Movies

Top 50 movies that moved me.

25. Back to the Future
24. Shelter
23. Rent
22. The Grapes Of Wrath
21. The Terminator 2
20. Fargo
19. Crash
18. Alien
17. Beauty and the Beast
16. Under the Rainbow
15. Kick Ass
14. Mystery Men
13. American Pie
12. Spirited Away
11. American Psycho
10. Let the Right One In:
Amazingly Beauty! Simply stunning. The cinematography is just prefect, and it shows a twist to the cliche "in love with a vampire" with a realist plot.
9. Fight Club:
Cult Classic. I loved seeing the small little fight club turn into a full blown terrorism.
8. Scary Movie:
Yes I'm serious! This movie was pure genius! Some people might call it stupid, but how they mixed the movies together is amazing. Funny as hell!
7. American Beauty:
Beautiful. Period.
6. Donnie Darko:
A deep movie that took me forever to understand. Seven times. I think it's awesome how even now, I still feel shocked, and get something different from it.
5. Hard Candy:
Scary, powerful.
4. Murder By Death:
If you seen this movie, you're probably thinking, "really Arron, this shit too?". This was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen, and probably one of the funnest/smartest/breath taking film I have ever had the pleasure of seeing. For one thing, it makes no sense, second, it's brittilant.
3. Little Miss Sunshine:
No comment you should know why this movie is awesome, if not, please kill yourself. Kay? Thanks.
2. Ameile:
Stunning. Once again the photography is beautiful. It focused on a beautiful shy French young lady, who decides to help out the people in her life. Doing so, she realized that she needed to help herself and falls deeply in love with a sex shop clerk.
1. C.R.A.Z.Y.:
So many things I could say about this film. It shows the hard, and often times, the ugly side of being gay. It focused on a gay boys life trying to grow up, and grow out of being homosexual. It also shows his homophobic family's problems. Actually it was a very hard film to see, brought back bad memories. But all in all amazing film.

Those were mine. What are your top 25 films?

Worth

Lately I have been stressed out, everyday I wake up to go jogging, go to school, go home to work on homework/go to photography club, go to San Jac/go to work, come home and study for one of my many test I always seem to have. And on top of that, I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I have been pulling out my hair just to think what next?

Lately I have been trying a new type of photography, aka lomography, and well it seems to be the only thing grounding me right now.






I haven't been trying to hard to think about what to take, there is no really planning, just push the switch. It got me thinking, I really shouldn't try to plan everything out this very minute, instead I should enjoy my senior year. So instead of stressing, pulling out my hair, and praying to God for a B. I'm just going to push that switch.

PS I got my first random stranger add on flickr! <3

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The recent gay suicides, six this month alone, has just broke my heart. This teens range for 13 to 19. Gay teens are four times more likely to attempt suicide than straight teens. Horrible, yes, but it's the society we live in, it's wrong to be gay, it's a sin. I had a hard time with these topics when I was in the closet, and spent a long time about just ending it all, too. Lucky I decided to talk to my friend before I did anything. If there is anyone who is reading who is going though a hard time, I doubt there is, but you are not alone. And I know you heard it all before, it gets better, which it does, but instead I will give you these.
Things to look forward to:
-Graduating.
-College.
-First love.
-First club.
-Prom.
-Graduating from college.
-Getting a career.
-Falling in love with the person you meant to.
-Marriage. (yes it's legal in New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Iowa, and Vermont)
-Having a child.
-Watching your baby grow up.
-Watch your poor sweet baby graduate.
-Retire.
-Meeting your grandchild.
-Growing old.
-Growing old with the ones who love you.
-Happiness.

Death is never an option.
If you feel like it is, talk to me
http://www.facebook.com/mrwires92
areinhardt12@yahoo.com
or you can call toll-free at the Trevor Project.
(866) 4-U-TREVOR
http://www.thetrevorproject.org/

"God, please don't let me be soft."
-C.R.A.Z.Y.

Blast from the Past: Fourth Grade

Here we go again, once more with embarrassing, horrible, lovely, beautiful details of my sad years of school. Fourth grade wasn't really any of those things though, mainly just another year of school. Well actually there was one thing, you see my birthday is during the summer, therefore I never really had that whole, big party with a bunch of adoring friends, and a giant moonwalk. So my mother, my poor stupid witted mother, thought it would good to throw thing big amazing party, where all my "friends" would show up, and there would be clowns, balloons, and a giant moonwalk. She went all out, and I was so excited, finally a day where people come to celebrate me! I invited everyone, all the kids in my class, all the kids in the other classes, Billy from speech therapy, hell I basically made posters.

So it wasn't that much of a shocker when no one showed. And I mean no one, even Billy was too cool for that shit. I was disappointed, but my mom was the one I felt really sorry for, she spent all that money, all that time and effort, for me, and my cousins. So for her sake, I pretended I didn't notice, and enjoyed myself, even though it killed me that no one showed.

Jump back a year before that, when my neighbor, who always wore a green suit to work, came home, shot his gay lover, and hanged himself. For that reason, the house was for sale for awhile. That's when they moved in.

Jump back to the failed birthday party, we were hitting the pinata, and my neighbor's kids were just watching us. That's when my dad came up to me:

Dad: "Why don't you invite them over?" He was drunk, and only down for the weekend, for my sad birthday party.
Me: "I don't know them".
Dad: "Just invite them, and pretend they are your friends, I mean come on Arron, this is just sad, no one showed."

