somewhere in the universe

is someone who thinks this prompt is silly but is doing it anyway because it is a grade. seriously, whatever you want or can think of happening "right now, somewhere in the universe" is happening. the universe is infinite, bro, which means there are infinite possibilities. someone in new jersey is getting a late-night spray-tan. someone in iowa is tending to their cornfield. someone in colorado is legally getting stoned. someone in delaware is doing whatever people do in delaware. my dog is looking bored. my cat is looking pretty badass, catting around tryna cause trouble. my parents are out at the opera. my brother is wearing a fake mustache and a hat that says dance machine. i am trying narrow down my food options. in australia it is summer. in alaska it is really cold. it is probably not so cold in hawaii. the universe is expanding. there are billions and billions of stars. someone is getting their mind blown listening to pink floyd. somewhere in the universe there is a supernova. some lucky space creature is jumping into a black hole, the most badass way to probably die in the universe. someone is throwing their trash in space, because that is actually a pretty good idea. really, how do you pollute space? the whole reason we hate pollution here is because there is life that is negatively affected. but space is mostly non-living so who cares?

Like humans were meant to

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY-eyZuW_Uk

Somewhere in the world, right now, someone is living how life is meant to be lived. Someone is feeling happiness, elation, energy, and health. They are also feeling pain and exhaustion and human grief. They are recovering from these things and building themselves up again. Somewhere right  now, someone is feeling all the human emotions and discomforts, and they are not seeking an easy escape. They do not drink until they can no longer hold up the bottle or their eyelids. They do not pursue a sweet and mellow illusionary world. They do not resort to watching the lives of other people on screens and they do not attempt to live vicariously through those characters, or their own children. They are not reckless. They are not overwhelmed. They do not need to pay for a therapist. They can feel these things entirely and without a filter.
They are getting by without all the bullshit. They survive like humans were meant to.

We Are Inescapable

Right now, life is beginning, and life is ending. The screams of an infant fresh from the womb are bouncing through the world on never-before-seen sound waves, and they are colliding with the screams of horror that are the last sounds emitted by some unlucky being.

They are both bouncing all around the world, infinitesimal and undetectable but still there. They are bouncing off little children on their way to school. Off of grandmas and grandpas lying sick in the hospital. Off of soon-to-be-parents getting married. Off of the homes of some sad little person who thinks they are all alone.

They are bouncing off people in America and people in Argentina. People in Angola and people in Austria. People in houses and people in streets. People who are happy and people who are sad. And all those feelings in between.

They are bouncing off of you and me. All these little particles are floating around this big ol' blue orb in the middle of mostly nothing. Each of us means something to some people, and nothing to a lot more.

Tomorrow I'll see you at school. And we may not say a word to each other. But our sounds will connect, and the everything elses we make will, too.

We are inescapable.

Cakes are Baking

At this very moment, somewhere in the universe...

a cake is baking. In fact, thousands of cakes are baking. Cakes are baking for all sorts of purposes: birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, reunions, casual eating. Cakes are baking of all types of flavors: red velvet, yellow, caramel, and of course, chocolate. All kinds of chocolate, in fact, from sacher tortes to Dutch chocolate to fudge, with limitless variations on the chocolate spectrum. Cakes are being baking by professional bakers, who will display their wares proudly and earn a living from their beautiful creations. But so too cakes are being baked by grandmothers, by grandfathers, by fathers, mothers, and children; by pilots, doctors, lion trainers, and wrestlers. Cakes are being baked on nearly every continent; and perhaps, every continent, if it is the birthday of some lucky scientist in Antarctica. The baked cakes come in all shapes and pans, from bundt to sheet to springform, and emerge in varying states of beauty. Some of the cakes are works of art, and taste like such. Others of the cakes are real food, with aesthetic appeal a mere afterthought. And the majority of cakes are somewhere in between.

I just had a piece of cake.

Somewhere in the universe the Oscars are more important than babies being born.

