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My first date in a long time.

It was amazing! Last night was my first First Date in a long time. Me and Melanie and her friend went to the movies by the mall and saw 'Martian Child' With John Cusak. It was a good movie, but sitting next to her made it even better. Through the movie she leaned on me and we held hands, and even though we both wanted to kiss we didn't.

After the movie we went and walked around the mall and finally kissed in the book store. It wasn't a deep kiss, but it was still a kiss. After we ate some dinner at the food court we went out side
to wait for the rides (which was about an hour after the movie had ended.)

And then we really kissed. It was deep, warm, and just wonderful. The ecstasy of it all: the cool night air around us, our feelings for each other being expressed solely through our mouths and tongues. For a second I lost the ability to distinguish whose was whose.
It was amazing. Until her friend interrupted us.

And when her dad came to pick her up we were still making out (again) . It was so funny. She was wearing my jacket, glasses, and gloves too. So she had to stand there and take them all off right there. I felt so sorry for her, but I looked at her dad and then I wondered who I should feel sorry for more. Her or her dad. It was obvious that she had never shown an emotion about a boy in front of the man before and he was just in shock. It was just so funny.

And before I forget while we were walking around in the mall we saw like 30 something Hookers and hoes and stuff like that. It was a really odd night.
But it was my night. Our night. The best night I have had all year.

Re: FW: YOU PICK ONE....I CHOSE # 2.

FW: YOU PICK ONE....I CHOSE # 2.

This is an e-mail I got from a very good friend of mine and it made me smile. I am a very strong Christian and a very firm believer. And it jsut so happens that I was atheist up until say 6 or 7 months ago. But as it is now I would never go back to being what I was and I would like to meet the young man described in this little story and shake his hand. And I would love to congratulate him and tell him how much hearing that story made my day.

This one should keep us all thinking.

I chose #2, now you pick one.

This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at USC. There was a professor of philosophy there who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester to prove that God couldn't exist.

His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. Sure, some had argued in class at times , but no one had ever really gone against him because of his reputation.

At the end of every semester on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up!"

In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He would say, "Because anyone who be lieves in God is a fool. If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that He is God, and yet He can't do it."

And every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces.

All of the students would do nothing but stop and stare.

Most of the students thought that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up.

Well, a few years ago there was a freshman who happened to enroll. He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about his professor.
He was required to take the class for his major, and he was afraid. But for three months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said, or what the class thought.

Nothing they said could ever shatter his faith.. .he hoped.

Finally, the day came! The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom.

The professor shouted, "You FOOL!!! If God existed, he would keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!"

He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleat of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man, and then ran out of the lecture hall.

The young man, who had stood, proceeded to walk to the front of the room and shared his faith in Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of His power through Jesus.

You have 2 choices:
1. Delete this and never look at it again.

2. Pass this along to your Christian and non-Christian friends, giving them encouragement we all need every day.

When you choose option 2, you have chosen to STAND UP.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different:

This is not intended to be a joke, it's not funny, and it’s intended to get you thinking..............

Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.



Isn't it funny how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or do anything the Bible says? Or is it scary?

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God).

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.

Isn't it funny how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and workplace?

Isn't it funny how someone can be so fired up for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the week?

Are you laughing?!

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.

Wow, I'm sorry its been so long.

OK, as some of you know I have changed my name recently. Get used to it. If you do not know what that new name is, feel free to e-mail me because I just do not feel like typing it out at the moment. XD
I'm happy that I have finally gotten a spot on the field in marching band, and rather purplexed by some of the comments I recieve. Please, if you leave a comment leave some sort of name. Its rather frustrating because you don't know who to thank when they give you a compliment. XD Although I have a few suspicions on who that person might have been ^_^ and i'm glad that that person thinks so.
And speaking of band I would like to say that the other day when Michael Walker, an old tutor of mine (emphasis on the OLD XD j/k) listened to our band play I realized how much I had grown at my ability to play music. If he is still reading this then I would like to say that I wish we were still on good terms, but seeing how the past (which I would not change even if I had that option) has interfered with that I would like to wish him the best of luck. And I want him to know that he is in my prayers.
I'm also proud to say that I have found a new book to read. Its called 'The Warrior's Moon' by O.R. Melling, and I am just amazed by it. Weather its my weakness for Irish folklore, or my craving for a new fantasy I don't know. But its good.
And I am continueing o play Maple story, which is REALLY fun. Its hard to keep up with life when your in band, but its possible. I think I did pretty good on my first 9 weeks here the first report card comes out soon. Considering I was still trying to get used to high school + juggling band and home and everything else. Most of what I have are A's, B's, and C's, but Spanish I am not sure about..... this 9 weeks though I am determined to do much better.