I fight back the tears, and thought, "Why the fuck not?"
So I walked to the fence, where they were, and asked:

Me: "Wanna come over?" There were four of them, one seemed like four, the other six, one was around my brother's age, like eight? And the last one, he was my age, he was actually in my class, both of us, terribly shy.
The four year old: "Plezz brodar?" He was asking the one in my grade, I couldn't remember his name.
The six year old: "Can we?"
The eight year old said nothing but looked at the oldest.
Oldest: "Sure." He just stared at me.
Me: "I'm Arron."
Four: "Frank!"
Six: "James."
Brother's age: "John."
Oldest: "Julio" he continued to stare.

They came over, and I didn't give them the time of the day, but my family sure did. They treated them better than me. Which was weird. Then the party ended and everyone left, but before they left, my parent praised them, and gave them all the goodie bags.

The next day I was sitting in my tree reading the BFG for the thousandth time. It was a beautiful day, nice and cold. Just then, right before the BFG took Sophie, Julio came riding up to my tree on his bike.

Julio: "Want to come to the park with me?"
Me: -Shocked, since Josh left I have been by myself for a long time.- "Umm sure."

We rode to the park, and played swords for a good hour. Afterwards we rode all over town, to conner stores and bought snacks, to H-E-B and pushed baskets around, and to the washateria and played pac-man for several hours. Even now I consider this one of my happiest moments in my childhood.

Our friendship only grew from there, I got close to all of them. I would consider their house, my second home. Speaking of that, their house was a little spooky. They will always tell me about how they would see a man hanging from the doorway, and another man with half a face. Of course I never believed them, until one day.

I was hanging out at their house, one rainy afternoon, playing the ps2 when me and Julio heard a loud thump outside. We decided to take a look. Outside there was always a rug hanging form a string tied from two trees. It was there I saw the man with half a face. He wasn't doing anything, just standing there, staring at me. I could see his red flesh slightly hanging from his right check, parts of his pinkish brain was visible from the top half of his face. He stared intensely, I remained completely still, and Julio ran. I wasn't really scared, more worried. He had a face on that recked, "I know your little secret." Then he turned his head slightly winked, and started to do this terrible dry laugh, it started soft, and got louder and louder. I blinked and he was gone. Later that day I asked Julio if he saw the same thing, he said that he didn't and that no one in his house has seen any ghost ever. I asked everyone, they all told me that I was the only one see the dead.

Other than those series of events my fourth grade was lame, nothing really happened, expect that I went a whole year without losing a best friend. :) Progress.

My September Obsessions.

It gets better.

Imagine being five, and have no idea why you like staring at boys and not know why.

Imagine being in church, and the pastor telling you gays will burn in hell. You're six.

Imagine being alone in your bathroom, crying because you realized that you will burn in hell for entery, because you can't seem to change. You're seven.

Imagine being alone. You're eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen.

Imagine having a dream of you falling into the pits of hell every night. It got so bad, you wake up, in your urine, sweat, and tears.

It got so bad, you start to burn yourself with the tip of a match.

You are so alone. You have no one. Your parents would hate you if they find out, and my God, hates me already.

This was my childhood.

It built up. I pushed down. Until one day me and my best friend Chelsea Hardin went on a photo shoot, on a bridge. Once, just a split second, a brief moment in time, I looked over that bridge, and just thought, "Nope, not high enough to kill me." I felt so disappointed, for some stupid reason, I was so horrible sad. That scared me, it was probably the most scariest moment of my life.

I couldn't take it, I had to tell someone. Enter in Chelsea.

This is how it when:
Me: "I have to tell you something."
Chelsea: "You're gay aren't you?"

Just like that it felt like a giant lift off my shoulders.

But it wasn't all better, not yet. Having Chelsea was great, but she didn't fully understand, I was still really alone. That's when I found Cody. He was nice, and kind, and I skipped school to met him.

My mom found out. And confronted me. My world crumbled beneath my feet.

She wasn't happy, but she loves me. I had to answers some very awkward questions. But all in all, it wasn't bad.

Then she told my dad.

My dad said some very upsetting thing, like I will never get married. I will never have a child. I will never be love. And I will burn in hell.

I started to burn myself again.

During the summer I went to my first PRIDE, and well there was so many people. So many things, and gays. For once in my life, I wasn't completely alone. There were married men, men with children, who were healthily and happy, and there were Christians.

That night, I stopped listening to my dad. And I stopped hurting myself, and started to read my bible again.

It's been four months. My dads stops telling stuff, and started to hang out with me more, my mom has been loving, and I have been going church.

I am not dating anyone, but one day,
-I will be married.
-I will have children, hopefully two.
-I will be loved.
-I will be happy.
-I will never burn, in hell, or with matches again.

What I want y'all to know is, you are never alone. And you are loved. And I know I didn't have a horrible life, and I not going to pretend that it was terrible, but I do know.

It gets better.

Diana.

I got you my beautiful little Diana, and nicknamed you Princess.

I have read all the marial you came with, and I am writing to say I agree to all the rules.

1. Take you everywhere. Trust me baby, you're going to see the world.

2. Use you anytime, day or night.

3.You're not just going to be an interference, you're going to be a part of my life.

4. I will shoot from the hip.

5.I will Approach object as close, or far as I want.

6. Wouldn't think.

7.Be fast.

8.I will not plan.

9.I wouldn't worry.

