My Leaders

I really like our president. He is really nice, has several daughters, and a dog named Bo. Lots of people think that these are bad reasons to vote for somebody to be president. However, I don't really know much about anything besides the things that I value, things such being kind, courageous, loving my family and friends, and laughter.

 

He reminds me of my Grandfather. My Grandfather is really Rad. Even though my Grandfather thinks Obama is a very bad president, if he were to come to his house, I know my Grandfather would be super stoked. 

My Dad is a very good leader. He is the wisest, most courageous person I know. He is like Alfred P. Doolittle mixed with Gandalf. 

Brother Wind

 Today I took my little sisters to the library and read a book about brother wind. It is a book that details the actions of a young southern black girl on her quest to capture the wind, who is depicted as a blue airy type with a stick. My sister wandered off to indulge herself in what appeared to be a spiritually destructive "Dora the Explorer" game. I read on to discover that the particular Caucasian who authored "brother wind"had some very strange ideas about what African-American people choose to do in their free time.

  

I want to share a poem:

I approached the edge of the peir

and fell off

into the water

where I sank into

the water

whose cold, icy hand

was chilling

and had a cooling effect

on my heart

and I felt the pain

of being in the wet dank grasp

of something to which I had to submit

because I couldn't find a ladder

because I couldn't see

because my contacts fell out

because I have oddly shaped eyeballs

Look at Your Shoes

Today I realized that my shoes are not appropriate for social situations such as attending school. Adjectives my shoes met with today include "Douchey, dumb, cheap, sad, and poser" I would buy a new pair of shoes, but as I am trying to cultivate an image amongst my friends as being someone who doesn't care about appearances, I feel that I am going to silence that urge for the time being.

 

This is a picture of me in New Orleans. I went there to hear good music and see art. Some people think I went there to have sex and drink beer. Although these are both pursuits that appeal to me, being that I am a Christian, and didn't have any money to purchase either of these entertainment options, I found solace in a conversation with a drunk Irish immigrant. He was willing to look past my shoes.