One more one more thing for tonight.

Just kidding, I have one more thing to say.
"The World Is Mine" by Alex Day (aka nerimon). It's an absolutely amazing song. He's wonderful.
Stay rad,
Riley

One more thing for tonight.

I just wanted to share a story.
Of how I fell in love once.
His name was Boy. And we met in a silly way. We met in that class that was the basis of our relationship. That language that was the basis of our love. We talked in that class in that language. And that's how we met. And we did silly things like hold hands and hug and stalk eachother on Facebook. And we became close friends. And he helped me more than Boy can ever imagine. And I helped him too I think. And we fell in love. And we broke up. But love doesn't die like that. And we got back together. And we talked more in that language but we were no longer in that class. And we fell deeper in love. And we talked about spending our lives together. And living happy and in love. And we broke up. Because he moved to that country that was too far away. And I didn't try hard enough I guess. Because love doesn't fade like that. Unless you're boy, and then it does.

Maybe you have a similar story.
Let me know.
Stay rad,
Riley

IF there's one thing I want to share it's this

We all talk about the plans for our lives.... What we're going to do. Not what we do. So before you die, because we all die, you've got to do something with your life. You've got to fall in love or go sailing or take a risk or break a bone. Make every moment memorable. Make a list. I did. Here's 100 things I'm going to do.

1. Take pictures with strangers at the mall
2. Make a video to put on youtube
3. Serenade someone with song
4. Jump into a pool fully clothed
5. Dance in the rain
6. Sing in public
7. Blow something up (like on explosion Wednesday.... if you understand that reference then you have watched Craig Benzine or WheezyWaiter on youtube, and if so then you're my new favorite person, all 100,000+ of you subscribers.)
8. Write a song with guitar, bass, and piano parts
9. Go to New York City
10. Drive across the country
11. Go a week without any outside communication
12. Read every Shakespeare play
13. Build a fence
14. Party all night
15. Give all my money to someone homeless
16. Go on a mission trip
17. Run through a field/skip through flowers
18. Go to Germany
19. Adopt a kid
20. Play Wonderwall by Oasis in the streets of Dublin
21. Kiss an Irish man
22. Graduate
23. Get a job
24. Quit dramatically
25. See Sam again
26. Go to Mexico
27. Let someone go
28. Get someone back
29. Save a life
30. Write a book
31. Get that book published
32. Read the entire bible
33. Go sky diving
34. Change someone's life
35. Write a letter to someone special
36. Mail it
37. Break a lamp
38. Be a God parent
39. Be an LIT at YMCA camp high harbour
40. Get married
41. Learn Spanish
42. Learn Italian
43. Get lost
44. Stay lost
45. Make a garden
46. Break a heart
47. Play in the snow
48. Work in a coffee shop
49. Go to Disney World
50. Go to England
51. Fall in love
52. Go to Vegas
53. Gamble
54. Get myself found
55. Voulenteer at a hospital
56. Get my heart broken
57. Punch someone out
58. Try out for a roll in a movie
59. Play someone a song on three instruments
60. Learn to dance
61. Go to Chicago
62. Move away
63. Take a spontaneous vacation
64. Learn to knit
65. Buy a boat
66. Go to a Sufjan Stevens concert
67. Go to prom
68. Have a co ed party
69. Make an invention
70. Climb a tree
71. Swim out to the far end of a swimming zone
72. Do a triathlon
73. Go to all 50 states
74. Take a risk
75. Have a wheel chair raced
76. Make a CD
77. Dress up as someone different every day for a month
78. Get my belly button pierced
79. Go to a movie premier
80. Get a tattoo
81. Play the drums
82. Sneak out
83. Buy a bird and set it free
84. Make absolutely no sense
85. Have a debate
86. Go a year without lying
87. Own a gun
88. Go shooting
89. Make a table
90. Study explosions
91. Act funny
92. Become a photographer
93. Go to a tanning salon
94. Get kicked out of a Wal Mart
95. Have a staring contest
96. Stay up for three days straight
97. Walk alone in a park
98. Get soaked in the rain
99. Buy a house of my own
100. Fly a plane

It may seem stupid, some of them may not make sense. But it's the little things that make the best memories. Some of those I've done, some I haven't. I've got years left. I really hope that this can inspire you.... if there is a you.... to want to do this.