10. I wouldn't stress about the rules.

Warnings:

Do not leave your diana home. EVER! She will miss something good.

Do not put your Diana in the oven. She will melt.

Do not bath with your Diana. She cannot swim.

Do not sell your Diana on Ebay.

Do not put your Diana on a tripod with two legs.

Do not rest your Diana on an edge of a cliff.

Do not try to put a memory card in you Diana.

Do not forget to load your film

(I don't own any of this pictures)

Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

I just finished watching Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain, or Amelie for us American folk. First off, simply beautiful, every was beautiful, the photography style, the plot, the actors, ect. I really loved this film and I would recommend you watch it too. But something the film does is, explain the little tips, and the simple bliss in everyday life for each character, even the cat. So It got me thinking about my simple blisses, here they are.

I like the smell of gasoline.

I dislike when my socks get wet.

I like the popping sound of bubble wrap.

I dislike the sounds of chalkboard.

I like how I sneak in my brother's room every night when he is sleeping, hugs him, and tells him how much I love him.

I dislike how I will never tell him this.

I like saying the unusual.

I dislike how I plan out conversations.

I like how I only step on a certain color title.

I dislike looking down when I walk.

I like the feel of a fresh coat of chap-stick.

I dislike when I bit my nails.

I like making a beak out of two pringles.

I dislike when I pop my fingers.

I like the smell of new books.

I dislike the bags under my eyes.

Drive-in's and Snow.

"Sometimes instinct is stronger than the feeling of comfort."

-Brandie Reinhardt

Some day I will live in the land of drive-in movie theaters, and snow fall.

Money is a Sick Muse.

Agh so kill me? I liked what Noe did, so I am going to be a complete jerk and copy her.

So Tomorrow is my first Economic's test, and I'M FREAKING OUT.

I mean look at all this words!!!

But I have Metric, thanks Emily, and I think I can make it.

Watch it.

And color note cards. Green :)

And then I saw my "well thought out notes" from class:

I am so screwed:

What do you do?

If your best isn't good enough.
Tell me, why should I still care?

My Family Tree: Patricia Anna Herrera Reinhardt

I got this idea from Emily Bolner, to write a blog about my "crazy mexican/white trash family". So I got to thinking, how are you suppose to understand my childhood, without knowing the people who shaped the person I am today. SO let's started with most important, the chief, my hero, and my amazing...MOTHER.

Things to know about Patricia Anna Herrera Reinhardt.

-Being in the middle of a family of six kids, my mom had to stand out. Even from a young age, she was outspoken, which got her in trouble countless times.

-Growing up in a town like Robstown, is hard for anyone. You have to be strong to survive, even for my mom, who was a soft hearted person. Soon she grew tough, strong, brave, and independent. She had to be, she was forced to be.

-Things at home wasn't to well, my Grandma did the best she could, but things were bad. She eventually found escape in all types of odd jobs. By the time she was 14, she had two jobs, plus school, and helping around the house.

-People knew not to mess with my mom. She was, well, not afraid of most things. But something that always stuck to my mom, was family. You can mess with her, but you lay a finger on one of her sisters, or her brother, you were entering a world of hurt.

-Her heart is her only weakness.

The Life of Patricia Anna Herrera Reinhardt:

-She first saw the white boy, I would later call dad, sometime in September. It was not love at first sight.

-She was working at the skate rink. She was 16. He was with his white friends. He was 17. He asked her to dance. She said no. The next day, he asked again. She said no. The next day, he asked. She said no. The next day, and next day, and next day. Soon she felt very sad for the white boy and agreed to one dance. She found him charming on the rink, and agreed to one more dance tomorrow. (This is the most romantic story I have ever heard)

-My mom only dreamed of being an air flight attendant, she was going to school, and everything. But my dad got shipped over seas, and she agreed to put her dreams aside to go with him.

-My mom and dad's relationship wasn't widely appencted as a good thing. When my dad proposed to my mom, my great great grandpa wrote to my dad how marring a beaner/wet back will bring shame to our family. My mom read this letter, and called off the marriage. Then realizing that, that's what they wanted she agreed to marry him, and invite him to the marriage, he refused to go.

-My mom and dad traveled the world. Which wasn't my mom first reaction, but she did get to see the world, and she went with the man she loved. She was happy, and couldn't dream of being anymore happy than she was.

The Children of Patricia Anna Herrera Reinhardt:

-She had my sister in October 24, 1988. Her heart simply melted when she saw her. She had never loved anyone more, and to her, she will never again. She had someone to love, and will always love her. She had someone finally that was all her's.

-They moved, a lot. Brandie, her daughter, grow lonely. It was the worst feeling she ever had, her daughter was all a lone in the lonely world. She decided to have another, just for the soul popurse that Brandie will never be lonely again. But she feared she wouldn't love it, as much as Brandie.

-On August 3, 1992. I was born. Once again, the feeling of love was so great, she couldn't hold back the tears. She had a son. He shaped her world, just as Brandie did. Brandie and my mom was just obsessed. Their lives evolved around me.

-One day when my dad return from the Air Force, my mom and dad....well....

-May 19, 1995. My brother was born. Matias Reinhardt was beautiful.. All the nurses were just stunned by Matthew. He drolled. I was crazy about Matthew, and my mom knew this. She loved Matthew so much, he was her baby, to have forever. He was beautiful, and he was stinky.

To sum up Patricia Anna Reinhardt:

-Forced to be strong, my kind hearted mother, took no shit.

