Dang Those Orange Skies Over Sunset Beaches

This is not a true story.  This is based off a dream I had a couple days ago. (probably a result of copious amounts of Jimmy Eat World and Terry’s Chocolate Orange)
    I got another letter from my family today. 

        Dear Lukie,
            How are you doing?  I bet the weather over there is giving you something to smile             about.  It is snowing here in the middle of May!  Your dad and I miss you, we worry about you constantly.    Did you find a place to live? Have you made it big yet? When is our first check coming in? Ha ha, just know that you always have a home here.

We love you so much,
Mama Llama and Papa-sama

    Simple enough questions that have equally simple answers, yet I hesitate to reply to them.  How do
you tell your parents that you are alone, broke, have no where to go, and that you worry not only where
you are going to sleep tonight, but if you are going to be able to eat tomorrow?

    I left literally with a dream and a prayer, California dreaming in my eyes.  Looking back to when I hopped on the Grey Hound for Venice Beach, I wonder how I could have been so naive.  It was my pried that got me out here, and it is pride that keeps me here.  I know that.  If I had any logical thinking in my head I would run back home with my tail between my legs. 

    I should have taken the “safe” route.  I was going to school.  I had a job.  I had a roof over my head.  The safe route has never been my style.  Now I remember why I’m here.  As I saw it my choices were to stay, most likely gotten a decent job and an education, find a nice girl and settle for middle-class suburbia, and have a good life.  There is nothing wrong with that ... Still.

    Option number two was to take advantage of life, and indulge in everything the world has to offer.  There is a very good chance of failure along with emotional, physical, and economical bankruptcy.  All that risk for the chance to get up, start the ignition and play my little part in something big.  Then I’ll accept with poise and grace as they draw my name from the lottery.  The classic American success story. 

    With the arrival of this letter comes a rare second chance at this decision.

        Dear Mom and Dad,
      You might not get that check for a while now, but things are starting to look good.  I am having a great time out here.  Yeah, coming out here was almost all worth it for the weather.  I love you and miss you every day.  Tell JJ I say hi.

With much love,
Luke 

Trainwreaks

Hey I almost have enough money to buy a flip camera!  I want to get one because they are pretty cheap, simple, small, easy to use, and best of all they don't have any cords you can lose!  The camera just has a little USB attachment that 'flips' out so you can just plug it straight into your computer.  The saddest thing is that they actually have better picture quality then my current full sized camera (yeah it's a cheap one but still...)

I am not planning on being the next J.J. Abrahms ... Abrhams... Abarahamasmash... (the Avatar guy... no not that Avatar, the good one with the blue people).  I just want to make little videos on Youtube.  I'm thinking of doing a exercise/weight loss thing.  If you know me personally, you will know that I have plenty of X-tra Xman to take off, so the channel will be for me too.  I know a lot of workouts, and how you should do things from football. 

Ok, you can stop laughing now, Imma be sombody *sniffle*  Imma... Imma gonna be dat next big intranetz star like that Justin Beiber dude!  Ha ha anyway, I just mainly want to do it for fun, like I do this for fun.  It's not like anyone actually reads this, and it's not like anyone will actually watch my videos.  Yeah I would like to make a name for myself, and I figure I might as well try.  I know how things are going to go if I do nothing.  That's right they'll stay the same.

If nothing else, I want to change things up.  I remember a Luke (yeah that's my real name, it's prolly in my profile anyway) that was actually fun.  I remember a Luke that was up for crazy things.  Not crazy stupid or crazy dangerous, and sometimes not crazy illegal, but just fun things like answering the phones at Wal-mart without even working there.  I remember a Luke that had tons of friends and was doing something every weekend.  Heck, I remember a Luke that didn't breath hard for a minute after running up the stairs.

I want to be hot!  (this is my vain moment I'm going to take for myself)  I have come to the conclusion that I am not a bad-looking guy, and if I was in shape I would be irresistible!  I want to walk into the name-brand department stores and know that I'll be able to fit into something there.  I want to have cool jeans, or more like I don't want to wear those fugly blue jeans from target or some ... stupid!  I want to be able to take off my shirt when I go to the pool and only worry about getting burned and not what other people are thinking.

