Alright, this may be a long post so let’s not forget the Disclaimer... And because it is likely that we will have so first time readers on this post I'll instruct you to go read it... Or much more likely just read this and I'll give you a synopsis: Don't talk about this blog in the real world.
On a side note, I am writing this knowing that people will read it, and that definitely affects what I say / how I say it.
“Masks”
By: Me
The masks we all wear
to show each other we care,
covering what is real
to change how we feel,
the actors change who they are to entertain
but traces of their personality remain,
flat plastic shades lowered to hide the sky
limiting the space where learning minds can fly,
on the page the white out spilled
covering the truth allowing a rebuild,
all the grass that covers the field
so the ugly dirt remains concealed,
the truth never to be unfurled
as all the masks cover the world.
I thought that would be fitting, this post more than any other I feel that what I am writing is changed knowing that you will read this. And I don’t like that idea. But, whatever, I haven’t written in a while and this is what you came to see,
so without further ado,
this is what I think of you.
Scott: Probably the first one that will read this post, so why not put you down first. You are defiantly the leader of the Palmer kids; whenever you hold yourself hostage you get your way.
Mike: I would like to know you in the future but I doubt the occurrence.
Luke: Same.
Flody: I apologize for telling you this but I believe that you are the second to least liked in the group. I don’t believe that you think about what you’re doing often. If you’re ever reading over someone’s shoulder and see this then I recommend you go read the levels of thought entry to this blog and really think about it without discussing it. (I hope I spelled your nickname right…)
Danny: Immature, but it seems that when alone you’re able to get things done. Of the Palmer kids I believe that you are the least dependent on Scott.
Henry:
Joey: I would like to know you better but doubt the occurrence.
Trevor: WoW is beginning to take hold again.
Me: My minesweeping levels have gone down; unfortunately Guitar Hero fills that void nicely. My classes this semester are slightly harder; I don’t think that I will get strait A’s again… I am worried about this first Physics test. I am also starting to take up photography as a hobby, we shall see were this goes.
What’s written above does affect how I feel about you, but knowing that you’re reading, makes me limit and change what I wanted to write for each of you, for that I apologize. And if you don’t go to the School of Mines and are reading this, the people that are mentioned here that were not mentioned last time are second floor kids.
Recently my roommate moved out and I have turned my into the TV room and with a slight amount of creativity managed to fit my bicycle into a closet. However, now there are people in my room playing games late at night and when I am studying (ha ha) but seriously… I don’t mind people doing that but I am not sure I like what is changing about me because of the game play.
Recently everybody listed above and one other person not mentioned in this blog decided to live in Mines Park next year. Unfortunately, there are ten people listed above (plus the one) and the rooms are shared among three. So I became the odd man out, and (almost) everyone I know already has their living arrangements already filled out and sent in. When I first discovered this it caused me a great amount of grief. Now that amount is smaller, only because I took the sissy way out and looked on the brighter side of life. I wondered, if given the option would I want to live in Mines Park. The rooms are bigger and nicer, you get a kitchen, but it is further away and I do enjoy being on campus. Because the school lets freshmen get first pick on the traditional doors it is very unlikely that I will get the opportunity to live here next year. All of this leaves only one option, Weaver Towers. The rooms there are really small and the ceilings are low, which would not work well for me. So I am left without a decision.
I don’t like this post.
Read levels of thought or why I don’t talk, they are better.
Please don’t talk outside of this blog about this post. Reply and I will reply back.
L8R-- Michael
