The Great Valley

Littlefoot, Cera, Ducky, Petrie, and Spike. Do these names mean anything to you? They are the main characters of my now official and never to be removed favorite animated/kids film. Land Before Time. I say it is now my favorite film not because I just recently watched it for my first time. I was watching it on VHS before I couldn’t turn around without using a barrel roll. It was my movie before time, you could say. But that’s the thing about kids movies, you leave them alone for awhile, through that awkward adolescence. Then you find them back at home, or while digging through the walmart $5 dvd bin. Or at your gf’s place and you are too scared to watch it then and get “emotional” in front of her. But you watch them anyways and then come the crush. I get crushed. Not by how awesome it is but by how much I cannot appreciate the movie anymore. I am turned off by the shotty film work and the anorexic excuse of a plot line. If it is live action I will undoubtedly hate the child actors. I got so messed up after I watched brave little toaster again I was afraid anything I threw away would gang up with other discarded by Mitch objects and nearly kill me at a junk yard and guilt trip me afterwards.
Not the case with Land Before Time. Just to get it out of the way, I had three single tears make it out of my eye cavity. But there are too many parts to talk about that got me joked up. The opening egg hatching part, especially with Littlefoot making me want to find the closest baby and hold it forever. The death of Littlefoot’s mother of course. The inner-group fighting scene to redemption. When Littlefoot sees his mom’s figure in the cloud and says “its just too hard”, then yells “don’t go mother, don’t go” and the cloud leads him to the Great Valley. Then to wrap it all up with that ending song by Diana Ross, “If we hold on Together”.
I love this movie and it had tons of great morals and lessons, and oddly enough a great faith and family analogy. Take time to watch it, not as a lets get the crew together and be cute, giddy and funny while we watch it. Watch it alone or with little siblings so you can appreciate, how this movie can make you feel.

titles or no titl... who really cares!!!

She asked me to write a blog about something we had talked about, it didn't seem interesting at all but even the most despicably boring story hits right with a timeless introduction. Here are 7, go ahead pick the best.

1. As she begged, begged and continued to grovel and appeal to any whim within my creative core, it was too late. I had already become introspective.
2. She sat on her edge of the couch while I occupied the far cushion with the “safe distance” one cushion rule applying. She made the repeated request and I was lost in my own thought.
3. I retraced our sporadic steps back through our incredibly unfocused conversation. She (myarson), summoned and requested from the farthest known reaches.
4. Under the lume, she may have been. But I could never have been found.
5. With class she continued to soupcone. With spunk she called for satisfaction. Sassy sentences structured her demands. Postulating with the upmost pluck she addressed me. I was lost in reverie.
6. Unstoppable force meets immoveable object. Girl of southern tenacity but no angle meets boy of proven stubbornness and no reason.
7. She said what this boy had never heard, but even sugar wears off with time.

Heavy Blankets keep me safe

How many times do you wake up in the morning and instantly as the blur ebbs away from your eyes, a rhythm comes rushing into your brain? This my version of radio wake-up calls. It is not what I listened to the night before, it is not that simple. I kid you not my brain knows exactly what sonic caffeine I need injected into my veins the moment my matted hair raises off the pillow. Again it is not what I listened to the night before, it’s what happened to me the day before. What did I talk to God about in my prayers, what did I stare at my ceiling thinking about. My mind knows and when I wake up that next morning my brain has looked through the playlist in “Mitchtunes” and has picked the jam I need. That I need, possibly. Sometimes the song is a soundtrack to something I am trying to forget and get behind me. Sometimes it’s the background music to a temptation. Sometimes though it’s what “eye of the tiger” was for Rocky. Sometimes I am jamming that sound round and around three or four times post-shower, telling me it is going to be just fine. I’m gonna kill it, and that song is no longer a 4min sound bit but a friend. A friend that listened to me and was that running start needed to get over the terrible hill.

Incomplete set of examples:

- P.O.S. : I am angry at a circumstance/situation

- K.O.L : Horny or heart-ache

- Hospital Beds: Got knocked hard but no hope lost.