So I want to go back to the Luke I was in high school... not entirely, I have improved a lot in every aspect except physically and socially since then, but I need to get those two things back.  I've heard that change only occurs when the pain of staying the same overcomes the pain of changing.  I believe I have finally passed that retaining wall of that stupid law of inertia thing. 

I am going to go on a church mission in ... hold on a sec... four months and 36 days.  I'd like to not be dead of too much strain on my body, so I should be in at least decent shape for that. 

Right now I weigh... should I tell you guys this?  It's kinda personal, but I'll just say it anyway.  Know that I was an offensive lineman for 9 years, and I am a big guy to begin with.  So last time I weighed myself (about a week ago) I weighed 307 lbs.  I think my optimum weight, where I would be like chiseled and whatnot would be about 220 lbs, but my goal weight to reach 240 by the time I go on my mission.  So 67 lbs in 4 months and 36 days.  I think that's possible... is that possible?

Anyway, in conclusion, the reason I titled this "Trainwreaks" is because that was the song I was listening to when I started writing this.  It's by Weezer and it is my current favorite song.  Also, while I'm at it, go look up "Fill Her Up" by Sting, and "Uncle Jonny" by The Killers.  Two excellent songs that inspired me as I wrote this.

Here is what the flip camera looks like:

 Love you more than Jessie's Girl!

Benediction

Willingly caught in a fire
The building is about to collapse.
Remembering reasoning of reaction,
efforts persist.

Red devils masticate support beams
gnashing everything to dust.
Their snarling, snapping, snacking
could not drown out her prayer.

Angels came to her
Their flashlights through the smoke
look like a train coming through a tunnel.
mechanical men give her strength to move.

Down the stairs,
through the hall,
"Stop! what's that?"
Ceiling crunch and fall.  

Did we ever make it home?
Burns under bath-towels bade yes.
But no cotton-polyester can hide
what was lost in the flames.

A light went out
in that smoldering mound
God bless him
he is on his train
and he has left.

Am I Just Crazy?

So... HEY!!! I realized that in a way I am putting more than just random rants down here.  They are examples of my writing in the form of Personal Narratives. . . yeah. . . ok I know it's a bad attempt of dodging any real work at writing.  

I have a little anecdote for you today. I am currently... woah, why did my font just change?  Ok we're back.  So I am currently attending college.
  Luke *whoops* I mean "zefrenchxman" (rolls right off the tongue) what school do you go to huh huh huh?  Please tell us, me and my two hot female twenty-something friends really want to meet you!!!  
Fine, I'll tell you where I go *deep breath*  I go to Brigham Young University in Provo Utah.
  ... Oh... that weird religious school... BYU where the girls are girls and the boys are too... Otherwise known as Breed em' Young University.  We'll be busy for the next... forever.
Aw dang! You see why I don't tell you guys things?

Continuing with the story.  I really needed (and still need) to study for this paper that I have to write tomorrow.  I headed to my normal study spot to read the rest of the novel we are writing on, but my spot was taken!  This is a serious problem for me because I have very specific requirements for my study spots.
1) Must have an outlet for my laptop
2) Must be next to a window (I love nice views)
3) <preferably> must be secluded
I proceed to walk down every single hallway in this building looking for that perfect spot.  Nook after nook was taken.  Did everyone have a paper to write?  Even my backup building was taken.  To make a very long not-so-interesting story short, I ended up just coming back to my apartment after walking over a mile (I have a pedometer, I know).  

Once I got back, I decided to clean out the sink since the stink was getting a little dizzying.  I just got finished.  I was planning on reading at like one o'clock this afternoon.  Right now it's four.  Naturally the best thing to do now is to blog about it right?  

I have a question for all of you.  If I'm studying somewhere and someone sits by me or at the same table or whatever, I don't mind.  However, if I am looking for a place to study and there is someone at a table, I will not go sit at that table.  Is that weird?  Also do you have any weird quirks about how/where you study, like my list up above?  Anyway, I really REALLY need to get to work, so I'll wrap this up.

Love you guys more than those women love me after they figured out I go to BYU!