My summer is going to be insane.I have about a month until camp, where I'll take guitar lessons and gymnastics and all kinds of amazing things like cooking and assorted games. I had a little taste of what it would be like last spring break when I did a community service/bible study week. There is so much that camp has to offer. I made irreplaceable friends, grew as aperson, and came out wiser and more friendly. Camp brings out the best in people and I love it. But my summer doesn't stop there. I still have the Keys to look forward to. I'll be going diving in the Florida Keys with my very best friend, Levi Brown.That kid is like a little brother to me although he's older. I've tought him so much and vise versa. He's incredible. I look up to him and trust him more than anyone else hands down. He's a gentleman, and so smart. He's proof that nice guys don't finish last. He and I are pretty much connected. We finish each other's sentences, we know exactly what the other is thinking, and we're not afraid to tell eachother if we're being dumb. I can go to him for anything, and my door is always open for him as well. I'll be doing my first diving, first plane ride, and so much more with him which I'm incredibly blessed to have the chance to.
I am going to review Assassin's Creed, Black Flag. Over all, I give it a 10/10. It is either my favorite game, or my second favorite only to Skyrim. The game play was perfect. there was a perfect, changing shadow behind every figure in the game. I loved the diversity of the game as well. I could go from blasting away Spaniards at sea, to dueling the British by sword on deck or land. The weaponry wasn't nearly as vast, but i loved having mortars on my ship. The part that stood out to me was how amazingly vast the map was. You could sail for hours, and it took days to discover the entire game's secrets. It's a game that I can see myself playing for quite a while, even though I've finally beat it. That's another thing, this game is almost never over. There's always going to be some kind of objective for you to pursue. You can challenge yourself with a few Man'O wars, or pile up some british or spanish soldiers against you in a fierce vie for reputation. Even when those are done with, you can pursue the abstergo challenges which allow you to put a twist on the game by activating the games "cheats" which are most of the time just things that make the game more challenging or just plain strange. If I had to rate the game 1-10, I'd give Assassin's Creed, Black Flag. a 10/10.Well, this is supposed to be a free write. So I'll talk about running. Running has been a big part of my life ever since I can remember. When I was a little kid, I used to Idolize Flash Gorden. I thought that he was the coolest superhero ever, even over the popular ones like super man or captain America. I used to put on red clothes and make sound effects as I ran around the house, whizzing past everyone and everything. I thought so highly about my abilities to move like him that one day, as my brother picked on me, pushing and hitting me, I told him in all seriousness that I have super powers, and that I don't use them because I don't want to hurt him. It's always been important to me, but its become much bigger as I grow older. Now I use it competitively. My love of running became useful in about 8th grade when I joined cross country. Now the idea of being able to run as fast as I desired for as long as I desired was way out of question to me at this point, but that didn't make my love for running decrease any. I quickly became intrigued by the fact that I, a human, fragile and somewhat weak could run 2 miles in nearly 12 minutes as a tiny little eighth grader. The impressive thing to me, was that the human body could be pushed so hard, for so long. I wasn't the best by any means, but I did bring in a few medals that year. The next year, I brought in a fair amount of medals as well. Then I found track. Track flipped my world upside down. Learning the new challenges and the new limits to be pushed. I was in love. The fact that I could bare such tremendous runs with the very people that I call my friends blew my mind and swelled my heart. I pushed myself to new extremes, not for myself but for my team. I quickly became sort of a leader for my team, and therefor I was encouraged to be a better role model. I would always run the extra little lap, or get two or three extra sprints in even if my body begged me to stop, or tone it down. My team was there in the back of my mind, coming up just short because I didn't push hard enough. That year, we ended up getting 1st place in the 4x400 and 4x800, both teams lead by me. I ran my 400 in 57 seconds as a freshman, and my 800 right after running my 400, and doing it in 2;16. Running is my true love. He walked with haste, moving along through the halls, picking his bow from the table. His footsteps were nimble and swift. He then broke into a dash. He had very little time. He leapt onto his horse, it's mane shimmering a beautiful bright red in the sunlight, bouncing as they raced to the brush, creeping around a troop of enemies. after their vulgar screeches and grunts died out due to distance, he bolted away on horseback. He quickened pace rapidly, propelled by his anger. The beat of the horse's footsteps quickened as his temper rose. He knew he only had so much time to arrive. The sunlight started to fade over the hills as he cruised at a breakneck pace on the treacherous trail. Rocks fumbled into each other causing them to tumble down the hill, just barely off of the path. The ground beneath him collapsed, phasing him none as he leapt from the back of his companion, landing lightly and continuing his trek along the unforgiving landscape. He was nearing his target with no time to waste. His lungs burned, his legs lost all feeling at least a mile ago, and it had long been dark. He collapsed to his knees, sweat dripping from his brow and his legs shaking, wobbling like jello. Enemies appeared over the hill, outlined by morning's light. He loosed arrows into a few that weren't occupied with his companions, dropping them on contact. This was it, he had no time to spare, he couldn't rest, rest was for the weak, for the already defeated, for the ones who did not deserve a victory this big. His kingdom depended so heavily on him, and he was wasting precious time on his knees taking a selfish