Johnny Glasses Discussion

The movie was captivating through and through especially during the fabricated stories being portrayed as flashbacks of actual people, it shows the power of descriptive writing. Seeing Stephen go down as fraud kind of bummed me out though and I don’t even really understand the last office scene. When he said “I figured I’d have to explain this to you” did everyone just turn on Stephen on the drop of a hat? I also wondered why Stephen talked to the classroom of empty children, was that a figment of his imagination or just his sleep deprived brain cause some sort of paranoid delusions. I had thought that if I was Stephen when Michael Kelly left I would’ve kept up on him and went to write wherever he went, that would’ve played to his strengths was since Michael was already so found of Stephen he may of even made it further with his fictional pieces in that was. Going back to the fictional pieces I had wondered why they didn’t keep him. He was such a talented writer, they could’ve stuck him anywhere and he would’ve done well

Get through college this week on 10$ stir fry.

 A recent dinner time favorite for my parents and I alike is chicken stir fry, it is so simply prepared and the ingredients are cheap enough to have this meal for multiple days. So, in essence, if you are on a budget and need to get your Americanized eastern culture food fix this is your meal.

To start you will need 2 raw thawed chicken breasts from wherever you like (if you want the authentic hyden family feel I'd suggest wal-mart and price match the breast for 99 cents a poun. just to put you in character)

next you will need farm fresh garlic, brocolli and if you are feeling adventurous diced onions.

finally you will need noodles. There's no specific noodles just go for the ones on sale (again to get in character, this is how the family recipe was made.

skillet fry the chicken on medium heat until golden brown and add a pinch of garlic to the mix for safe measure, then start boiling your noodles while steaming your vegetables in your microwave. Now here's the tricky part, my family's oven never really worked correctly so taste testing is the ONLY way to be sure about the food. If I had a guess i'd say 1;45 on the vegetables.

finally put the mix all in a large serving bowl a slosh around until you smell the scents rise up to your nose holes and please your brain. for added effect i've found that dumping mass amounts of any sort of off brand Chinese stir fry sauce to really give it that cheap Chinese take out feel.

 Simple   
almost delicious
but not so delicious
there you have it folks, all the ingredients for Alex Hydens "get through college on 10$ this week" stir fry

Story for wednesday

 The image displayed in front of me looks like 3 multicolored lizards in the fashion of de dia los muertos or straight out of willy wonka and the chocolate factory. the lizard on the top corner is a vibrant yellow with a blue stripe outlining its spine and limbs, the bottom lizard is pinstriped black then a thicker stripe of neon green, orange and blue. The others I cannot finish for i am out of time

I would much rather be outside in the bright, burning sun whilst it's rays peel away my pale flesh as I repeatedly slam myself against the rough pavement all while feeling the pain of self improvement. yes, I would much rather be in the sun, skateboarding around town, than sitting in a class room today. To hear the rumble of the corroded bearings of my boarding grind against the smooth core of my urethane wheels is like a symphony to my ears. to feel the rough grip-tape on my calloused fingers and to smell burning pavement fuels my appetite for destruction.

I would see the small fragments of rock in the earth to make the street i live on grinding away on my white wheels and the black pixels the seamlessly connecting together to create my murky black grip-tape. I would look down at my shoes, my frayed, adhesive covered shoes to position my feet perfected for the trick i was going to attempt

I usually go skating around mid-day so the smell of hot pavement would be fresh in the air, almost like the smell of burning silver dollar city pavement and the way its rubbery crispy smell lingers for what seems like hours. I would smell the sliding of my wheels creating friction upon the already burning ground to create a hot wax smell that of a scentless candle. i would smell the stinging perspiration running down my forehead and the wind rushed against me wiping all of my previous scents clean, only left to take in the warm summer breeze

I could taste the ground almost every time I would hit it falling off of my maple wood skateboard. it would burn the ever loving hell out of my tongue much like a pizza that had just came out of the oven. fire baked, flavorless, painful and delicious. I can taste the saliva building up in my mouth from focusing on the larger picture, not falling onto the lava like ground and when I inevitably do..

I can feel the rattling of the ground beneath my feet and I glide aimlessly down the street, like surfing upon a miniature earthquake. Feeling the rough scale like grip tape of my board sanding away more and more of my already calloused finger tips as i throw the hunk of would against the earth and it jerks every which way taking me far away from all of the worries of yesterday

I would hear the rubbing of my corroded bearings against my wheels, grinding away creating a hushed whoooooshhhhh similar to the wind on a kite flying day. I would hear the bolts of my trucks rattling away, tap dancing against the wood of my skateboard. The quiet hum of the cars going by and the birds singing their daily song as I roll by. It would all come together to create a symphony in my ears more elegant that a composed piece of music, it was the natural composition of a skateboarders everyday routine.

