who makes it official? every race has unofficial results... so the officials make it official. when a woman accepts a man's proposal (or vice versa) they make it official. sooooo... they just form a lawful union. laws make things official. an official works for the government. so an official is official. what about officers? official officials right? governments have official matters. official rules and regulations. formal... perhaps the marriage? an official invitation go the gala. so now that we have official made into an alien word. just look at it, looks funny dont it? by now anyway... i have an official question.

what makes products official. i mean, the official sponsor is obvious. nextel gave more money to nascar so nascar's championship (however odd) is now (officially) the nextel cup instead of the classic winston cup. what about other things? supposedly, or just according to their commercials, rbc centura is the official bank of "all life's journeys". what the hell is that supposed to mean? am i supposed to thank rbc for sponsoring my next odyssey to the bathroom? maybe the trek upstairs to my bed should be an occasion to thank rbc for their contribution... wait a second. did rbc pay to be the official bank of "all life's journeys"? if so, should i get payed for taking life's journey? no, they just claimed it. like if we landed on antarctica and claimed it. maybe... well if they are just the bank, shouldnt that leave the field wide open for other things? i want to know the beer thats sponsoring life's journeys so i can enjoy it. after all, they are sponsoring my trip to the bathroom. maybe i could challenge rbc centura to sponsor the journeys. that would be funny... unless they are paying for it. then i would sue for cash for my journeys though. so its really a win-win situation... isnt it? say i win custody of lifes journeys and the cost of energy skyrockets? im fucked then. hell, figure im fucked anyway.

im the official sponsor of life's akward moments... oh and i call sponsor of Skinny Peoples is Awesome too

Hey Y'ALL my name is Brooks. I like to say y'all a lot. I really love listening to the theme song of The Proud Family. Well, it is almost as good as Destiny's Child. I like all of their albums. And Beyonce is my idol.

Speaking of idolatry, I'm as skinny as a twig. Us skinny peoples have to stick together, though, so we don't blow away in the fields. That's why I've decided to form a club called SPA -- Skinny Peoples is Awesome. You know, you don't put an I for "is" in the abbreviation because "is" is a word that doesn't deserve that kind of shit. And I love grammar.

Okay back to SPA. We will have official meetings, activities, and innitiations. Mostly we will tie ourselves together while wearing fashionable clothing to avoid flying away and to look hot. But there will also be social dances, and financial meetings, because rope is so gosh darn expensive. Oh, and I left out one of the most important activities -- eating foods. We, the SPA, will eats foods because we have high metabolisms. And we look hot doing it. I'm a nice, thin boy.

I ususally write a lot, but sometimes when I get this whole bi-polar thing going on where my brain starts to feel like a girl named angela, I don't write as much. And I use punctuation and capitalization. And paragraph separations.

But back to myself. I am Brooks. I go to RCHS, the cool kid school. I'm a good writer. I like to write. But we love girls, don't we SPA? Hell yes we do. I like to give advice. I like to watch The Proud Family. I can make good metaphors. I like to talk online. I don't know if i have a job. My friend angela has a job at ae. She says it is hard, because she has to run around all day and such. I might have a job. Seems like I was a lifeguard. I can swim. And I was a life guard... for a five foot deep pool. I don't think this is a very good blog entry. Sorry, self.

Y'all, I am going to go, y'all. And write poetry. But first, I must say that my friend Angela is a really fun person and you should read her blog. Don't get impatient and not wait for it to load. Link to the right. Now i will go write poetry.

BYE Y'ALL

~written by angela

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ok so a couple of days ago we had a while to freewrite in english class. so by the glow of the monitor i relate to you, in all its green-penned wonder, and cause angela is making me... the freewrite (only slightly censored).
*original down to the punctuation*

Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah - All is fair... innn love.. haha songs been stuck in my head all day. THis is definitely for the blog. Freewriting... God bless it. She actually gave us subjects to write about, like how we will fell when exams are over. Shitt freewriting aint about that. Its like mr mitchell used to tell us. Just write about anything. Its free see? Anyway, Im writing this in a green pen I found on the ground yesterday. You cant underestimate the pure joy of finding a working, full, green pen on the floor. I found $40 on the ground twice before. If it was yours, i spent it haha. soo, green pen, what shall we do this afternoon? I dont know. I need to give a friend something and i also want to go out to lunch with some friends if that can be arranged. maybe pizza or BBQ @ coopers. never been therebut my dad says its good. We couuld always park in the parking deck under my dad's office. Maybe go up & visit him or something.The music the teacher is playing sucks to me anyway. That 2 secondswas the longest Ive paused while writing so far. 2 seconds is an eternity when freewriting. THere have been poems in my head that never had a chance, ones that died as embryos, their flames (crossed through) sparks extinguished by my laziness to put them to life, such a shame the way that works. There was one based on a ________ song, one about driving down a country road @ 65 at night (to be titled "Serenity") I also meant to learn songs on Guitar that I havent yet. LIke Mraz & Dave Maybe over break before I get ____ (the new baby)(_____)(hell yes bitch) I will learn some more so it will sound good to play her. I hope Kate hasnt forgotten me. Probably hasnt. I need to jam with ashley sometime. I just never get aound to it. I know Im lazy. THats just the way it works. Come on little blog, have life, you arent read as much as some others but theres more substance to you so its ok. When you search for "lion-fish-bottomfeeder" what comes up? You. Hey green pen, youre not out of ink yet How wonderful is that? Pause for arm health... I hurt my elbows and knee a while ago anyway, not sure how. Probably by tossing those 5 lb weights around like a madman. Cant hurt anyway. Mr Smith says he needs to go to Sears & buy me some muscles haha at least thats what his dad used to tell him. Hes a beast now, a big bald, beast Maybe I will be like that someday... cept not bald. Just kidding. Im to the point where Im writing the first letter of the next word before iI get in the first letter of the previous word. Two pages here. Page two- that was great. Im still a failure at handwriting, ive never been very good at it. I guess thats what you get for being left handed & writing upside down. I Should be reviewing for midterms but Im not, Im here writing (and I love it)... Ive got a lot of love, just nowhere to put it. Tragic situation really, with all the hate in the world & here I am with love & nobody to expend it on. Tragic i say tragic. Ok, freewriting over, I love you Peace.
Im bored so I figure I would continue freewriting in band while a guy is doing his percussion test... blank counting drum roll.... etc. Peole in here are such morons. most of them anyway. Oh well, special kids, special school. I meant to write last night a real essay cause I hadnt in so long I know that kind of stuff is easier to read, more interesting anyway. It was going to be About the Hipocrisy of Living with Faith or something along those lines you know, there are those people who sing in church with their eyes closed & arms out all glorius like. I wonder what they're feelling. Ive never felt lilke that. How many people actually "live for God" and how many just pray or not even that... I feel lilke all i can do is pray to make it to heaven in the future cause I dont knowwhatthe hell else to do. AGirl I work with said we would have a long talk about "Living for God" someday. I'm still waiting for it. All this breathing In, never breathing out. Thats me. Im the guy in the REM song "Losing my religion" Trust me, they knew. I'm leaving out so much punctuation while writing this but whatever. If i can write at a 45 (degree) slant its more power to me. I want that old 65' galaxie 500 sittin in my friend's garage. Hasnt moved in years. probably wont ever move again. Tragic I know. Ive written before on the state of reality. Now when I see with one eye & switch to the other one & the object moves, It just looks like illusion instead of real life Oh well. 4 second pause. I wonder Why we are on a first name basis with Saddam Hussein. Hes not my Buddy. Yet everyone understands when the television caption says "Saddam under examination" I Hope Yor Williams found his hole to climb into. FIve minutes left & with the speed of my left hand iI dont see me finishing four pages. I guess we'll just see how it goes. I need to check the EP's again/ make one myself. Someday. write that down, green pen. "make EP someday" Thanks green pen, I love you. Yes, we all know green pens are special like the carpet in this room! Dance Sam, Dance. Its ugly carpet. Peace.

there you go, in all its almost unadultered glory. i love most of you. peace...

Poem About A Poem I Wrote

So now I sit here down to write some words
in caveman speak cause its more fun to do.
But should you sit to write a real good verse?
Lay down to feel the words with secret thought?

Perhaps you stand and spew a fluid phrase
with random rhymes that sparkle through the haze;
a coffee house poet living his days
professed to write a line in many ways…

Or do you not cause you’re like me too much;
who struggles to make pentameter flow.
I get verses in my head all the time
but never are around to write them down.
A tragic flaw in the four lines of form
but need to say I wish I wrote them down.

One called Solitude when I was driving
and another to the beat of a good song.
I could have put a meaning behind this
oh but, alas, it would have been shallow.

Then I thought hey! Write a poem about
writing a poem that you write for school.
You could sit and maybe it would be good.
Blank verse could count as a form that you used.

Easy, I say, meter is not too hard.
And if you rhyme, the poem won’t be marred.
But blank verse don’t rhyme said I to myself
and figured it wouldn’t matter too much.

Where ‘ere went the words of great poets past
that made each line flow as a babbling brook
and produced such wonderful images
with tools which were just marks upon a page?
The blind artists who used their pens and minds
to scratch their way into our hard-bound books;
where ‘ere did they go to? Ears wait for them.
Not like they would for me who can’t write crap.

Bonne chance my small artwork which sits right here.
Above, below this line which means nothing.
If you make it farther than teacher’s desk
may hell freeze over but I’m proud of you.

The End.

"i represent the new face of america, chris. the female black jewish ninja face."

"i brought in the noise with fiscal responsibility, chris. and now i shall bring in the funk... and thats foshizzle." - joe lieberman

god bless hardball (snl style)

"hey angel, you want a drink?"

wonderful life

hallelujah hallelujah

and God blessed the N&O with Barry Saunders... and it was good.
i love you barry...

heard on the radio: (life insurance commercial) "and remember... buying life insurance does not mean you dont trust God."

yeah, thanks for clearing that up for me...

"feels like halloween morning..." my mother forced us to try her new hand softeners... mmm halloween morning...

wow, how a week can change things... (see below post). what? things havent changed? oh... thats right.