A song to look up is A Lack Of Color by Death Cab for Cutie. I found it on shuffle today because that's how the best songs are discovered, I think.

Stay rad,
Riley

So once I wrote a poem

It was about a sparrow. It goes something like this:

The Sparrow
I once had a sparrow
Nimble, lean, narrow
Red and blue and white and black
I dreamt of flight atop its back
In spring rains or summer heat
My sparrow and I would daily meet
I loved that sparrow, gentle and kind
It shed a new light upon my mind
I loved it so very much
There are times now when I can almost feel its touch
And it loved me too
Even when I’d bid it to shoo
But spring and summer surely faded
My sparrow left me jaded
It ran away with love of the fall
Even thought it promised it’d be here through it all
Fall left with leaves strewn around
My whole life- askew on the ground
Winter came- frigid and cold
If only that sparrow was mine to hold
Finally the dawn of spring broke
On my tears I would choke
The thoughts of my sparrow
Were ending and narrow
I sat alone in the frozen sun
Looked out over the little ones
Felt a familiar tap on my head
I looked up and my heart nearly stopped dead
There was my sparrow
For me, nimble and narrow
It had returned
For me, it had returned

And when I wrote it, I thought nothing of it.
Tell me what you think.

Stay rad,
Riley

Maybe it's inspiration....

Maybe it's not. It's been a year and a half since my last post, and two since I started this blog. It wasn't until a good friend of mine was updating her blog that I thought to myself that eh, I might want to look into this again. But part of me wants this to be my private, public sharing ground. A place to rant and express without letting old friends know that I've picked this up again. So it's a little secret. Save for growing, learning, and drastically improving my conventions, I'm still the same. Maybe the pop cultural world has softened my attitudes, erased my originality. Maybe it has not. We'll see, won't we? I think I might take this blog in a new direction.
I may suggest other blogs (like dailyraz.blogspot.com or secondchanceonline.blogspot.com or postsecret.com).
Some part of me was lost last year, maybe here I'll let you know where it went.
And maybe if someone sees this, they'll understand why it hurt so much when they went away.

Stay rad,
Riley

Could you imagine?

Could you imagine losing a child? Could you imagine losing a family member? I mean, could you imagine seeing them there and healthy one moment and then seeing them dead the next? Could you imagine having it all slip away? Could you imagine figuring out that your dad was cheating? Could you imagine?

Stay rad,
Riley

Love (part 2)

Love is so confusing. And sometimes it can just sweep you up off of your feet and suddenly your floating. That floating can last for years or for but a day, but it makes you feel whole.
And if it leaves, you feel like you can never be the same without it. You are usually torn apart, in a horrible condition, and ridicule yourself. And then you sit and mope in 'could-a, should-a, would-a' land. And if you even hear the voice of your love, everything can temporarly be better, except that ends very soon, very very soon.
But if it lasts, it is the most wonderful thing ever. You live on a cloud. You live on air. You feel so great. You feel like magic. A surged energy pulses through your veins, you are up all night thinking about the one you love, you are happy, you are hyper, you are YOU at your best.

But even it if lasts, we, as humanity, are suspicious of a good thing and worry and feel pain of could-be loss until a certian point.

Well, at least, that is what we think feeling love is like.

But isn't it also the total ability to be overcome by emotions, but never do anything because it may upset the other. Love is the ability to kill youself for them, to jump infront of the bus for someone. And to stay to yourself and to reserve for the other, but never be upfront. Not to sabatoge them in a relationship for yourself, but rather help them out, be there for them. And then, if, and only if, one day they want you, you would totally be theirs.

Hmm.. .That's how I feel about love. I don't know how you feel. It's quite confusing after all.

Stay rad,
Riley