How to Cry

Step One

Bottle up all pain that you feel and hold it in for as long as you possibly can.

Step Two

When your bottle can hold any more pain, uncap it.

It feels so good to let all the pain flow out through the purest and simplest way humanly possible...        a tear.

Moon

I've always thought that the moon is beautiful.  I used to watch it from my bed room window when I couldn't sleep.  It just seemed to calm me and loved the feeling of peace that it gave me.  I love how it looks, I love the faint glow it gives during the night, and how pure and white it looks in the black sky.  But I've always wondered how something so majestic could be so far away.  It makes me envious that it can show its beauty from so far away.  I also wonder what the moon is.  Scientist say that its just a gray rock that orbits our planet, but I want to believe that it's more that.  I want to believe that man never stepped foot on the moon.  That man never tainted its radiance by stepping on it.  I want to believe that it's not just a rock, but that its brilliance comes from within it and that it's alive.  I want to believe that I might be able to walk on it someday, but I wonder what I would think if I did.  I'm scared that if I walk on it I might discover that it's just a bare, gray rock floating in the middle of no where.

SPACE CAMP

I remember going to space camp.  I remember the other kids that were there with me.  I remember orientation and getting assigned to a space ship.  I remember my crew and the brave faces they put on when we received our mission.  I remember being the pilot.  I remember my captain.  I remember being nervous when she talked to me about what route we were taking.  I remember her touching me and telling me that I was good at flying the ship.  I remember things going wrong.  I remember being attacked by enemy fighters.  I remember my captain yelling at me to do evasive maneuvers.  I remember panicking.  I remember being trapped and then boarded by aliens.  I remember being shot at. I remember her getting taken hostage.  I remember pain from the laser hitting me in the leg as I watched them drag her away.  I remember confusion, anger and frustration as the surviving crew realized what had just happened.  I remember the first officer taking command and organizing a rescue mission.  I remember climbing back into my chair touching the controls of the ship.  I remember flying the ship once again, but this time she was crippled and difficult to control.  I remember landing on enemy grounds.  I remember being a part of the rescue team.  I remember not getting a phaser because I wasn't a security guard.  I remember sneaking into the base and rescuing the captain.  I remember picking up a phaser from a dead alien and joining the fight.  I remember escorting her back the the ship were she was in command once again.  I remember finishing the mission.  I remember flying my cripple space ship back to control.  I remember the captain thanking me for rescuing her.  I remember her telling me how brave I was.  I remember a soft warm hug and a peck on my cheek as she said goodbye.  I remember wishing that camp wasn't over.  I was 10 years old and desperately remember wishing that space ships and aliens were real just so I could have an adventure for a little while longer.  I wish I was 10 again.

Mama's Sandwiches

This post goes out to my friend's mom for making me a couple of delicious sandwiches. Thank you so much, they were so good.  If we knew each other better, then I would go to your house and give you a giant hug.  I know that sounds weird, but those sandwiches really were dang good.  I tried my best to make them last and savor every bite, but as soon as my teeth sank into them, they were gone.  That was a really sad moment that day.  I thought that I heard my heart crack a little.  Please make them again soon.  Not a day goes by that I don't crave the juiciness of one those sandwiches.  I'll try to patiently wait, but I don't know how long I'll last.  Love you lots and thanks again.

Why Astronauts Shouldn't Eat Baked Beans

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6MnCSlVXEw

What a weird commercial.  I liked it but it is really random...enjoy :)

Dear Satan,

     Please stop tempting me and trying to kill me, I don't really like when you do that sort of thing.  I'm only a teenager and would like to live a little bit more before I die and you try to take me.  Also I would rather go to heaven and not hell, so stop tempting me to do bad.  I know that you want me to go down with you but I'd rather not.  Hell seems so undesirable and I hear that it's like a thousand degrees down there.  That sucks.  I think that the only reason that you want to tear others down and bring them to your level is because you're jealous of the good people who get to go to heaven.  That's it, isn't it?  Whatever Satan, just because you're jealous doesn't mean that you act like a jerk.  When I die I hope that we don't have to meet, because if we do, I will probably kick you right in your sack.  Stop tempting and killing me!

-Archer

My Music

I know that I don't have a lot of songs on my playlist, I just don't have a lot of time to add to my grooveshark account.  I'll try to add more to my playlist, even though I bet that no one really listens to my music selection.  Music is important and we should try to use it to connect us more.  Hope you enjoy my songs, I know that I've enjoyed some of yours :)