I also want to say that my birthday, which passed by last week, was wonderful. I got a good new keyboard and mouse (wireless) and some new speakers (came with the package) I also got 2 cool shirts, an awesome hoody, a brand new video game and some money.
Speaking of money I hink I have found a job that I will be able to do (since I will be running it myself) the only problem is advertizing. I will need to get the word out somehow and then start my business.
I will be selling whole Taco Rings (a recipie that I know and love) for $20 and half ones for $10. All you have to do is call and make an order and I will deliver it to your house on the appropriate day at the appropriate time. Of course, I wmay be a little early with all the stuff I do durring the day,
But never the less I hope to get some good business so I can pay off band funds and then start earning my own money before I move back home to Houston.

OK. Time for bed for me. I'll try to post again soon.

^_^ Peace, love, and goldfish yall. I love yall so much and I will pray for yall every day. Just drop a comment and I will pray for you.

Love yall lots, Aubrey. (tis my new name)

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Band, Love, and a few 'WTF?! 0_o*?!' momments

OK. I was almost kicked out of band recently. Why you might ask? Well here it is. My friend Josh invited me to go to Disney World with him. And I had to earn $200 to go with him. And this being a once in a life time opportunity I took it. I earned all $200 on my own and with an extra $100 for gifts for my family, I went. I came back, yada yada yada.
See, the thing is, the band Directors didn't approve of me going and they said that I would lose my place on the field (which I did) and I would get kicked off the band (which I haven't.... yet)
Its so stupid how this is and get this. If I get kicked off my mother is shipping me back to Texas a year early. Don't get me wrong, I love Houston, in fact I really wanna do that, the only reason I don't is because I am in love with Kristen Walker, no matter what her dad says, and even though I don't get to see much of her (literally see) I still want to stay here for her. Just seeing her every day makes mine that much better.

And I hate this small down. These 2 small towns together are so small you could piss across town with a funnel.
And Mr. Walker: Stop reading my blog. This is seriously an invasion of privacy. I have my blog here so I can vent and do other stuff with out having to tell a parent like yourself. Some people would take this as stalking. And even though I think what you are doing is completely wrong I am not angry with you. Still not angry with you. Take it easy, man.

That goes for all of you too: Take it easy and live well. Live Laugh and Love like there's no tomorrow. Take all the chances and remember: There is always someone out there that is thinking of you right at that moment. There is always someone out there for you. And more often than not True love is found in the most unlikely of places. For some its their best friend, for others its someone that crushed on them for a long time and nothing really happened for an even longer time. And still others its a meeting brought on by the good lord and fate.
I guess for me I got lucky. This girl never gave up on me, and I won't give up on her.
Some think that love at this age is silly. Let me tell you, its no more silly than love at the age of 30 or 45 or any other age. We grow up much faster than the last generations, and that has contributed to us falling in love and finding our true loves much faster. So the only limitations there are are the limitations you put on yourself.

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New Cloths

OK, so this is gonna be really random, but my friend Josh, he gave me a bunch of cool cloths. He gave me some cloths from about the 70's and 80's, and I love them. Thank you Josh. :)

Wow

Damn, Band is gonna end up killing me, but it is fun XD, thanks to all that are adding comments, its really cool to get comments on my blog from both people I know and people I don't. I'm sorry I haven't typed anything in awhile, but my computer is.... weird. It won't turn on right at the moment, so
I am having to use the one up front, my fathers computer, and he is very stingy about it. So I don't get much of a chance to be on it.

Anyway,
Lately I have made some mistakes. I thought some stuff was going on and I made a few mistakes, but luckily nothing fell through. So I guess things are still going smoothly. That is, if you can say that the current romance department of my life is smooth.
I did have to turn down some more girls recently, and why they find me so attractive I may never know.
A friend of mine says that I look like Gara from Naruto, and another says I look like Shino. *rolls eyes* *sigh* but I did promise the girl that said that I look like Gara that I would cosplay as him for her if she took me to anime convention. She said she would pay my way, so *shrugs*

Anyway, things are going good and I can't wait for summer to be over. I may have to cut down my postings to maybe once a week or something, but chances are I will only be able to post erratically (randomly).