-Loving, caring, beautiful, she gave everything to her children. Whom she worships.

-She loves her husband, and will do anything for him.

-Not afraid.

-Not as strong as she leads on.

-Loves tv.

-Crazy and Mexican.

-Will give the shirt off her back to anyone who needs it.

-Will love me to the day she dies.

-I will do the same.

-I joke about how crazy she is, which she is, but I am so lucky to have such a amazing person in my life, let alone as my mother.

-I own everything to her.

-I love her.

I <3 you

Agh I'm crying,

Thanks for reading,

-Arron

Blast from the Past: Third Grade

To start off, this will be the last one for a while. After third grade I can write one each month till graduation. Another thing, I hated third grade, I don't know how I survived, really it was bad. Well first off, before all of this, before Grace, before Corpus. My dad was in the Air Force, and we moved, a lot. I lived in North Carolina, South Carolina, Louisiana, Georgia, Florida, California, Colorado , New York, Mississippi, and Hawaii, all before I was five. During which, I rarely saw my father, It was so bad that I didn't recognized him when he came to visit, and we were poor. Like dirt poor, we only had a house, because the military gave us one. My dad had to ride a bike 10 miles because we couldn't afford a car. Even though my dad loved being a photographer in the Air Force, between those two things, he decided it was best for everyone if he left the military. Everything was good, me and my dad were getting along great, until he lost his job during the summer before third grade.

Things got bad, again. My dad and my mom were trying to find a job, but no one was hiring. That was a very bad summer. I saw the world crumbling beneath my feet. My parents were fighting more and more every day. I remember hiding in my sister's room with her and my brother, and we will hear them yelling so hard the walls shooked. Sometime during the fights glass would break or doors would be ripped off the hinges. My sister said to ingore it, my brother would cry, I would inhale, exhale, and read. I was getting good at that. When things got bad I would just

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

When my dad said that he found a job in a different state, and he would be gone for two years, I just

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

When my dad said that I would have to be the man of the house now, I would just

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

When my mother made me sleep with her, because she missed my dad too much I would just

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

When I fought my brother about not being an ass to mom, I would just

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

When my mom would cry when she thought no one was looking, I would just

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

Then school started, another year of failing classes, and speech. Inhale. Another year at the school where people avoided me, and treated me special. Exhale. Another year where I wouldn't speak, and pray that no one notices me. Read.

Now please imagine if you could, you're tried of that. You're tried of being "the man of the house". You're tried of not having any friends, and people avioding you. No screw that! You can be crazy if you want. Who says you can't? Who says that you need to only inhale, exhale, and read? NO. You will make a new friend, and get out there!

I had Ms. Something-French, and I was sat next to some kid name Josh. He had glasses, so he was automatically cool.

Me: "HEY!"

Josh: "Umm hi?"

Me: "I'm Arron! Two "R's" not two "A's""

Josh: "I'm Josh, with one 'O'"

Instant friends.

Third grade was during 2001, and during that time my aunt, and cousin was living in New York. On September 9, 2001, we were having one of my favorite days: camp out and read! I was reading A Series of Unfortunate Events, underneath a table, and Josh was reading the encyclopedia, when I heard over the overhead. "Ms. Some-French, could you send Arron Reinhardt to the office, he is leaving for the day."

My first thought: Dammit, I'm going to miss camp out and read!

My second thought: I can always camp out at home.

The office was packed, and the phones were ringing off the hooks. The television was set on the news, and all you could see was smoke. People were yelling and crying. I was just wondering if my mom could take me to McDonald's since we hasn't had lunch yet. My mom was driving hard core though the neighborhood, crying. But me and my brother were too busy talking about the episode of Everwood tonight. It took us nearly two hours to get my sister out of school, because there were so much people there. It was there in the office of Farimont Jr High, that I saw the towards fall, on the tv. I turn to my mom, she was crying on her cellphone.

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

TV read:"The twin towards fell."

Me:"Mom?"

She hangs up, shaking her head, and redials.

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

TV read: "New York"

Me: "Mom?!"

She hangs up, shakes her head, and redial.

Inhale

Exhale

Read.

TV read: "Terrorist"

Me: "MOM!?!?"

This time I say it loud enough, people in the office jump.

Mom: "WHAT?"

Me: "What the hell is going on?!"

Mom: "The twin towards fell. Your cousin and Tia Cookie works across the street and now they aren't picking up! Now please Arron, I have to find out what the hell is going on!"

I was shocked I have never heard my mom cussed, even when she is fighting with my dad. I got really scared. There is another thing you should know about me. Friends come and go, but my family is here forever. I love them, all of them, all of the crazy Mexican mess. And the thought of losing any of them, scares me shitless.

When we finally got Brandie out of school, we headed over to my aunt's house. My mom was on the phone the whole time, speaking in Spanish, so we wouldn't understand. All I could understand was "Pentagon", "major cities", "NASA". Now I understood why my mom got me, and why my whole family was going over to my aunts house. If we go, we go together.

Inhale

Exhale

Read my book where terrorist don't live.

At the house, no spoke. Which is weird for my family, normally we don't shut up, but now no one dared to make a breath. Everyone had their cell phones out, waiting for my Tia Cookie to call, please god let her call. It was my mom who got the call, it barely rang once before my mom jumped on top of it. It was Tia Cookie, she decided to call in today, thank the lord. My cousin did go to school, and all that she saw was smoke. Tons of it. It was like a wall she said.

