest time in people if you want to be happy.

What are you waiting for? Go do something with your life!

History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it.

Filed under: Whatever , action, Friends, Time

Last time I checked playing frisbee has the same effects as chicken noodle soup

Said by a sweet, sweet man.

“The Ringer” is a good movie. I recommend it. I think I will flex my arms at girls I have a crush on from now on whenever I say “Hi”. It worked for Glen.

A few of my friends are gettin’ hitched. Some are moving away soon. What a world! Time flies baby. Don’t let it pass you by, or you’ll be the guy asking “Where’s the ice cream?”

I love you friends.

Filed under: Whatever , Friends, Love, Marriage, Time

Heaven is when I don’t have to take my pills

I miss my Dad alot today. More than usual. Probably because he sends me awesome emails like this few sentences we’re part of:

“Saw the Goodyear blimp flying over Akron, OH too. Lot of interesting stuff goes on out here. I should write a book. I’ll call it “My Fabulous Life” and it will be the best coloring book published in years.”
-My Dad

I hate not getting along with friends. No matter who’s wrong or right, I’m praying that God would show me the err in my way, and how I can change. Too often do I judge or make assumtions. Cut it out Brent!

Filed under: Whatever , Dad, Friends, Hate, Judge, Love, Quotes

Rehab is for quitters

I want to move forward, but I don’t wanna give up what I have. It seems like alot of people can move on with there lives, move towards a goal, and slowly develop a new beginning in another city or state straight out of high school. I’m going to do that probably, and it will be fun and new and exciting, but I it takes sacrifice to get there, and it’s a big one.

I have stayed friends with all my buddies from high school, and made new ones here, and hang out regularly with friends. Logically it seems like the best way to get from one point to another is to work hard, and working takes time, and that’s time not spent with friends. I will say I am lazy, but I love creating and maintaining relationship too, I don’t wanna be a “hi, how are you. great, seeya next year!” kinda fella. But I realize in some cases it’s inevitable.

Let’s stay close. Okay?

Filed under: Whatever , action, Friends, Rehab, Slacker, Time

Loose lips will blow up the moon

I’m reading C.S. Lewis’ “Suprised by Joy”. I’m not a fan of old english talk, like in the movies “Emma”, “Sense and Sensibility” or “Pride and Prejudice”. But I’m getting into this book. He tells stories with so much substance, he ties every loose end when describing an experience of his or the history of something. I astutely recommend his literature

I just finished a journal. It’s been 4 years or so filling this one up with quotes of people i know and of people i dont know, bible verses, book references, prayers, songs, writings, ideas, unfinished short stories, and everything in between. I agree with the theory that keeping a journal helps relieve stress and is good for mental health, but the real reason I started is because I’m scared to forget. I hate feeling like I’m oblivious to my screw-ups. As I continue to grow as a person, there are certain personality quirks and bad habits that I’ve quit and overcome, only to have different ones to take the old habit’s place. But thats life, perfection is unattainable. But striving for it sure feels liberating.

I love conversation with friends about both everything and nothing that go on and on forever. I like jokes too. Man, people are funny. I have great friends

Filed under: Whatever , C.S. Lewis, Comedy, Conversations, Emma, Friends, Journal, Loose Lips, Pride and Prejudice, Quotes, Sense and Sensibility, The Moon

The Quintessential Double Standard

Your not gonna wanna read this one.

In my ongoing pursuit of being genuine, real, and honest with people, some things you just can’t win at.

If your a girl and are seeing a friend of mine, I wanna be your friend to not just to make sure your legit but so we can co-exist and share my friend. There are certainly lines that aren’t crossed like hanging out one on one, but besides that I’d strike up a conversation with you at a party or if we are all hanging out somewhere. That can be seen as flirty though. And even girls I’m not interested in, which is every girl right now, I’m gonna be nice to you and treat you like everyone else, cause I like people and there’s something cool about everyone whether you think so or not. The only way we won’t be friends is if you don’t wanna be. But It can be seen as flirting or bein’ a player, and I’m not out to play anyone.

