|Chewy! He is an amazing, glorious dog, if you can call him that. He is half wolf, a quarter husky, and a quarter malamute. He is also a rescue dog, four out of five of my dogs are rescue dogs.|
A Pokemon MicrostoryThere once was a man named Geoff, who owned and trained Geodudes. Because "geo". Once day Geoff brought his team of Geodudes to the water gym and kept losing. He didn't know why. The old lady in the house next door said, "Its because rock sucks balls against water." So Geoff went off and got a Ponyta. Which was quite a mystery since there were no fire pokemon around the gym to catch, so no one new where the hell he got it. So he went back into the gym with his team of Ponyta and Geodudes and lost again. He asked the gym leader why he lost and he said, "Its because fire and rock are my bitch, stupid." So Geoff leveled up his pokemon to level 100, kicked ass at the gym, and laughed in the leader's face. He was happy for the rest of his life and got all the sexy babes. The end.A Pokemon Microstory by ~Brave-Wolverine
Valentino: a SonnetHis strong body and kind eyes will forever be tattooed onto the back of my eyelidsValentino: a Sonnet by ~Brave-Wolverine
His natural movement has infused itself into the life sustaining beat of my heart
The way he maneuvers through every obstacle presented makes everything as simple as a grid
The love between the two of us is intense enough to make a still beat restart
Thick golden ropes of trust bind us together in an inseparable pair
For not even a handsome and lusty boy can worm his way in between us
Speed is pumped through his muscular legs which allow the two of us to fly into the air
Others stop and ask me why I pour all of my time into him thus
Every time I try to explain but no one can fully understand the connection
They will say that they comprehend when really the outsiders have no idea
Most of the world will look at how the two of us work and never realize the perfection
Our pairing is glorious and songs should be written so that they can replace all Ave Marias
But the real twist in this story of ours is for th
ApatheticGet over yourself.Apathetic by ~Brave-Wolverine
Those words have been said to
Me many a time, and repeated
In my own off toned voice.
What do these three words mean?
What action is expected to follow?
I have gotten over myself. I
No longer view myself as a
Brilliant gifted individual with a boat
Load of potential and overwhelming success.
The praise has been heard enough.
Nor do I think that I
Am a failure, or someone to
Disappear into the woodwork of society.
I am not the stereotypical teenager
Full of eternal angst and hatred.
I’m simply over myself and my “greatness”
Or my “follies”. I am content.
I know who I am. Thus why
Are adjectives pinned onto me? No
Description needed. I am aware.
This isn’t a protest on categorization.
No whiny plea for your pity.
Not outreaching to those searching inside.
Nix the theory about me boasting.
It is a passive public statement.
I am over myself.
What Needs to be DoneThe cop sat me down and gave me a look of pity; I knew he was thinking ‘oh what has happened to our youth today?’ It drove me crazy. I didn’t ask for the events leading up to my crime to happen, they just did because that is how life fucking works. Even the best of us get shit for nothing at all; it is all we can do to retaliate. “Why did you do it, son?” said the cop, he was trying to coax the answer out of me. I tightened my jaw and tightened the two handed fist that I had laying on the table. The two of us sat there in that interrogation room just like that for about another fifteen minutes. The cop finally let out a sigh. The metal legs of the chair squealed against the linoleum floor and the door knob protested slightly as the door creaked.What Needs to be Done by ~Brave-Wolverine
“It started with the development company.” I said, and then looked up to the surprised cop, “Well leaving in the middle of a story is rude, sit back down.” I said with a smirk while r
|My work...some are good, most are okay. My literature is something that I am somewhat proud of. My photography gets good after I get the new camera. So I hope you like it! And if you don't, oh well.|
This is mostly just to get a different journal entry displayed.
Why do little kids say the first thing that pops into their head? Like one girl who I was in charge of at camp told me that I couldn't say "hi" ever again. Which is a weird thing to say, especially with no back up.
Why do high school kids feel like drinking or doing drugs? I mean my town as so small and type A that it is weird how common drug and alcohol use is for kids who want to go to Harvard.
How are dogs and cats able to fall asleep in about four seconds flat? I am so jealous.
Who thought to create sound amplification and editing equipment? Like actually there is no survival usage to these gadgets. Don't get me wrong I love them since I am a sound designer and have been for like two or three years, but really, weird thing to create.
Who falls in love with people that they have never met online? Its been a Catfish marathon on MTV.
Why are mothers who have children in competitive sports all crazy? The exception of the rule are equestrian mothers.
How can some people be so god damn busy all the time? I have actually found someone more busy than me, or so they say which is a total lie.
Oh and I get to go work with US eventing team coaches for three days, its going to be awesome to show them what Valentino and I can do. I get private dressage lessons and small group show jumping and cross country lessons. I leave tomorrow, and I am super stoked.