Lucky nothing happened in Houston, thinking about it now, I doubt Houston is a major target, but the idea in a 8 year mind is scary and yet very comforting to have such a tight family. God I love my family.

After that, we had to sing the national anthem everyday, after the pledges. But on lighter news, things with Josh were going great. He was smart, like a genius, and plus he let me cheat. He was smart, but he liked to act dumb and mess around. He was great, he liked my house, which was weird because my house was crap back then. He would never let me go to his house.

Josh: "You wouldn't like it."

Josh was cool too, because his parents worked at a movie rental place, which was going out of business. So we got movies for free! I loved talking to Josh about nonsense. We would play a game where we make stupid faces, and the other would see how long it would last until he laughed. I would talk about how how my dad isn't living with us, how my parents were still married, and stuff, but we needed money and he had to move to work. And he would get sad, and he wouldn't like to talk about his personal life.

Any who, like I said, Josh was smart, like VERY VERY smart. During the middle of the year he had to take this two months test. I didn't understand it, it was just a bunch of pictures, and some were letters, and shapes, he had to make the pattern, which was stupid, there wasn't any.

The test proved how smart he was. Then all of the sudden, he was leaving class early, and having more test, and other weird things. I saw little and little of Josh, soon he would completely ignore me, and started to hang out with the super nerds. They worshiped his brain, they didn't give a crap about him. I felt bad for Josh, so one day I came up to him, and made a stupid face like the old days. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but then he got serious when he saw the super nerd faces.

Josh: "Umm Arron.

Me: "With two 'R's' remember?"

Some super nerd: "Hahahahaha what? You can't say 'R'?!?"

Me: "Well not yet, but I'm in speech, and hopefully soon.."

Another super ass: "Speech? Ahahaha retards go to speech! Are you a retard? You sound like one! Why don't you go play in the mud, retard!" *Pushes me into mud*

Me: I look at Josh. He looked sad, but then...

Josh: "Retard like mud? Say R stupid" Picks up mud, and throws it at me.

Me: "Screw you!"

Inhale

Exhale

Run.

Josh soon moves to some very hard smart school. On his last day he pulls me aside.

Josh: "I'm sorry Arron, but I had to make it in the smart group, my family needs me."

Me: "Yeah Josh whatever, your family has nothing to do with this."

Josh: "You have no idea Arron. I got a scholorship to go to this school, they are going to move my family to a nice house, a very nice house. They are giving us money to go to this school!"

Me: "Go f**k yourself."

I never saw Josh again.

But it was okay, I lost my only friend, again. But I have my family.

Inhale

Exhale

Love.

I love my family.

Thank you,

Arron.

Blast from the Past: Second Grade

After the whole Sam incident (yes it was true, and I changed names) I become very distanced. Sam was my only friend, and when she left, I was cut out from society. I soon found myself in my mind a lot. I stopped sleeping, eating, and taking. That's when I started reading a lot. My mom become very worried for me, so when second grade came around, she thought it would be a good idea to get me out there more. Enter P.I.P.S., I can't remember what it stands for, but the basic idea was that little kids would preform basketball tricks by a sound of a whistle. My brother, Matthew, was just starting school, so she signed both of us up.

Imagine hundreds of baskets balls flying all over the place, and imagine getting hit by almost all of them. Let's just say, I wasn't any good. I was the person on the sidelines passing people balls to spin throw, or dibble. It wasn't too bad, they would give us snacks, and let us watch Power Rangers! God I loved Power Rangers! It was fun though because we would go to preform at Rockets games, and at the high school. I can't remember if we were any good, but we practiced a lot. I was a regular guest of the nurse, because of the constant hits to the head. I swear sometimes I feel like people were aiming at me...

You remember how I said, "And I was never in another play again?". Well you see that was only half true, I was in a few more plays, one I directed, "Little Red Bears." In second grade, once a year they would put on a show, every second grade class had to write, star, and direct a play with little help for the teacher. I have no idea why we did this, we just did. Well my class was all excited about doing the play. They decided to do this play where they would take fairy tales and mush in all into one. I don't really remember that much about it, other than there were ducks, and they were trying to solve some kinda crime? It was stupid but we were seven and eight, so it was cute.

One of the rules was that everyone must have a part, and of course me being me, I was off reading when they gave out the parts. The only part left was director, yay... So began the long practices. Since I wouldn't care, I would read during practices, and the actors would do nothing.

So imagine, it's opening night, everyone's parents are there, all the other second grade classes, and the judges. Oh I forgot to say, all the second grade classes were fighting for first place. We were up, I had a clip board and a head set, both of which did nothing but make me look cool. And up goes the curtains. The opening set was of the ducks, but since we never practiced, no one knew what the hell was going.

So imagine, two ducks, standing there, staring at the audience, not moving, and even blinking. This lasts about ten minutes, then one the ducks starts to dance, for no reason. The other duck decides that dancing was a good idea, and joins in. Then the other cast members join in, soon the whole stage was full of dancing fairy tale characters. I didn't care that much, I was too busy reading. The dancing lasted a while, a good while. Eventually the principal had to shoo them off the stage. On the way back to class I kept my eye on my teacher to see if she would tell us how great we were, she just looked scared.

Good news: We didn't get last place!
Bad news: That was the last year of the second grade plays.

The last thing I remember from second grade was that my mom was forced into subing. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, my mom had different feelings about the matter. I can't remember what happened during that school day, but I do remember my mom crying after school. She still doesn't want to talk about the subject.