As I roll on by the normal spots I remember all of the times I had slammed myself on the ground, ejected myself by hitting the smallest rock, feeling the sting of singed skin. Reminding me that i'm not alone in this world, feeling the pain of self improvement, feeling something other than worry or stress. The childlike nature that skateboarding bring me back to is blissful. every heel flip or 360 brings me back to the first time I ever flicked my feet on a skate board and landed back on safely. The overwhelming sense of joy never leaves with every trick I land

Today I imagine I'll sidewalk surf whilst listening the the hum of my wheels and the rattle of my dancing bolts the church where I had spent most of my childhood gliding around. I'll roll right over to the grass where my best friend and i spent most of our days trying to clear and reminisce on the simpler times it brings me to. The times before everyone grew up and moved on with their lives and before all of the drugs. Yes a simple body turn clearing the gap almost reminds me of his voice saying " dude you weeny you gotta do something cooler than that over the grass". As a child Brian, my now long lost friend was always much better than me at skating. floating and flicking kick flips everywhere, even over the grass gar i struggled to Ollie over. Popping the tail against the ground and throwing my board against the earth I never gave in, that was the best thing about our friendship, we always pushed each other to try something harder and inevitably more painful

the personality of a samurai and the physical build of a penguin (spirit animal encounter)

Today, as I found myself walking down the hallway of my community college I noticed a stocky figure waddling towards me as I approach the door of the library. The man seemed very penguin like and sported a patch of hair similar to a cinnamon bun on his shiny head mostly lacking hair and mustache of a samurai complimenting his round framed glasses. Caught off guard by this peculiar looking fellow I stopped before opening the door. The man squawked, "Why'd ya stop stranger, see something you like?" He then continued to laugh at his own joke just before opening the door for me. Puzzled, a quiet "thanks” sputtered from my mouth and soon after the man said "you're welcome, Where ya from?" I wondered why this man, just meeting me wanted to be so curious and outgoing with a complete stranger. But I don't make many friends so I turned towards him and spoke the truth, "I'm from around these parts, I was sent on a mission to observe people" The man quickly scratched his chin scruff and said "so, you're stalking people? HA just kidding, sounds interesting young man! Well, you take care now!  I'm off to do some observing myself...If you know what I mean...ahahhahhaha" Then, after laughing at his own joke once more, the old bald man with a samurai like top bun waddled away with his large feet seamlessly gliding across the ground. Throughout the day I was still trying to make out what my eyes told my brain.  His face was burnt into my brain like a horror movie scene you just couldn't shake. A penguin like man with a narrow face that almost came to a point (as if the man actually had a beak) and his caterpillar like eyebrows rising after every word I spoke. I appreciated that he took the time to stop and talk and open the door for me but I couldn't help questioning if that situation was real or a product of my sleep deprived brain. Penguins are my favorite animal you know; just maybe I could've met my spirit animal today.

Crendo fo-shendo nintendo (what?)

My crendo is that love is everywhere, we just have to open our ears and eyes. You don't necessarily have to say "i love you"  to tell someone that you love them, in fact my mom tells me she loves me every day by yelling at me to "STOP DRIVING LIKE AN IDIOT AND SLOW DOWN". It's an odd view of mine but I believe that words of caution like this are the epitome of love. Between the lines she's saying "be careful, you're my only son and I don't know what i'd do without you". At a younger age I would've completely disagreed with this and probably have responded with, "stop trying to control me you conformist!" (geeze was I a little punk). But now, i'm a big punk with a better understanding of how this big world works. Words of caution or people looking out for you are little signs of people loving you. Love is all around you, i've learned this in 19 years and the trick is to look inwardly and just open your ears and eyes. yeah dude....

JUNG TYPOLOGY RESULT

E.S.F.J

    The typology test I had recently taken informed me that my match was an E.S.F.J. That acronym stands for; Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, Judging. This result didn't take me by surprise at all because, ever since I was a young boy I knew who I was and was ALWAYS "in touch with my emotions". To this day, I'll laugh at a funny movie ( obnoxiously loud if I might add), be terrified of a scary movie and wonder if it was "based on a true story" and the distinct possibility of the scenes becoming my life and cry during sad movies (try watching toy story 3 and tell me you didn't cry). I also, have always been an extrovert. I am always trying to make new friends by making them laugh or finding similarities between the person and I even if this person is the complete opposite of me. I'll always trust my gut rather than logic because from experience, it's the most comfortable way  can make decisions despite the outcome. Judging, however, has to be something I don't notice because I try to accept everyone for who they are. Maybe it means judging situations because I like to set myself up for success rather than make my own obstacles. (even though in my adolescence I cannot say the same...)

 All in all I am pleased to find out my results and may even take the full version of the Jung typology test since my better judgement tells me to (it's free at school, so why not). I am also pleased to find out that my personality type matches up with the one and only Bill Clinton.

COOL HAIR DUDE

The "cool" Thing to do in 7th grade for me and my friends was to grow out our hair. However, when I grew out my hair I quickly realized that I couldn't get the "swoop" justin bieber hair that all of my friends had. No, instead my hair grew up instead of down and created an Afro. I quickly learned that Afros were not "the thing to have" as a 7th grader. My father has baby pictures of him just rocking it with confidence. I could not...I tried to were hats to kind of flatten my hair (because in my mind, straightening my hair was not an option. That was for girls). That awesome idea gave my hair a mushroom look that I thought I could master...and for awhile I thought everyone else thought so too! I would here " Cool hair dude" or "AFRO THUNDER" when I played basketball but, as I grew older I realized my hair wasn't getting compliments. Instead. it was just adding to my comic value. I thought I was a rather funny kid but the more I look back on it the more I realize anything a funny looking white guy with an Afro says is going to be funny. I mean just think about about it, I apparently didn't at the time. And it didn't stop there, I also thought I was a ladies man. So when girls would ask to braid my hair I let them! At one point in time I let a girl named Ty Wray give me cornrows before one of my basketball games. I wasn't that dumb though, I knew it look horrid. But I am a hopeless romantic so despite the teasing I received from my closest friends, I kept them all day.