- Rocks Tonic Juice: pointless girl trouble, it’s negligible. Happy to hate.

- Sowing Season: it’s raining

THE HOT SEAT

The hot seat.
Not referring to the phrase used when “Who wants to be a Millionaire” was what everyone got together to watch at family friends house’s.

The hot Seat.
When one is in the computer lab and within viewing distance is someone very attractive and you look and them and they look at you. They finish before you and leave, to be replaced by someone of equal or increased attractiveness. With whom you meet eyes.

Cute and Creepy

Pretty girly

Pretty girly from far away

Pretty girly so much between us

No less than fifty feet of cold air and one window pane

Talking on the phone can’t hear your voice I’ll go insane

Pretty girly I bet you are really nice

Pretty girly could be single

Pretty girly

Pretty girly with long hair

Pretty girly could laugh at my jokes

We could watch seasons of your favorite show together at night

From our first date then honey moon to wake we wouldn’t fight

Pretty girly my steps close the space

Pretty girly our eyes met

Pretty girly

YOUR MOVE SUCKA

You head out to the date, you pick her up and she is looking very very fine, and obviously she knows this is an important date not that she needed to wear one specific clothing article but she meant to look sexy and she is succeeding. Things are going well, when you want to drive a joke home you stare her down with a big laughing smile while you put your right hand noticeably on her hip. She playfully hits you when you said something edgy. You guys are walking out to your car (which you have cleaned out for the date) but you lead walk with her to her passenger side. Through some positioning you are now holding her close around the hips; she knows what you are going to do. You know what you want to do, so like a seasoned pro, you do it. The Mac’in starts, you move onto the reclined passenger seat. But as you begin to nuzzle her neck you see something just outside public view, something only a man in your current position could see, a hickey. Now most men would recoil in disgust and horror but you are a Mac Pro, you don’t back down to no hickey.
You move over to her other side just a bit below the collar bone, you open your mouth a bit wider than normal and get sucking. You are going to make a bigger hickey than who ever left the last one. Once you’re done she gives you a sultry look saying I enjoyed that and you drop her off gentleman like at her door and go home. Three days later you find yourself with her on her couch watching some movie, you being the big spoon can see most parts of this sweet thang. Then in a message as clear as the color contrast between her silky smooth skin and the blue of a bruise, a hickey sits just inside her hip bone. Its huge!!! You don’t waste much time flipping this girl around and start what definitely was going to happen once the credits rolled. You give her a flower hickey, five hickeys grouped together to make one freaking huge one. Next time you see her, she’s got a hickey line around her left thigh. You retaliate with a tic-tac-toe game hickey on her right shoulder blade. Saturday night shows that your suck happy opponent can shade to make a 3D illusion orb with varying intensity hickey’s. This girl goes to church the next day with a van-gogh perspective hickey on her left ribs underneath her dress. She is no longer a girl but a chess piece between two grand masters.
You are giving the girl so many hickey’s, sucking her face and toes and everything between that your lips start chapping big time, and then they peel and start to bleed. You are in the computer lab one day when you look at the guy across the table. He looks up and stares and exactly what you zero in on, his chapped, peeling, bleeding lips…

SENDING OUT A S.o.S

The karma of ships. I know when I have hurt someone as we sailed on our own ship. I tell myself, it was just part of the game, my hand was forced, I had to abandon our ship sorry but I had too. It will hurt being alone tossed on the seas but, this failure is just one step closer to your success. Cheer up it will be ok without me onboard. But as the notches of my jumped ships pile up, I become aware that I may escape the storms but I may not escape the fate. So with a grin on my face and clenched fists at the end of my wrists, I say, well yeah she jumped your ship but that’s just one more S.O.S that you have paid for on this voyage. Will my karma of ships mean that for every capsize, and abandonment I cause, I must also endure? I don’t really care! My sails are full against the wind and I am on a F#*cking boat. Thus i continue my voyage.