Thanks for reading :)

-Arron

Blast from the Past: First Grade

(not me, but this is how it's like, scary huh?)

It's funny I really don't much from my first grade "school year" but a lot happened that wasn't in class. One thing, for instance, I started speech therapy.

I have a speech impediment, not a lisp, there is a difference! Basically my tough isn't as strong as it should be. I couldn't make out the letter "R". Well back then it was really bad, only my sister, and my mom could understand me. For that reason, I was really shy. I know with all the past events, that's a pretty hard thing to grasp, but I remember those things because they were one of the few times I would say something. So now would you please imagine all those things, but with a boy who NO ONE could understand. Yay, it was pretty exciting.

Back to what I was saying! Sorry. So one day my teacher sends to her desk, and tells me that she has no fucking idea what I am saying so she is enrolling me in speech therapy.

Me:"aHIHihnasfhHhiahfsad HKHDiofhifhasdkl IHji."

Teacher: "I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL IS COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! I am really starting to doubt you're speaking English."

Me:"NKNKFKjkdjfksdha asdjkfhsdj."

Teacher:"*sigh* Arron just go, get out."

Let me walk you through Speech Therapy. So imagine, you in a chair, surronded by posters with heart felt meanings, like a kitten with big eyes saying: "I understand you." And a dog saying: "No matter what I love you." Bullshit, cats can't understand English, especially coming from a guy who says cars, caws.

Imagine a lady with big rimed glasses, making you say words Carrrrs over and over. So you're there sitting in a small stool with Billy who is just drolling, and you're forced to say: "Caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws."

Big frames nods, Billy drolls.

You: "Caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, caws, GOD DAMN CAWS!"

Big frames nods, Billy drolls, you break down crying.

So after a full year of that exciment, it's state law that anyone in a special needs class, aka speech therapy, must take the special needs test. So basically it's just a bunch of questions like what color is his shirt? How many pigs are in this pictures? And count to 10. Of course I was like: I AM SO GETTING AN A! I barely passed. Billy scored higher than me.

The last thing I remember from first grade is my only friend Sam. One day I was coloring a sweet dinosaur, I was ever coloring some what in the lines. Then out of no wheres, this little dirty blonde haired girl walks up to me and takes my green. HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO COLOR A DINOSAUR WITHOUT GREEN?!?

So I say, excuses me, but why did you take my green, I really need it, and I would like it back. But what comes out: "jkjdklsfj;asdkfi sdjfklsdisdu gerjklj;fsdkj;fkasdl;jfk;JF AJFKLSDAJ;FJKDFSL; jdsklvnutrioer gjjvkdflvneghskl;zj.uftierlsdfjgilhvtr nl!"

Sam stares. "I like you. You speak funny."

And since that day we were best friends. She was crazy, everyday she would make me play something dangerous with her. Like jump off the side of the school, eat bugs, or punch a wall until we bleed. They were stupid, but I liked it, finally someone was willing to talk to me. She didn't care that I spoke funny, that I had to go to speech therapy, that I talked to myself, or sometimes stabbed other kids with pencils. We would walk to my house everyday, and we would play Nintendo 64, until her mom would get her.

Sam's life wasn't perfect, I wouldn't say why, but let just say my heart broke every time her mom would pick her up. Some days she would come to me crying, and we would just talk about how her dad was going to save her, someday, and she will be happy again. I remembered feeling sorry that I couldn't make her feel happy.

Well one day Sam was called into the office, and she didn't return before school let out. So I waited at our spot, so we can walk back to my house together, we were on the last level on Donkey Kong 64. But Sam never showed, I waited an hour, but nothing. Upset I left on my way home. I was so upset! How dare she stood me up! Every step I took, I just got more and more upset. She was my only friend, and now she doesn't even want to see me anymore?!? By the time I got home I was about to blow a top. I was crying and everything.

My mom looks at me crying: "So you heard?"

Me:" *Sob* heard what?"

Mom hands me a note: "I found this in the door on my way home."

Note:"Dear Arron,

So it happened my dad returned, and we are running off. I'm so happy, I'm finally away from that dreadful house! We still have to go to court and whatnot, but my dad's lawyer says we have a good shoot! But for safety reasons I am not allowed to see you anymore. I'm really sorry Arron, and I just want you to know that you were the best friend I could ever ask for, and I will never forget you. You were my only happiness, and I hope you always remember that! I love you.

-Sam

It was written and sealed with my green color pencil.

Thank you,

Arron.

Bit different.

Blast from the Past: Kindergarten part two (Dabbs)

Okay so the last part from my last blog might have been a dream, but I really was a cow, and I really forgot my line until the lizard started talking. After the whole play incendent it was a tad awkward with things between me and the lizard. And since the boy who played the lizard was the most popular guy at the school, everyone turned on me. Even my teacher didn't want to see Power Rangers with me anymore. So when my mom told me that we were moving again to a small town outside of Houston, I was all excited. A new start.

I was in first grade, and because my teacher gave up on me last year, I couldn't even count dices. My teacher, Whats-her-name, got worried so she set up a meeting with my mom.

"What seems to be problem, Ms. Umm you know I don't recall your name," My mother said to that teacher.

"It doesn't matter, I'm not going to be a main star in Arron's life, so you should care less," that old lady said, "But enough about me, we are here to decuss how stupid your son is." I don't actually remember what she said, something like that. Maybe.