Somewhere in the universe Anna Hathaway is pissed at Charlize Theron for stealing her pixie cut and nearly identical dress; particularly because Theron looks better. (This probably happened at the Dolby Theatre.) Somewhere in the universe someone is crying because Moonrise Kingdom only received one Oscar nomination; for best writing, as if. (That place would probably be my living room.) Somewhere in the universe someone can't reconcile the fact despite being the creator of the gag inducing Family Guy, Seth MacFarlane is extremely attractive. (Probably also my living room.) Somewhere in the universe Jana Fonda thought it would be a good idea to crown herself the ultimate Golden Girl. Somewhere in the universe Jennifer Lawrence needs to fire whatever gay person dressed her. Somewhere in the universe Meryl Streep thinks there is one style of dress with simply different fabrics; she is forgiven, however, because, well, for lack of a better reason, she is Meryl Streep. Somewhere in the universe Daniel Day Lewis can't help but makes jokes where jokes typically aren't made. Somewhere in the universe Michelle Obama made it official, she is the Jackie O of our generation-presenting best picture, you can't make this shit up. Somewhere in the universe someone is kicking himself for not going to see Argo. Somewhere in the universe someone's father may or may not have just told said someone to go to bed, to which a bird may have been given to the father. Somewhere in the universe the Oscar loosers want to kill Seth MacFarlance and Kristin Chenoweth and go get drunk.
Goodnight.

How to bullshit an blog post

Are you half an hour away from the due date and are just starting? I sure am. Follow this simple guide and you will be a master bullshitter in no time. First you select the first topic that comes to mind, just like I did, then you begin to mindlessly write about it. What is important is that you can write, or type constantly. If you have to pause and think, you are way too in depth. Try to elaborate on small details with long metaphors and ten dollar word that sound thoughtful but mean absolutely nothing. I usually do a word count around one hundred words, and that is when I begin to restate what I have said and talk about random things I think of. Make sure you write out all numbers and acronyms, those could be precious words to add to the counter. Finally, throw on a conclusion that doesn't make much sense. Refrigerator. one hundred and sixty eight words,Thirteen minutes, not a bad.

This moment in time or something in China

right now, or something like that, I honestly have no idea exactly when, my cousin will wake up in China. My cousin, Adam, went to UK and got into a program where he is spending the entire year in a university in China. Chinese language, culture, and people were his areas of study, and this program fits him perfectly. In China, he has become a very skilled speaker of Chinese language and is very familiar with the culture. The previous year, he had taken a vacation to China and had traveled all around. One of the most amazing things, he says, about China is the cheap food. In china, you are going to have trouble finding, for instance, the ingredients of a cheeseburger. However, you can stuff yourself silly with Chinese food at a street vendor for a dollar and go pick up a liter of beer for forty cents at the convenience store.

At this Moment in the Universe, Life is as Usual

At this very moment in the universe, life is proceeding as usual: people are living their daily routine, workers labor and toil in the hot sun, scientists research and discover, students read and write, planets orvit around their stars, planets are born; perhaps life elsewhere in this vast, dark emptiness of space persists in a form similar to that on Earth. Most people live, some people die, but the universe as a whole maintains its constant state of equilibrium, of normality, despite this. The truth is we humans occupy merely a smal, insignificant space in the massive entirety of the universe; our lives mean nothing when compared to the universe as a whole. This view may sount cynical, I know, but it is the truth. If the sun were to explode at this very moment and engulf the Earth in a maelstrom of fire and flame, the universe would continue to persest as normal―as if nothing in the slightest ever happened. If other life forms do indeed exist elsewhere in the universe, the untimely destruction of Earth would not affect their lives in any considerable way. The only left of Earty would be satellites blasted into space however long ago to aid scientists in their understanding of the universe. These satellites would be the only surviving artifacts that extraterrestrial life would have to know that a great civilization once existed somewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy.

The point that I am trying to make with the hypothetical situation of Earth's destruction is this: Humanity does not occupy an exclusive position in the center of the universe. The universe doe not revolve around Earty; it does not revolve around human needs and wants. Rather, the universe operates according to its own destined schedule, and if this involves the destruction of Earth ot any other planet, then so be it.

DGAF- advice

At one point someone told me that I shouldn't worry about what other people think of me. I was pretty young, and at the time, probably didn't give two shits about it. But growing up, what people think of you means a lot, and it did to me as well. I did a lot to fit in and wasn't really me. Somewhat recently, I have stopped caring what other people think, and have started doing and saying whatever I want. Some people don't like me or think I'm an asshole, but in the long run I am a lot happier just being myself. High school is filled with different groups and subcultures, and most people try to fit into one group. I am in the academy, band, and have friends all across the school, so fitting in isn't exactly something I could do anyway. If you're a person who cares a lot about what other people think, just stop caring. There is no reason anyone should not act like them self to fit in.