Weddings and Confusions

This weekend I am going to be out of town and at a wedding. The bride is a woman who is a lot like an aunt to me. So we have to go. I don't mind either. I hope that I will be able to see my life better while we are gone so I can get some things in order.
I am having trouble. This whole psychic thing and then the part of me that wants to stay loyal. I love Kristen, regardless of what anyone says. For the past few days I have been trying to move on, regardless of what I have said. I have been trying to listen to the advice of certain people by trying to forget about her, but I can't. I didn't write in stone that I wouldn't date, but I also feel like I did. There are gurls that are crushing on me, and I like them the same way. But I have had to turn a few of them down because of this promise I made. I said I would wait for Kristen as long as it would take. But its a lot harder than I thought. More gurls than I thought have crushes on me, and its not easy to turn them all down, especially when I think of them the same way. So to say the least things are a bit confusing. I have people who support my waiting, and others that don't believe and just want my sufferings to end.
And part of me believes either side. I know that the panic attack I experienced Tuesday was because I still love Kristen, and I am afraid that she wants nothing to do with me. I am so scarred but I am also not. Its kinda hard to explain.

Enough

Ok, I have had enough.
My mother is placing all the blame on me for everything. I had a panic attack today that last about 2 hours, maybe a little more. And The only thing my mother could think of was "What caused it, what made it stop" and my favorite: "You know its your fault, right?" and she kept making it sound like its all my fault. She kept telling me how stupid, and how useless I am. How wrong I am all the time. And she hit me, a lot. She wonders why I have panic attacks. She says that she puts money towards my band thing, and thats not support. All she does is tell me what I do wrong, no "Good Job, Matt, You did good." Or something like that. Just a load of crap. I'm sick of it. I am gone. Tonight.
Sorry to all of you who know where I live. And I'm sorry Sam, I said I wouldn't walk out, but after I thought about I decided it was best. I am sick of this abuse. I'm out.
Until my next post, later.

Marching

OK, So I haven't been posting. Things are just out of hand on my end. Its not to my liking either.
But I at least have band to distract me and great friends to comfort me.
Band is gonna be hell, from what I hear. We are marching already and its killer on my arms, and from what I hear they are gonna make us run till we toss out cookies. I can promise you I won't puke. I'll probably be running all practice though. I'm gonna go out to the field to practice marching, because I have band practice tonight. We are not gonna march tonight, but I need to practice anyway. I want to get it down fast and I want it so I won't be so tired so fast. I want to be the kid with the most stamina, and I have a feeling that if I do this it will work out.

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OK, so my sister wants me to post something on here, its actually pretty funny. As soon as she can get on a computer I am going to let my sister, Sam, Post what she wants to post. Not only because she is my sister and I owe her a world of favors, especially for these past few days, but because what she has to say was really funny XD trust me, what this gurl has to say is not nice in any way (OK, maybe it is nice, but not to some people) and it was just so funny. I'll let her explain these things. All I can say right now is that maybe if I don't get to make it as a writer (or even if I do) you may have to be watching for us on comedy central, we can be quite..... devious.