I’d hate it if one of my boy’s girls didn’t like me or our group of friends, cause that just makes things worse with that friend if you have to fight for time. Just keeping adding to the group of friends. I enjoy becoming friends with my boy’s girl. You see it in the movies too. Like in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”, when Cameron and Sloan are searching for Ferris at the parade, they are holding hands as they run around looking for him. Sloan is Ferris’ girl Cameron, Who do you think you are? One might say they don’t want to get lost in a crowd. That’s a little too close for me. But we can be friends. And that’s the point, things aren’t honky dory like the movies: there are actual relational stigmas that some people can’t overcome. (Or maybe more importantly that shouldn’t be touched period.)

Another one is being friends with someone after you have been in a romantic relationship. I’ve tried, but it’s hard. I just wanna break the mold and say “Screw it, It doesn’t matter. The past is the past.” But not everyone is gonna agree with you. So stigma’s will live on.

Oh! Another one is if you met someone along time ago and remember their name, but don’t think they will remember you, and you play it off like you just didn’t see them, I do that. And really it’s nothing to be embarrassed of. I mean, we’re human beings. Even if they don’t remember you, re-interduce yourself. It won’t hurt either one of you. I’m working on that too.

So I know it’s not much, but at the same time it means everything: Let’s be friends. It’s what I got (remember that).

Filed under: Whatever , Double Standard, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Friends, Genuine, Girls, Truth

It’s the glamour that kills

h, it’s too much!

So Charles and I started a video comedy troop: Horse Shoes and Hand Grenades (because we’re so close). And maybe it will be awesome.

“All the problems of the world stem from the inability of humans to sit still in a chair and think for 10 minutes”
-Blaise Pascal

Sometimes I lose vision. I get real excited and pumped for a cause/idea, and then tomorrow’s problems come along. It’s easy to get sidetracked when your A.D.D. like me. I can’t sit still for more than 10 minutes. Which made me think of the above quote. I believe in the science of optimisum, and that the only way to find what your looking for is to get up off the ground, quit complaining, and press on. I believe there is a God, who has love to offer, who will meet you where your at and grant you grace. Grace is unconditional, undeserved love and forgiveness, and that my friends is the only way we are gonna press on in this world full of hatred.

I bought the movie “The Jackal” today, and it was ok. And I feel like I could have given that $10 to the church offering or the Salvation Army or something. I always have these convictions about giving money. I don’t think I’m a conscious charity donor. Who am I to deserve to be born in America, you know?

Filed under: Whatever , A.D.D., America, Blaise Pascal, Brandon, Charles, Friends, Horse Shoes and Hand Grenades, Movies, Quotes, Salvation Army, The Jackal

So much for “so much more”

I wanna love.

I wanna give money to a homeless guy without thinking twice about whether or not he’s gonna use it for his next drink. I wanna remember that behind that homeless person is a man or woman that used to be a boy or girl.

I wanna love unconditionally. I wanna be the father, brother, friend of the prodigal son, waiting for that moment I see my boy, my brother, my friend, finally come home and truley cry and hold them like a day never went by between the heartache and before.

I wanna take the time for everyone, whether I’m late for something “important” or not; there are too many broken voices and not enough open ears.

I wanna remember every third-world boy and girl and man and woman, every day, and know that I don’t deserve to be a an american. (a spoiled american)

I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna

I wanna quit saying “I wanna” and start saying “I did”

I’m going to Bomako, Africa this August to help build a school and show people the love of Jesus Christ. In my spare time I’ll be documenting as much footage as I can making a film, so those who want to remember can.

I love you. Yes you.

Filed under: Whatever , action, Africa, Charity, Family, Friends, God, Jesus Christ, Lazy, Love, Poverty, Slacker