Real Time Countdown

Somewhere in the universe...
There is a family, a very twisted family. A boy who belongs to this family is crying. He is currently 17. His father is making his way back to the living room, after he just beat his son. The father is intoxicated. The boy is hunched over in pain beside his bed. The cruel images are running through your mind. You are reading these words, and i am telling you of this truth. The boy is filled up with anger. He stands. It is easy to make out the scars in the moonlight coming through his window. Je reaches for something that he has been hiding for a very long time. His father is unaware of what's happening. The mother is laying 6 feet below the surface of the ground, states away from the family. The boy finally grasps the 9mm that he had stolen from his father, during his drunken slumber nights before.
The boy begins the countdown, in real time.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, he pulls the gun up to his temple and pushes hard against his skull, 2, 1.......
You are gasping. You are wondering how someone could write about such cruelty.
It's not my choice, simply the telling of an act being committed, somewhere in the universe.

How to hide a dead body

Hiding a dead body is very difficult. Often times, bodies are discovered and you will be found out. But here's the secret. You have to hide dead bodies, where all the dead bodies are already socially accepted. Graveyards, battle fields, back country woods, etc.
the first step, is you must have a dead body. This is very important, because without a dead body, it becomes extremely difficult to hide a dead body.
The second step is to select your place of seclusion. My favorite is the back country woods. These areas are very accustomed to dead bodies. The children poke them with sticks. And learn anatomy at the same time.
The last step is the actual burial. Most places would require digging a hole for burial. But not back country woods! You can just leave the body laying on the side of the road! No one will mind.
And there ya have it. That is how you hide a dead body.
Inspired by a true story :)
Oh, and stop leaving dead bodies at the end of my driveway!!

Bucket list

Before high school is over, or in the summer immediately following it, I would like to drive across the entire United States. I want to see as many different places as I can and look for one that I simply don't want to leave. I probably will have to leave to go to college and othersuch nonsense, but eventually I will probably come back and try to make a life there 

In college I have two main goals. The first is similar to my previous goal. Throughout college, probably in the summers, I would like to travel to as many places across the globe as I can. I want to explore the world, and I want to have explored as much as I can by the time college is over. I would also like to get a degree that in something I will at least mildly enjoy, and that will allow me to get a job that pays well but does not consume all of my time.

In life, I want to enjoy myself. I want to do as many fun and interesting things as I can before I die. I want to do whatever I want and have a ton of fun with it all. That being said, I would still like to have a serious job and a family, I just do not want work to consume my life.

Funny the way things work

Somewhere in the universe there is a baby crying. Somewhere in the universe there is a mother holding that baby. Somewhere in the universe a husband has just become a father. Somewhere in the universe a doctor is writing down that new baby's name. Somewhere in the universe a family has come together to see that miracle. Somewhere in the universe an older child looks down to his new baby brother. Somewhere in the universe all is quiet. Somewhere in the universe a tragedy has occurred. Somewhere in the universe a crash cart is arriving in a hospital room. Somewhere in the universe a heart has stopped. Somewhere in the universe a new heartbeat has started. Somewhere in the universe there are tears. Somewhere in the universe there are tears that put a smile on a family's face. Somewhere in the universe there are tears of a wife who has just lost her husband. Somewhere in the universe a hospital has lost and gained someone. Somewhere in the universe a family has seen the miracle. Somewhere in the universe a wife is left alone. Everywhere in the universe it's funny the way things work.

right now

right now you have a highschooler thinking about what he will type for an assignment, but as he types he can't stop thinking about the walking dead episode he just saw. He is angry that tyrese and his 3 other companions went to woodberry and plan to help the governor attack rick and the prison. Will he lead them through the burnt down part of the prison? this question keeps going through his mind. Right now you have the entire human population dreading tomorrow, while they ennvy every person at the oscars and wishing that they were in their shoes. You have millions of high schooloers frantically doing their homework that they refused to do until now. You have a lot of people brething, living, sitting, eating, sleeping, working, listening to music, being bored, watching tv, tweeting, reading tweets, typing, crying, dying, lying, smiling, frowning, peeing, sneezing, getting out of their mind and counting.