OK, so this is kinda hard to write. I hae found god, for the first time to be true, I have found God. I believe in Jesus and everything now, its kinda odd that it took me so long to find this. Anyway. I was shown God by my friend Sam, she is an amazing person and worthy of any respect. She is a strong person and isn't afraid of any0one (as far as I can tell) and she doesn't take unnecessary crap from anyone either. She is my hero. She is helping me get through the hardest thing I have ever faced so far in my short little life. its kinda sad for me, since I am not used to asking for help, but am used to giving help to others. But one must learn sometimes.
God decides to use that little thing called "Karma"What is happening: Kristen's father is not following his own advice. He is also deliberately being blind to our love. He said before, in a comment on my post titled "Gone" that "as thinking human beings we should not think with our emotions, but with our minds." What is he thinking with? Envy, scorn, malice, anger, Jealousy, any number of selfish things? Well what he says is true, in some cases, and sometimes it depends on which side you are on. I see both with my head and my heart (although I do not wish to see with my head at this point) and it is not an easy thing when I am so in love with her. I know that she is grounded and that she is not allowed to make contact with me in the least, my ears are not closed to what I do not want to hear. I learned from my friend Sam that I should pity him because God is the one who takes revenge, not me. God will give back to Kristen's dad ten fold what he was put on both me and Kristen, and chances are, with god, that he will do so separately, so I really must pity this man, because knowing the pain that I am going through, and th pain she is going through, I can't even imagine what is going to happen to him. All I have to say is that he should stop this foolishness before, yes, most of you have heard what Karma is, and have probably experienced it. i know that my Karma is fairly good, since I do not try to harm others and I generally try not to be selfish, on the contrary I try to be selfless.
If it wasn't for th pain that Kristen is going through I wouldn't care so much, but to see someone else in so much pain, and going through so much suffering because someone like her father is so selfish and intentionally blind it just irks me. Ya know?
But I am letting god take this out of my hands and let god teach this man a lesson. But, I do have to say, judging from this man actions towards the male gender one would think that this man is trying to force his daughter to be a lez, and if he decides to read my blog again I want him to know this, I want him to know that I am stepping back until he will allow me to come back in with out a fuss. And, if he doesn't allow that, when she turns 18 (or maybe even 17, according to the law: yes I am familiar with the law, and I know several loop holes) he can not tell her forcefully what to do anymore. I will wait for ever for her because I love her. And I would not do anything to harm her. The pain that he si putting her through is not right, nor necessary and we all know it.
These actions he is taking is out of his own selfishness and what he was done to her, making her feel guilty to even feel the least bit happy, is something called "Brain washing" and that is far from right either. Forcing your will on others is against gods teachings.
Have a nice Day. =]
P.S.- Anyone who does not follow their own advice is a hypocrite =]

Sorry

OK, I know I haven't posted on here in a few days. I'm sorry. I have been thinking a lot and not really wanting to type it all down. Not all of it has made much sense.
I have started reading Twilight, finally, and I love it. I started reading it after11pm last night and got halfway through it before 3 am.
I haven't been sleeping well. Its like my body doesn't want to sleep, or eat for that matter. The one thing my body will even want to eat right now is ice cream, which reminds me, I'm gonna go get some right now.

OK, I am at Halley's. I just ate Ice cream and I am kinda baord. I have Headdress Clinic tonight again, oh joy. (XP)

All Played Out

OK, today I had my sight reading thing up at the local High school. It was pretty tough, not exactly the music, but the standing up for so long and holding my instrument, and some of the notes seemed pretty high to me. But I got through it. I am dog tired though, and the only reason why I'm awake right now is because I am hungry ~GRRR!~ (<-- that is my belly)
Tomorrow I have to go to the headdress Clinic again, but I don't have practice Thursday. So thats good. I have until after the 4th of July to brush up on what we played. I am determined to have it done.

Gone

Kristen broke up with me, I think it was a little after 2pm.
I still love her, and she says that she loves me. But I'm just not sure.
I still want to prove to her father that I love her, but I don't know how.
She is listening to her father more than she is listening to her heart, I think anyway.
I think that she wants to keep her promise to her father, but I really want to prove to them both that I want to be the one to be hers, I want to grow old with her.
I want the world to see our love, I want him to see it, I want her to breath it in, I want to touch it.
My tremors are back in my hand worse than ever.

Marching Band

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I am making a headdress like one of these. Its gonna take me awhile to do it too. It costs $110! And I am only gonna be using it for one year. I know marching band is gonna be difficult too. This week the practices are from 5:30pm-7:30pm, and next week they are gonna be from 5pm-9pm. Its gonna be murder. But I love music, and just because I hate marching season doesn't mean I should quit. So I wont, but I am only gonna be going to this school for one year.

Letters

You know, I am totally, completely, definetly, madly in love with Kristen. Regardless what anybody else says she is the most beautiful gurl I have ever met. TO be honest I don't know what she sees in me, but I am happy she does, and I know that I am more than lucky to be hers.
Could you do me a favor? Next time you talk to her dad or something, can you see if he s me? I have a feeling he does, and if he doesn't, can you see what I could possibly do to convince him how I feel about Kristen? If that means me singing lines from Romeo and Juliet I'll do it. If that means me being dangled upside down from 14 stories up with a gun to my head, so be it. If that means me being put in a room wit a pack of Chihuahua's.... OK, I'll pass on that one- NO, I'll do it!