"Look, he doesn't even know how to count dices. I think that your son would do so much better if he went make to kindergarten, if he stays in first grade then he would never be more than just average."

She stared at me.

"So what would it be, a small fish in a big pond. Or a big fish in a small pond?"

"Err I want to be a big fish?" I said.

And like that I was in kindergarten, again.

At lunch we would play the alphabet game, where we would trace a letter in the sky with a finger, and the other people would guess what the letter was. So I decided that it would be a fun way to break the ice with a few new people. So I got my middle finger and wrote the letter "F" in the sky, now I'm six, I don't know what the middle finger was.

"What the hell?!?!?" Reagan said, all shocked, "you just finked me off!"

"No stupid," I corrected, "It was the letter "F"."

Reagen told the lunch lady, and I spent the rest of the day in principal's office, crying. She explained to me that, it wasn't nice to lift the middle finger, and I apologized a thousand times. Ms. old lady said that I really should say sorry to Reagan. I agreed.

But on the way back to class, I got angry, like really upset that he told on me, I was just trying to make friends, and he had to make it all personal. Screw that, screw him! So when I got back to class, I slammed the door open and yelled on the top of my lungs: "F*&CK YOU REAGAN!" And I threw the middle finger at him.

I spent the next to hours in the principal's office, crying.

Umm the first time we used scissors I cut my hand open. And the only other thing I remember is that Kaitlyn Clifton told me that if I stabbed someone with a pencil they would die from lead poisoning, so of course I stabbed her with my #2 lead. She lived.

Thank you for reading sorry it wasn't as entertaining as the last one, trust me, things get weird later on.

Love Arron.

Blast from the Past: Kindergarten part one (Grace)

To begin the tell of epic sweetness, I should start from the begining, the first day of kindergarten. Too bad I don't remember that. So to start things off, I was skinny, shy, and my mother dressed me. I was out to get killed. I remember the room, I went to a privet Christian school in the heart of Corpus Christi, and when I say that I mean, two seconds from the Wal-Mart. The name of the school was call, Grace, and it was dirt poor.

The kindergarteners had to share a room with the first graders. Which gave them a sense of power, they use to taught us. Nothing is more scary than a six year old and paste. I remember that I wasn't that bright back than, I know right, hard to think of me not my usual smartness, but try. Everyone was already reading the tragic story of Mose, and I was still stunk on Dick and Jane. So I would have to come in early for more reading pratices, which went terrible, so eventually me and my teacher (whose name I can't remember) would just chill and watch Power Rangers until the bell.

Every day my mom would make me and my sister lunch. My sister was also attending Grace, as a third grader, she had the pleaser of not sharing a class with a different grade level. Every day I would have sour chips, which Brandie (my sister) hated, and she would have BBQ chips, which I hated. Oh and we have to put our lunches on a shelf in the cafe, everyday. Well back then I was an angle, much like today, but much sweeter. The worst thing I have ever done before was poop in my diaper, my teacher compared me to Jesus. Okay not really, but I was really good. And so one lunch period, while I was talking to one of my friends, or person who was too nice to say stop talking to me freak, about water snakes, my favorite topic for some strange reason, I am terrified of snakes, and I grabbed my sisters lunch. I knew it was sister's lunch because it had BBQ chips, ew. But I was so hungry I eat it anyways. Later after my mom picked us up, my sister was all upset.

"Mom someone stoled my lunch!!!" she screamed," I had no food, and I am so hungry. Can we stop by McDonald's?"

"Brandie, it's Wednesday, which means it's mommie's day, I am going out with my friends to Wal-Mart, you are just going to have to eat something at the house," my mom shouted back.

Brandie was so upset, because I eat the last BBQ chips for lunch. I felt so terrible, and to this day I still haven't told her.

Another thing that sticks out to me is that once a week my Grandma used to come visit me at school, and read us a book, or teched us a song. To me this was the coolest thing to ever happen, EVER. To everyone else, it was lame, especially to the first graders who had to sing Titsy Bitsy Spider. Maybe this is why everyone avoided me....

Umm the only other thing I remember from Grace is my Christmas Pageant, and our school wanted to be origanal, so make decided on...The Birth Of Jesus Christ. It was three hours long and I was a cow. My only line was, "MOOOOOOOOOve over, sOOOOOO I can sEEEE the Kiiiiing." I was all excited, to me I had the role, forget who ever played Jesus, or whatever the hell my sister played, I WAS A COW! I had the custom and everything! Of course being my first ever play, I had to do months of reasoure, I even got my teacher to switch Power Rangers, to the Cow Special on Animal Planet. Every night me and my mom would practice my line for 3 hours, I wanted everything to be prefect. The morning before opening night, they ancounded they wanted the whole school to play in front of the church on Sunday. Gasph, in front of my family, and people who were to nice to tell me to leave them alone! So that day I had to get ready 3 hours before the curtain call, and that custom was itchy. Especially because I was butt naked underneath it.

So my moment comes, right after Goat.

"My BAAAAAAAd I thought that hay was unattended, how embarressing is it to find Jesus in it," Goat.

Then it's my turn, I was on my knees, looking at the butts of kindergarteners dressed like animals. The spot light turns to me, and I draw blank. I can hear the dictor yelling for me to MOO, but it just wouldn't come out. I was dead silent. After ten minutes, someone back stage yells at the lizard to carry on.

"I want to see-," then it came to me, I remember.

Next thing I knew I was standing, and yelling to the crowd of church goers.