At this moment

At this moment someone is taking a walk in a park, someone just died, there was a car crash, someone got shot, someone had a baby, someone found out they are going to have a baby, someone just said, “I do,” someone got proposed to, a mommy dog just had her pups, someone just tripped down the stairs, someone is on a run, someone is riding their bike, someone is working out at their local gym, someone is wishing they were with someone else, someone is thinking about someone who isn’t here anymore, someone is wishing there were somewhere else, someone is painting a picture, someone is taking a picture, someone is eating a meal, someone is fighting with a parent or sibling, someone just found out their grandparent died, someone is doing the laundry, someone is cleaning out their fridge, and someone is painting their finger and toe nails. 

assignment 20:right now

Right now at this very moment someone in the universe is smiling, right now someone is laughing, someone is telling an inappropriate yet hysterical joke, someone is doing what they want and not giving a shit, someone is eating some great ice cream, someone is smoking a fat one, someone is super hammered and having a blast, someone is singing their lungs out to Jesus and feeling the spirit inside of them, someone just made a life long friend after hitting them with their car, someone just had the worst day of their life,  someone is having the best day of their life, someone had the first day of their life. someone found love on eharmony, someone found love not on eharmony, someone quit smoking, someone made one hell of a grilled cheese, the toast was golden brown and the cheese perfectly melted, someone got a hole in one, someone got a hole in two and congratulated the five year old who got the hole in one, someone had the 3000th day of their life, someone won a goldfish at the fair, someone replaced their childs dead goldfish as the child slept, someone is watching the walking dead, someone is legitimately taking notes from the walking dead as actual procedures for when the real zombie apocalypse happens, someone just finished bobs blazin wing challenge, someone failed the banana and sprite challenge, someone laughed as their friend failed the banana sprite challenge, someone is watching Harlem Shake videos, someone is trying to figure out how to make a harlem shake video, someone succeeded in making a harlem shake video, and someone in harlem is becoming angered that the harlem shake videos aren't actually how you do the harlem shake!

Somewhere In The Universe

At this very moment, somewhere in the universe a world is dying. The sky slowly obtaining a darker shade of black; fading into oblivion. The people are long gone, fled to a new beginning far away. The remains of the civilization are visible anywhere the naked eye can perceive through the oncoming storm. Some were left. Those still living scrape the world of all that was plentiful in a bygone age. Their bodies quake and shiver in the icy gale that heralds the arrival of the army of destruction. Soon there will be nothing at all left; not even the charred ashes of the world scorched by the eternal flaming swords. This high and mighty civilization has fallen. It's legacy destroyed. The world will be destroyed - in a single breath, gone. But others journey on, blissfully unaware of the impending doom that awaits that. Yet it is inevitable. Everything must end. Here, in this corner of the universe that ending is on the horizon; the trumpet that marks the end of an age.

Late : How to

How to not write 150  word how to

Late:one piece of advice

One piece of advice I have received actually I guess are words to live by is that "Communication is key." I've  never been much of a big talker so I struggle with communication quite often, and this advice comes from my father who often times becomes very frustrated from my lack of communication. "All you have to  do is communicate, and this situation wouldn't have even happened" are words that have been drilled into my head. The ability to communicate is a great skill. Ronald Reagan was called "The Great Communicator" through his great communication he was able to reach out to all different people. In an age of so many forms of communication, my father would tell me there is no reason for miscommunication. Correct communication can be the difference between life or death, success or failure, maintaining a job or getting fired, being granted priveledge or beingpublished. Communication is key

trippy

Oh no. A creativity blog. This is gonna blow.

Someone on another planet in the universe right now is looking up at their local moon and wondering if there’s any other creatures in the universe who are doing the same thing. Someone in the universe is calculating the odds of sentient life living on another planet, positing an environment like earth’s to be the ideal condition for life’s growth, entirely unaware of the planet whose inhabitants call the rock they live on “Earth” and speculate as to whether there may be sentient beings elsewhere calculating the odds of a rock like earth with inhabiting a planet similar to earth. Dunno what I just typed but if you read it slowly it might make sense. Someone on another planet, entirely inhuman but with the mental capacity similar to a human’s, is worshiping the god of his or her culture, positing him or her to be the creator of the universe and not considering that intelligent beings on a planet billions of light-years away have their own versions of such a god. Not to get geeky, but the universe is infinite in expanse, and given the nearly infinitely large range of events that could occur at any given time, it’s more than likely that some social, intelligent beings on other planets have evolved and possess their own varieties of culture and their own kinds of social conflict. They have their own scientists who have discovered things about the universe that might completely overturn everything we think we know about it. 

And right now, there is probably some lonely youth staring out the window at a sky that’s not blue and wondering what to believe about the world they live in.

This is why I’m not paid to write.