And now I'm getting really corny with this. Do you understand how I feel about her now? Believe it or not, but when I saw her at Shipwreck Isl. I couldn't breath. She was just so beautiful, and when we left the park, and I was on the bus (OK, a few minutes before that) I realized that I was in love with her. I actually cried on that bus ride back to Meigs. I felt like I could have cried in front of New York City and I wouldn't be ashamed why I was crying.

Please, don't make fun of me for that. I just had to say it.

This is a message that I sent to my friend Haily a few days ago. This how I feel, and I still feel. Even if she does something that most people would see as unforgivable I couldn't be angry with her, let alone hate her. If she ever reads this I want her to know that I love her.

Have you Ever......

Have you ever loved someone so much that it didn't matter what they did, you still loved them? That you couldn't get mad at them, let alone hate them? Have you ever experienced a time when the only thing you feared were those 4 simple words "We need to talk." and you couldn't say why?

Being in love like this realy brings out that old saying, "Love is blind." Ain't it the truth?
I got those 4 words yesterday in an e-mail that I just opened this morning. I saw those 4 words and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't know I could be so scarred just from those 4 words. I can't help it, its a fear that grips me now more than anything else.

I know that I still love Kristen, even if she breaks up with me, I can't help but love her. If she does, I don't know that I can be angry with her, let alone hate her. I don't know what I have done, but if its me, even if there doesn't seem to be a logical reason, I can't blame her.

I love her, and I can't be angry with her. I can't blame her for anything.

Book post 1

A car accident. The bright lights of an ambulance. Scattered memories of his past. These are the only things that Brian can remember. He is part of a group of illegal experiments made by the government. They have been fused with the DNA of other beings, not all of which can be found so easily. Most of them were captured at a young age, years of experiments changing their appearance entirely. They are stuck in giant liquid filled tubes, forced to do what ever these evil scientists want them to do.
But after a child genius, Christian, joins the team researching them Things begin to change. He is strict and cruel to them during testing hours, but when the only lights on is from the tubes the truth escapes. Brian is forced to trust Christian and the other experiments when his dream to be set free is given to him. But there is a catch. They must take Christian to another group of runaway experiments that dwell in the sewers of New York. The journey from L.A. won't be easy, having to travel by night and avoid the scientists during the day light hours. But when they get there, their dream to be free may not be what they had always thought it was. When Brian suddenly starts showing signs of being an experiment as well Brian is forced to make a choice. Join the scientists, or this unknown group of experiments that has even more enigmatic plans.

Characters:
Brian: He is 15 years old when Christian sets him free, or so the Scientists estimate. He is fused the DNA of an owl, a spider-monkey, and a vampire.
Christian: He is 12 years old, but smarter than his age lets on. He is human, but is there more in his DNA than even he knows?
Kacey: She is estimated to be 15 years old. Her DNA was human before the fused it with a Phoenix, a panther, and a Chinchilla.
Bo: He is estimated to be 19 years old. He had no name when they woke him from his tube, and his powers are by far the strongest. His blood runs with dragons, wolfs, and a Fox.
Elizabeth: She a 16 year old with the blood of a house cat and dolphin in her DNA.
Zane: He is the youngest of the experiments, estimated to be only 10 years old. His only other DNA besides human is that of a monkey, like Brian.

More to come.

Tribute to Tamora Pierce

OK, this is a fantastic author, Tamora Pierce is just amazing. Last night, well this morning rather, I finished her latest book Beka Cooper Terrier at 1 am my time. I have read some other books by her, nearly all of the Protector of the Small, Song of the lioness (book 1 of 4 only, so far), Immortals (again, only book 1), and her Circle of Magic series. I really like her writing, it's just amazing. It all started when I read the 3rd book of Protector of the Small, I thought it was such an amzing book then found it was the 3rd book! I had to order the others through the library (renting only, I was flat broke and I still am) I was only ever able to read the first of all the others, but I got to read up to about halfway of Lady Knight, and I enjoyed it a lot.

But this book, Beka Cooper Terrier, is the best so far. It keeps you guessing right to the end. If you want to figure out everything before it happens in the book just pay close attention to everything, become a dog yourself as you read through it. Pay attention to all details, no matter how small or large.