"MOOOOOVER OVER SO I CAN SEEE THE KING!!!!"

Then I remember what my told me to remember not to do. The snitching on the back wasn't complete so don't stand up!

So I stood there, my custom on the ground, and my arms wide open for appalls.

Let's just say, they wrote me out of the script, and I never joined a play again.

And that's all I remember.

Thank you for reading and what not.

Love Arron.

Blast from the Past INTRO!

Today was my last first day of school.

Please if you cry, I will cry.

So in the spirited of being an amazingly awesome senior, I would like to take my three followers, yes I know I'm just SO popular XD, though my ever so unexciting life in school, starting in kindergarten all the way to today. Every month I will post a blog about one year of school, up to graduation. And I'm calling it: BLAST FROM THE PAST! Also one of my favorite movies starring Brandon Frasier, don't hate! Jerk.

I'm going to lay it all on the line, every embarrassing moment, from pooping in my pants in third grade, to slapping a bitch in first grade. There is not going to be any lying or leaving stuff out, if I remember it, it's gonna be in blog form.

Okay I know there is 10 months until graduation, and there are, from me, 14 years of school, so to move it along, I am going to make grade kindergarten-2nd grade in one blog. They were boring and I can't remember much of them anyways. And I will posted it maybe tomorrow, it's iffy.

I'm excited about this little adventure. :3 And to any senior friends out there, I challenge you to do the same, to reminisce though the hard, fun, and sometimes embarrassing years of school. Call it what ever you want, just do it. Graduation is coming, and I want to remember want I experience, the things that made me who I am today.

Thank you for reading,

much love, or whatever,

Arron.

:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7X7sZzSXYs&feature=player_embedded#!

That's all.

Because I'm so stupid,

I decided to buy Dead Space, a game by EA Games.

(Oh yes, another blog about a video game, HEY you're following a blog called My Unexciting Life, not My Amazingly Cool Adventure Life, or what have you!)

Even though it's a third person shooter game, and the it's not as well written as BioShock, I still really enjoy it. But the game is very terrifying....

Here's the trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAiHfqnbGYo

or my favorite:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGqq389a43E&feature=related

I haven't finished the game yet, mainly because I have to stop every so often.Sometimes I think I hear something crawling in my vents, I feel little bugs crawling on my skin.

This game basically drags me in to it's addicting gorily hell.

I just hope that it ends well, so I can sleep again.

I will give a full review of Dead Space as well with some other games, that I have recently bought, shortly, but right now I'm sitting underneath a vent, with the song playing in the background. So I have to go....

Thank you for reading, and please don't let a wall necromph dedicate you.

Today...

I beat BioShock.

No applause is necessary, but it is well desired.

I love how my xbox is taking over my life,

sad, but at the same time, very exciting.

I really liked BioShock. Freaked me out in some places,

but all in all, very interesting...

Now that I finished BioShock,

Would you kindly,

Tell me of some other good games I might enjoy?

Bit more of me?

Well.....I....like to.....read? Yes. I do read. Shocker. In fact I am doing a photography set on my Flickr account -http://www.flickr.com/photos/47956136@N08/- where I take pictures that represents a novel I have recently read. Examples?

Though The Looking Glass.

(Bad version)

Beloved

The Girl Who Loved

Tom Gordon

Aww, yes I know it is shitty. (: But it makes me happy. I don't know why, I think it's the way I found a way to make the two things I love into one. Plus it makes me read again. Recently I have been reading alot of Chuck Palahniuk, I just finished Diary.

The photoshot is on Thursday, Chelsea is coming over and painting on my wall, while my mother is going to pose like she is naked with tape on her eyes. Should go will, I hope. I have another idea I was super excited about, but atlas it's too much right now to do, I'll have to wait for school. And ways, I'm reading Choke by Chuck Palahniuk right now,

and I have no ideas yet. But a very good book, all of them I really enjoyed and strongly encourage to read.

Credit: Though The Looking Glass, And What Alice found There By Lewis Carrol

Beloved By Toni Morrison

The Girl Who Loved Tom Grodon By Stephen King

Choke and Diary By Chuck Palahniuk

I Never Register Right.

"Please insert a name."

Type A-R-R-O-N. Red squiggle line appears.

"Aaron. Aron. Arrow. Add. Look up."

I click add, it's slept right dammit.

Next.

"Please insert a eight character password."

********

Breathe, rubbing the sides of my head. Go on.

"Please insert email"

areinhardt12@yahoo.com

"Birthday?"

August 3, 1992.

"Where?"

Corpus Chirsti.

"Christi"

I click it, breathe rub temple, go on.

"Sex?"

Male.

"School?"

High School Senior.

"Extra Curricular Activities"

Not anymore.

"So what's so special about you?"

I don't know, in my short 17 years of my life I really haven't done anything, this makes me feel sad. I leave this one blank.

"Fears."

Not amounting to anything, I don't type this, instead I say: Spiders and Snakes.

"Goals for after high school?

None, not a slightest. I don't have a plan, I don't have anything. I don't want to make plans. I don't want to grow up. Instead I type: College.

"What do you want out of life."

Happiness, I type that.

Heroes?

My family. All of them.

"Type this: POpo@4u74."

I type: POpo@4u74.

"Please Click Here after reading the terms."

I don't read the terms and click anyways.

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ERROR!

-Fill out:"So what's so special about you?"

Hmmm I type: I'm a photographer?