Name brand poem

What if you don't have anything to say? What if everything that happens to you, you have no reaction. What if you simply accept everything that happens to you, like everything that happens has a purpose and a reason and you simply accept it because you know there is some sort of more intelligent being allowing all these events to take place for a predestined end result?

Does that make us boring people if we operate this way? .. Hmm.

Senior Year

To all the underclassmen out there,
I know most of you probably don't care about my advice or opinion considering I don't actually know most of you. But seeing the yearbook, hearing and seeing people write their speaches, penciling in the last details of the oh so busy schedule coming up, it all makes you feel.. every emotion conceivable.
Senior year, was my favorite year, I think. But that might be because I actually started making memories and having fun on my own accord.

Freshman year everyone's afraid of not fitting in and so we are chained to this pressure and fear beginning our four year journey through this strange place.

Sophomore year is a cross between Junior and Freshman year. It's the year we begin to focus on our studies and discover the things we enjoy.

Junior year is the hardest year, everyone says. It is. It's the year you focus on your classes and maintain or bring up all your grades so senior year isn't full of stress. It's the year you begin to lose a few friends but gain even better ones. You're excited because you only have that current year and then the one after which everyone claims goes by fast.

Senior year.

Senior year does not go by fast in the beginning. It's like waiting in line for an awesome ride at the fair or Disneyland. You're waiting forever, there's that one person that keeps making awkward eye-contact with you, the kids that won't stop screaming, the adorable children, the other people your age that seem to be an alternate universe version of you or your best friend and then there you. Finally you come to the front of the line, only a few people in front of you but it's okay because at least you'll get a somewhat front row seat, maybe the second car. The whole time the anticipation kills but you got to look around and see the people around you. Senior year is the time when friends that are honest and a great match for your friendship stick around, it's also the time when some others exit your life. There's so much going on around you but you can't really take all the excitement in because you're waiting incessantly for the line to move. Once the ride begins you're thrilled you finally got on the ride. It begins. The ride has tons of loops and turns, climbing and huge drops, it zigs forever one way making sure to jolt you every now and then some random other way. All of a sudden you hear the screams die down, you feel the brakes under the carts and see the loading station. This is the worst part. You don't want to leave, it was all so fun. Your mind pours over every second of the insane ride you ust experienced like gasping for air before you plunge one more time under water. You'd give anything to get back in line with the crying children, the strangers eyeing you, and the people that simply breath attitude and rude comments.  You realize that was part of the ride. All of that was apart of the experience, and then there is immense fun, and then immense gloom. The waiting takes forever but coming to the end of the ride, coming back to the loading platform makes you want to relive it all again and again and again.

Pompeii

And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love. Great clouds roll over the hills bring darkness from above. You know when people hate posting song lyrics on social networking sites and what not? Jacob Sepulveda hates this song. But you know what. I'm going to sing it anyway! 

It's so interesting. It's about the destruction of Pompeii! Okay, that doesn't really sound that exciting but I swear it is! So many people died in the rubble, smoke, and no doubt just the plain chaos and brutality that would be sure to follow the explosion.

I was watching a documentary the other day about Pompeii. Did you know there were people that stayed in the city regardless of the warning? They didn't expect the tragedy that occurred or maybe they knew some sort of cataclysmic event would happen, but they didn't expect the magnitude of this event. The city was known for it's riches and sheer majesty. Maybe some stayed because they thought whatever was going to happen wouldn't be as bad as everyone thought and expected to possibly usurp the riches of others that heeded the warning to leave the city.

Doesn't Rome remind anyone of our society today? Or at least America? I mean we modeled our system somewhat after theirs, our monuments and style of architecture, even the general functions of society under certain laws and policies mirror that of ancient Roman ways and times. I do wish I could live back then. 

And then maybe we'll be destroyed as a society and some one will make a song about us!

And the fire came falling right out of the sky.. something, something, somethiiiinggggg.
(Writing songs really isn't me strong suit)

The Fall of the Titans

The story of Titanic is so interesting. It is a story of the fall of the superior attitude of mankind, though those that died were not the ones to blame for the overall conceited community mind that ruled such events.
"Even God can not sink this ship!", now I know this is a line from the movie, and granted everything I'm writing is attributed to having just finished watching the movie, but this single line sums up the worldly mind set and godly feel of the people at this time.

In some ways it reminds me of the mythological tales we read about from forever ago: Odysseus fighting Polyphemus, Perseus fighting Medusa, etc. I mean think about it. Every unbelievable story we read must have originated from somewhere, right? Of course there are probably stories that had no real life base but considering the imagination the people possessed at that time due to the unexplainable phenomena and lack of understanding of basic science we all know today, it would make sense that they might embellish the tale of a local hero to fit the story the narrator wanted to tell.

I wonder how  they would tell the tale of Titanic if it happened way back when...

Handicapping Harrison

I'm not entirely sure what it is I have to say. I think it may be attributed to the fact that I try not to think too much anymore. You see, I've found people like you better when you don't think too much or too deeply. I use to think a lot; about places in the world or in books, about what every little action might say about one's subconscious feelings, what certain people's root aspirations were, and I use to say what was on my mind. But as I've said, people didn't really enjoy this. I guess it makes sense. I mean thinking too much about anything would no doubt lead to depression as the root cause of almost everything is the fear of death: something I've discovered during my 'thinking era'. But what if we're meant to think more than is encouraged isn't that how the ‘geniuses’ get ahead, how the successful people become successful? It's seems a lot like censorship. The idea of having barriers of how deeply one should think, I mean. I will admit, however, that it does seem to make you somewhat happier as a person. I feel relieved of constantly trying to analyze bits and pieces of life, like I can finally stop worrying about what everything might mean and just worry about myself. Is that selfish? I don't want to be selfish. This seems like a big struggle for those that are cursed with this deep-thinking mind: to seek the larger view of life and understanding of it and sacrifice the happiness of perfect obliviousness, or to live in this elating ignorance but sacrifice the opportunity to achieve something greater.