A little About me

OK, I think I should tell yall a little about me.
I'm 14, I play the Trumpet, I love music, I play video games, computer games, I read manga, watch some anime, I read books of all kinds. I collect bottles of any kind, I like to cook and bake. I love writing more than anything, and one day I hope to get my work published.
I'm a guy, and most of my friends are girls. I don't know why, but I just seems to get along better with people that have the XX chromosome compared to the XY chromosome. I don't know why, it just works out that way.

The Story of Iron Man

OK, those of yall who know who the Iron Man is I want to get one thing straight. I am not talking about a Marvel Super Hero.
I am talking about one of my dear friends, Dakota Abernathy. I have been meaning to write a blog for him for awhile now, and never really knew any sites that I could do this. I am just lucky that I have some friends that finally got off their behinds and found me this site.

This is why we call Dakota Gray Abernathy the 'Iron Man'!

Dakota Abernathy was injured on one of those moon Jump type ride. You all know the one: The hook you to this harness, you run out as far as you can, and it pulls you back. Well, he and many other people wanted to try it. I am not sure if he had done it before but when he hit the bounce something went terribly wrong!
He had internal bleeding in his skull, his brain was swelling and the pressure was just too great.
He said that he was dizzy and got off the ride. He passed out after vomiting, with slight convulsions. He had to be rushed by Life Light to the Sacred Heart Hospital that was several hours away by car. If they had waited for an ambulance he wouldn't be alive today.

When he got to the Hospital they immediately performed and extensive surgery that lasted hours. Hardly anyone that hadn't been there knew of the until later
that evening (his family excluded), and when I found out i was in total shock.

Like I had learned from reading an entry in Readers Digest about Will Smith I went running. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, and I had been running for several months since my right hand developed tremors. My hand was shaking worse than it had in quite awhile, worse than it had when it started at the beginning of October, 2006.

Through the rain I was crying. Dakota and I had started out as rivals, nearly enemy's, because we both desired the affection of my now best friend Katrina. He had her, I wanted her. But even though I wanted to be hers I helped them out as best I could when ever their relationship got a little rocky, which may be what helped me and him to become friends. We become one of those friendships that just pushes both sides to the limit, with a cause that is eventually forgotten, but the truth still remains that we pushed each other to our limits.

Thank you Mr. Paul Harris for not stepping between us and stopping those slug fests in Jazz Band.

Anyway, after the incident I went running. I was crying in the rain and I went over to Katrina's (only 6 blocks form my house) but she wasn't home. I went over to my friend Michael, and told him what had happened. He told me it would be alright, and although I didn't truly believe him I tried to calm myself.

The next day I just ran. I ran for 7 hours straight, I needed to do something, but I couldn't come up with anything.

Monday came and I went to school, half expecting to see him in 4th period Symphonic band. No Dakota. I found out that he was in a Coma the day before, the chances of him surviving, even after the surgery was unlikely at best. He had about a 14% chance of survival, even less with out mental or physical handicaps. I couldn't concentrate on anything at school. After I got home, my Kanstul Trumpet in hand, I walked down to the local convenient store (Kelly's Market) with a laminated poster and my friend Michael. We wrote on the sign this message:

"Please Help by Donating money for medical expenses for Dakota Abernathy/ He is a Meigs student that was critically injured Saturday."

It was a short message, and what really surprised us was the reaction of the community. I played for about 3 hours, barely taking brakes to take a sip of water. I played songs with out music sheets, I played what I felt. People from as far as 16 blocks away heard what I was doing and they came down to buy something at the store and to give us what ever they had left. I left about 6:30 PM that day, with over $100 in my trumpet case in change and bills as big as a $20.

The next morning the vice principle took my wallet and held on to it for the whole school day because he thought I was gonna spend the money on myself.

The next day with the help of Tania (flute player), Michael (still holding the sign and talking to people, telling them what happened), and Kristen (Violin player) we earned another $80!We were even interviewed by one of the local papers for what we were doing.
We could have made more but the owner of Kelly's came and told us we had to leave. I told her we had gotten permission from the people inside and that it was OK. She told me who I was and I said "OK, We'll leave." I started packing up my stuff, and just to make sure I didn't leave there with her too angry I told her what we were doing. Apparently this was not a wise thing to do. She came over, shouting at me and pushing me, making me stumble (and I couldn't help but notice there was lots of dirt under her longs nails). We left, some of us angrier than other (Kristen was so mad that she had pushed me, I was just noisily frustrated.) I had to go home and begin packing, otherwise I would have stayed to help them get more money.