rest. He leapt to his feet, a rush of adrenaline coursing through his blood, his heart feeling like it could emerge from his chest at the beat it was going. He would not fail. The swarm of his foe plagued the ground. He let his eyes drift, skimming across the crowd.. He then spotted his target. He would not let his family, let alone his people down. The women and children in need, the ones whose life depended so heavily on this one action. He knocked an arrow, rounding the corner, he got a firm foothold, resuming the same stance that he was so used to, he drew his arrow, lengthening the draw on his bow as far as possible. He would need this shot to be his best. Time froze. The weight on his shoulders multiplied. He released the arrow.. It soared through the air, wobbling left and right, starting its spiral to its target. It sliced the air, seemingly moving a mile an hour. Then it happened.. A hand shot up, seeming to defy all time, clasping the arrow, stopping it dead in it's tracks. This meant war. My favorite memory was of when my family and I went to the beach. The trip started out on the road. It took us a little over 14 hours to get to Gulf shores, and in that time, we all traded storries and achievements and jokes. It's times like that that make my life brighten up, and make my cares go away. anyways, we discovered a chain of stores called "piggly wiggly" an even a couple win dixies. We eventually got there and it was breath taking. I've never been out of Arkansas, so this was a whole new world for me. The sound of the ocean, the sun, the way that everyone was suddenly happy and kind purely out of the want to share the mood. The aura was incredible. I was never upset or slightly sad at the beach, the entire week I was carefree and happy. I learned to skimboard, fitball, and I met a model and ended up spending a lot of my time with her, and on the last day as the sun set over the ocean and the birds quietened down, I ended up kissing her. We didnt become more than really close friends, and we are still best friends today. Skim boarding is actually kind of dangerous, I actually witnessed one kid break his arm, and another pretty much destroy his toes. I was actually sad to go home. The weightless feeling that the beach gave me was incomparable to anything I've ever experienced, and if I could I would go back right now, maybe even live there. It made me realize how bland Arkansas is. In the past month or two, I've learned a huge lesson. Friendship is a really fragile thing. Often held up by one concept, "What can you do to benefit me?" In my life, I've had very few friendships that have lasted. It's always them, or me, who is in the friendship for one or more obtainable goals or items, and as soon as those are achieved? The friendship is over. It's sad. One of the worst parts is that often, you pick your friends for physical qualities. Looks, talents, wealth. Think I'm wrong? Take a step back and think, "If I didn't have school, or work, if I didn't see them every day, if I didn't make it a point to be in their life, who would go out of their way to talk to you? Who would find a way to see you, purely out of the want to be around you? And most importantly, who wouldn't?" Friendships and relationships almost always rely on beneficial factors such as personal gains, or favors. It's so rare that you'll find a frienship that is based purely on wannt for eachother's happiness. It's always, "what can you do for me? What can I could rant for a really long time about this, but I guess I'll stop there. It was a warm breezy day, I can still recall the soft spray of salt water on my face and the seagulls lingering in the mast as we sailed. It had been a while since I had boarded my ship, the Jackdaw. My sails were as dark as night, my cannons always ready, and my mortars were the best that the West Indies had to offer. My crew and ship were undoubtedly the most fearsome to ever sail the seas. No ship dared even look upon us with the wrong intent without shivering and shaking in fear. This vessel had taken many lives, 46 cannons total, swivels with the precision of a rifle. To challenge us was to sign your own death warrant. War was not our cause of sail today though. No, we were after something more important than a trifle or two that could be collected from the rubble of my enemies, or any amount of rum or sugar. Rumor had been circulating about a so called white whale. It was a grand beast, one more brilliant and cunning than any whale or sea creature I've caught before. A flick of it's tail turns the sea, and only one sailor lived to tell it's tale. My Christmas break was a very eventful one. It was a roller coaster for me, it had some emotional ups and downs. I love my family more than anything, don't get me wrong, but they come with some cons. I've never been allowed to stay the night at other peoples houses, or to go visit my friends, so recently I've started and it gives me a taste of what other families are like behind closed doors. They are all similar in one way or another. I guess I could say I'm jealous of them in a way. I've never known my dad so seeing a father figure in my friend's lives and how he cares and interacts with them is a weak spot for me, and it causes a heavy heart around holidays. Especially with the tension in my family. A couple years ago my mother chose her boyfriend over my brother and me and she handed us a phone and told us to pack our bags. I'm only just now learning to accept her into my open emotions, and forgive but not forget. She was around for Christmas, that was a blessing and a curse. A part of me feels like I shouldn't be this emotional. I just want a normal family, or at least a whole family. I'm only human, my heart tells me that it's fine to feel this way over the subject but my mind is beating me up over it. I know for sure that I wouldn't wish this weight upon my worst of enemies and it pains me to think that others have felt it or are feeling it now. I just want to hug them all and be there for them, and let them know that they aren't alone and that they can talk to me over it and not fear judgement or the chance of being looked down upon. On a brighter note, she is feeling better physically. I hope things turn out the best that they can for her, and I will always love her more than any women that can walk into my life. If my heart is this heavy, I hate to imagine how her's feels. |