I was going to write this about....

Going to the hospital and such. But life has a funny way of slapping you in the face.
So I wanted to talk about some stuff.
Like how bloody idiotic it is to just "take a hit" of someone's cig when you're in high school. Or how some people think their only danger is parents figuring out- rather than losing a friend because they're so immature.
But... maybe you smoke. Or maybe one of your family members does. So I'm sorry if this offends you. I just don't think that a "devout Catholic" kid should be getting into that shit. At least, not until they're old enough to outgrow the whole hard core scene.
Maybe you have a problem. Maybe you know someone who is being ridiculous. If so, tell me about them. If you want, the comment won't go through (I moderate them... no need... but it makes me feel... important.) Maybe I'll give you a call or shoot you an email. I'm good at fixing things.
Also, let me know your opinions on attention. My next post will be about that.

Bonus: my friend challenged me this: Write a good thought every day for a week, a month, a year. Tell me your good thing. My good thing for today? "Just look at that smile, it's contagious." The pain doctor? He's pretty awesome.

Stay rad,
Riley.

So it's been a while

since I've last posted... for various reasons like band camp and this pesky problem I seem to be having concerning my left calf. I've got something that in the medical world they like to call RSD. Which, if you didn't know, is actually a synonym for the word "shitty". But the point: Today, I was supposed to go to a friend's house and hang out with some friends but I had a really bad side effect from my new pain medication- nausea. So long story short, I called in sick.
And that got me thinking. What stuff in life do you do that seems to help the bigger issue but ends up ruining the small things with it's "side effects"?
Let me know.
Stay rad,
Riley.
P.S. I've got a secret....

Somedays....

I just dont' feel like taking my medicine... or eating my vegetables.... or running a few miles.... or talking to people... or being normal.Some days, I want to eat strawberries all day. Some days I want to only eat things that are orange (try it, it's fun). Some days I want to sit. Some days I want to read. Some days I want to walk (to that place I'm not really allowed to go). Some days I want to sneak out. Some days I do. Some days I feel like playing guitar. Some days I feel like learning by doing and figuring out how to restring a guitar (with patience, if you were wondering). SOme days I want to talk fast. Some days I want to talk slow. Some days I want to sit outside, in that place. We all that that place. For me, it used to be the hamock in my back yard... until we moved. Now, it's on this little bench in our garden. So tell me, what do you want to do some days? Where do you want to go if you just want to.... escape.

I made a stunning realization... band + torn muscle + sleep depriavation.....

Don't make for a particularly creative day. So I won't be updating a whole lot the next two weeks. mostly I'll be sleeping. Have a great two weeks, tell me if you have any really big plans. You know what, tell me a story about you as well... or your deepest darkest secret. Maybe I'd like to get to know you better.
Stay rad,
Riley.

With my stories.... (P. S. I'm spoiling the END of the book)

My friend got really upset at me because I may have taken the artistic decision to kill all my main characters off. And then she ran and sat in my closet.
Which got me thinking, what do you hide from (figurative/literal)? Why do people hide in general?
Tell me about it.
For me, it's truth/reality. I can't handle it. So I decide to live in my own little worlds of misconceptions.
Stay rad,
Riley

There's this song...

In the movie John Tucker Must Die (not judging.... just judging... I understand). And it's by Ben Lee (or by Modest Mouse) called Float On. And my friend and I (wecanbuilditallagain.blogspot.com) couldn't figure out what song it was for the life of us. It's funny how stuff evades you sometimes. Look it up. The lyrics help a lot more than you'd imagine.
Stay rad,
Riley.

So I was at my mother's office....

And I had absolutely nothing to do.... besides, you know, check my blog. But since I'm really not all that interesting and no one else has updated their blogs yet (I've come to the conclusion that the people I follow actually have lives), it was an unrewarding endeavor. But I had to come up with something to occupy my time. So I decided to conquer my lack of interesting material by writing anyway. This may be completely and utterly dull, I am sorry.

So I really don't have anything to say, other than that I'm cursing my wonderful ability to procrastinate. I have a shit load (excuse the language) of summer work to do. Which means that after/around/during my next two weeks of band camp (really, it's just like American Pie depicts it...), I have to complete all my summer assignments. Which seems ludicrous, because the AP work is really just busy work.

But I do need some help. I'm entering one of two manuscripts of mine into a writing contest to see if they may get published, except they have one debilitating flaw. The titles have the terrible problem of being identical to the titles of other.. popular books/series. The first: Left Behind. How can I change that? The second: Dear John (I know, it sounds like the Nicholas Sparks novel/movie, but when I wrote the story, I had no idea that Nicholas Sparks' book existed.)

Any help you can offer would be amazing.

Stay rad,
Riley

Tell me what you're doing this summer

So a friend wrote to me....

And she sent me her journal with all her secrets in it. At one part, she mentioned asdfjksemicolon.com. Go check that out. The moderator of that site probably could write a book with all he/she has learned. It kind of reminds me of post secret/secret regrets (minus the competition for recognition). Maybe that's what everyone needs- an ear to finally hear them. So this week, find someone random, ask them how they are doing. And don't take "good" "okay" "fine" "great" for an answer. Really ask them how they are doing, show interest. Ask them what's been going on in their life, don't take "nothing much" or "same old same old" for an answer. Find out what interesting stuff they've done. You might feel weird, they might feel weird, but in the end, they'll know you care. Maybe that's waht everyone needs- someone to care.

Think about it.
P.S. I have an idea... look up Dan Brown if you don't know him. If you do, tell me what you think his secret plan is. He's got an idea, and whatever it is, it's going to be big.

Stay rad,
Riley

There was this thing I did....

Once. I wrote a story, I wrote a poem, I wrote a song, I wrote anything that came to mind.
Here's a song I wrote:

I haven't been out since God knows when
And I haven't seen you again.
And it's been so long since you left
And it's been too much that I've wept

So I sit here alone
Thinking on my own
I sit here alone
Staring at the phone

But I know you won't call
I waited through the fall
And I know you won't come
In a day under the sun
And it's been so long since I've seen you
And I haven't a clue what to do

So I sit here alone
Thinking on my own
I sit here alone
Throwing words like a stone

And splash, they go
But still you don't show
And splash, I know
I've hit an all time low
And it's been too long for me to wait
And it's been too much for me to take

I sit here alone
Thinking on my own
I sit here alone
It's time for me to go

So I'm going away
Where? I won't say
I'm done today
It'll be two years this may.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~


So I have a poem as well... I know it's weird. But these are the things that I write when I'm bored.

Picture perfect
Nightime sky
Swift sailboat
Stifled cry
Black water
So serene
Cut cleanly
By the knife
And me

Stay rad,
Riley

I updated every day like a fiend last week.....

But this week.... well, it's been completey insane. My elder sister got married and therefore I have had not a life but sleeping and wedding. I was a bridesmaid and the whole shindig was insane. But now, it has finished. I'm in a state of writers block, but I'll get back to posting more once I finally catch up on all the sleep I've missed the past week.