The next day I went to school, half packed for the band trip that would last through the weekend. Kristen presented me with an envelope that had another $20 in it. I was so happy, in just 2 days we had earned over $200! That night after I got home I asked my mother if we could go see Dakota. She hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea for me to see Dakota if he was going to die, she didn't want me to see him hooked up to all those machines. But I pressed the issue and she finally agreed to take me. She suggested that I take my friend Michael too. I did of course, and when we got there is mother refused to see us. I was talking to his grand father about this, and I thought he was the Doctor, he just looks like one 0_o, anyway: She finally agreed to come out, and I could tell she had been crying. her eyes were still red and puffy, and I would see the drying tears on her cheeks. She gave me a hug and so did his grand mother when I presented the bag full of $200 and a new gold dollar. The gold Dollar was for Dakota. She was just so over whelmed and surprised by my actions. She knew me and Dakota had an antagonizing relationship. (especially since the night before I had gotten a tie-dye silk sheet and tied it around my head like a bandanna. He had told me I looked gay and I hugged him telling him he knew he liked it. He was pushing me off in a hurry, it was so fun! XD)
She knew that others at the school had raised over $1,500 in only 2 days by selling these homemade wristbands, just strings braided together in the colors of our middle school. Black, white, and Gold. I have one too. I haven't taken it off since I got it. I will never take it off until it breaks.
She took the money, after I argued with her over who should have it. She kept telling me I should keep it, I worked hard for it. I had to tell her I did work hard for it, but I worked hard to bring it to her too. When she took it me and Michael told her how we had acquired such a large amount so soon. She had seen the paper that day too. Me, Michael, Kristen, and Tania made the front page of the Locals. Only me and Michael were named, but the others were told as "Other students from Meigs". I had also made the new after someone called the channel 3 news crew and I was interviewed again. I told them my story, and that I didn't think I deserved as much credit as everyone thought I did, and that I believed that my friend, Michael, Tania, and Kristen, should get just as much credit or more. I couldn't say why, but it just felt wrong for me to get so much credit.

The band left for Gatlinburg, TN. We were there from Thursday to Sunday. We won the competition for him. His representative was a rubber duck with his name on it. it sat in his seat with a French horn. Everyone bought him something, me buying him a knew wrist band and a coin. I have yet to give him the coin, but I know Katrina has already given him the band. I have some other coins to give him now too, and another wrist band that used to belong to me.

They say that its a miracle that Dakota Gray Abernathy survived, and he is still recovering with little to no physical and mental handicaps. The doctors say those small handicaps will go away soon. I just hope that this time they are right. I am not sure if he is home yet, but he spent over 2 months away from home.
ON the band awards night they let him in, and everyone began to cry. But none more so than me and Katrina, his best friends. After that night he had to return to Atlanta for one last surgery. The surgery to get that missing piece of his skull put back in, the one that they had taken out to release the pressure in his brain.

This is the Story of Dakota Gray "Iron Man" Abernathy. My friend, my brother, my band. Even if he had not lived as so many had speculated he would still be living on in our hearts.

In tribute to Dakota Gray Abernathy. The "Iron Man".

Welcome =]

OK, I'm not used to writing a blog just yet, but I'm sure after I get some practice at it it will be a breeze in no time :D
But OK, lets start with some information about why I have this blog.
I am a writer, although I am only 14. I know, those of you who will actually read this are probably thinking, "How does a 14 year old come to think that he can be a writer and why? Isn't that a little... odd?" Well, let me tell you something, I am odd. I am pretty proud of being odd, which is what inspires me to write what I do. If you can't see things in a different way then others you generally are not considered odd. And having that different view is what makes me such an interesting writer (or so my friends say)
I want a way to let people know what I am doing and just who I am. I wont release information like where I live, my phone number, or even something so vague as to what school I go to (OK, I might give that out, but thats only because I like this school.)
Once I get the hang of this thing I'll post some pictures of me, hopefully yall don't think I look too bad. ;D