ahhhhh, applications

Dear readers if you exist
(Although I'm pretty sure you don't so I'm kinda talking to myself and one other person d=),
It's cool to have a blogger app but to be honest the app blows hardcore. I can't adjust orientation or anything so i guess you'll just have to deal with my boring left alignment until i learn how to use html (which probably won't be ever.)
(Random tidbit of info: i've become extremely cryptic again. It's pretty lame.)
Anywho, before i leave you thinking i suck at life in every way shape or form; Here's my attempt at html before i bid you unrevealed creepers ado, just to add a little contrast in the text. If this doesn't work, bite me. It's just me ranting cryptically. (But with html)
the thing about life in these days is every one gets scared you know? No one wants tethers chains constraints guilt or pasts they have deal with in different places on their own. In a comparitive perspective i don't know if I'll ever be the same, not to myself, but to someone else, and i'm a little scared. We all are. Because it might affect how we, haha, we might never be the same. not as who we were, but from who you were, and not you as in you yourself, but you know. Hardly ever are two things the same, and you can't know what the result will be until you stick around and find out. You don't know if ever. No one knows if ever. html attempt dos! Random quote on my mind: "is this a saddle on my breath sweet woman, or is it just a cattle call in a school of fish, "still dance with me."" -buddy wakefield
On that note, if you don't know who buddy wakefield is, check out his videos. My favorite, For example, "hurling crowbirds at mockingbars" from which that i-suck-at-html-italicized-quote is from, is a riveting poem about hope not being a course of action. Which between you and me whomever you are served as a life lesson i needed. Which could be hopeless (no pun intended) but between me and you... well, between me and creepers i don't know stalk my blog, that's not between me and you. You probably notice how i talk about things that I'm not involved in like i know what I'm talking about, like buddy wakefield or other things like athletics and oatmeal and young thai girls and christmas decorations. (To be honest, I'm still trying to remember the relationship between the last 2.)
This is probably longer than it should've been. I just figured since i can't save this as a draft for letters to a certain someone (which you probably know but I figured that I'd explain the app only has a post button; anyways.) That i would just make a reasonably sized for people to read.
I wonder if I'll start writing publicly on a regular basis. (My private writing practices will probably remain the same.) Anyways, i wouldn't usually say all this, I'm just not used to writing to more than one person. Blah.
I'm just going to shut up now.
Psyche. Random thought on a dream.
person who i know creeps on me: I had a dream where i was trying to impress you or inconspicuously get your intention from across the parking lot after school by running in a really weird way where i moved my arms twice as slow as my legs and jumping/climbing around on stuff. You came over and had on this weird green dress and pink 5 dollar flipflops. You looked amazing, but had a you been an old redneck, like a watermelon with one end cut off that lived in the deep south and enjoyed going on dates at kentucky fried chicken who'd been chain smoking. I woke up a litt upset that you weren't there but grateful for your sake that you have a better fashion sense. xD got i stick my foot in my mouth too much. Well, technically since it's about you, you are the one sticking my foot in my mouth. =p
Possibly bad html attempt: But hey, at least i didn't picture you as buddha.
Enough of these rants!
-hunter.

Being Bored.

So, my wonderful girlfriend Jessica and I's first month together is today.

and this morning, she told me she was glad that i wasn't bored with her yet, which i agree, i'm glad i'm not too.

People talk all the time about not being happy with their relationships. I think the real words of this are, "i'm bored with him/her."

so while explaining in a secret vault i keep somewhere you few readers will never know of, i talked about how i couldn't have the heart to find Jess boring, and i tried to explain why, but then i realized it was just because of who she is.

I don't really think i could find myself getting bored with her. Somehow, i have the weird feeling that i value her personality and see it as this rather peaceful spontaneousity. That doesn't really make sense, but i think in simpler terms; Being in a relationship creates a temporary gravitation to the other person. But with Jessica, i am gravitated naturally, more like a best friend than just a girlfriend. I don't have to change anything about her to make me happy, what is already there makes me happy, flaws and features alike. Basically just the natural being she is. and i'm without a doubt Happier than i've been in a long, long time.

anyways, that wasn't off topic, it has to do with what my point is =p

i think that deep compatability and not "getting bored" go hand in hand. People say that deep compatability that exists after setting is what makes people "right for one another." now, get this like i'm saying "jessica and I are soul mates," there is no way to tell after a month, i'm not insane (or in middle school.)

Basically, if you can go for years without getting bored with someone, it's because that temporary gravity never existed, it was always the natural gravity of personality attractiveness. If you actually like someones personality, they are worth staying with. trying to make a relationship work with. not having to worry on a day to day basis about them leaving you or screwing things up, not having to say sorry for every little thing.

Now i don't believe there isn't more than one person in the world you couldn't spend the rest of your life with. i've seen first hand and example of this, i'm just saying the general compatibility is not so general after all, and it leads to not getting bored in a relationship, which is the key to being happy with someone, because it shows you value them deeper than their skin, you value them for who you are, and so when you think of a happy old couple taking pictures at a canyon, you should probably think of this.

anyways, i know this probably didn't make much sense (like it did in my head,) buuuuuut, i gave it a shot. hahaha.

live life abundantly kids, but make sure you use protection.

-hunter.

Morris Gift

let it be known:

Morris Gift

?-November 1, 2010

Morris Gift was perhaps one of the sweetest and most loving fishes to every roam the expanse of his bowl. as a baby, he was rescued from a tiny plastic container in PetCo by a beautiful stronghearted woman. For weeks as he grew, he played and jumped over his divider to the annoyance but love of his amazing mother Jessica. he enjoyed his time on earth as a beta fish, especially with his favorite companion black zebadiah. it seems their names truly were misplaced, as morris was really the gift of God, and zebadiah was the one of black skin. However short his time may have been, it was a great time shared by those who cared about him. He enjoyed swimming and jumping and flashing his gills, as well as digging through pebbles and exploring his bowl. he is survived by mother Jessica and brother Zebadiah. He will always be remembered as a cute, intelligent fish, as well as a passionately aggressive gill flasher, and despite all the strange times he may have had and the loss of his life, he was extraordinary, even the times where he was lost in the beauty of the corner of his bowl and his 3 second attention span.

Rest In Peace Morris; In beta fish heaven, you don't need any air besides the ocean air.

=)