there's just no sense in that

periodically i come across thoughts or words that aren’t easy to reconcile like

“strugglying” which really only replaces meanings like,

“you’re an idiot”

not in an attempt to gain anyone’s symptahy

(i’m sure i haven’t)

there are also wrods like,

“anger”

it pops up  from to time to time,

reminding me this,

thoughts twinkiling by my forgetful mind

right now ‘i’m thinking this,

“it must be hard to speak when someone speaks over you,

to have to say the same thing over and over again just in a practice for when it really matters.

then i thought, if it’s so hard, and i already complain so much when in the company of kindness

then it would have to be

hard to grow up.”

my fourth attempt to finish a complete thought

today we went over fragments i got them all right

nevermind, i won’t make it that easy for you

it’s all in my head

that’s what the movie said with an on going soundtrack

that no one likes

image of an old man saying things apathetically

and a boy that stutters with “kiss off” playing

and the imaginary monsters that seem to be evident enough

when asked to describe them,

everyone called your bluff

“most days i can’t put to rest… “

on and on like a train that pretends to move

but all we see, is still

we shan’t think of things that we can describe

obviously, for the pure reason of being obvious

i like to laugh alot at the thought

and the day that it slips out

we pause and then move on

without a word or a thought

or a short glance or quiet retreat or a blank page or a closing speech or an uncomfortable glare or a fair remark or a remarkable concept that floats in your head, or a terrilbe monster that knows where you live 

etc….. etc… the movie continues on with out you or with you

not to say that it’s not something but it could be nothing

just expect to be vain along some of the way

and so we laughed…

i clumsy went a long with what you were joking about

i felt like i was acting

i never had the guts to be on stage

but the small table will be enough i suppose

i would tell you the truth

but it would only heart your feelings

or make you angry

but these days those go hand in hand

and it really isn’t anything you said or did

just my reactions seem to not….

i don’t  what i’m saying

i’m quite sure i say too many things

those words and thoughts

always staggering back and forth

but when i take just one step back

i see thew childishly unrealistic way my thoughts over emphasize things…

my point being, i’m pretty sure i am wrong

but it still hurts

and i don’t even know what it is…

and with nothing else to hold it together,

we just laughed

1.  By world okay I have no idea what I am writting about.
2. Look hi by what are doing hello friends look over the hill whats up.
3.  See I am whats that word whats that word crazy now I have it.
4. Yes I am crazy Iam beyond crazy Iam weird beyond weird I am I am freaky.
5. Ah ah ah Iam mad ah ah ah Iam screaming like a little boy ah ah.
6. Thank you thank you hold  your applause okay now you can clap.
7. The end
8. oh hello world sorry you always say hello first and by last.
9. Let me sing  you a song  jingle  bells jingle bells ha ha.
10. Who is that?
11. thats Madeline  Pratt weird.

today, we (Dad, Hannah, and I) are leaving for a 5 day tour of 6 colleges in the Northeast. im terrified.

dont get me wrong, im looking forward to this trip. i cant wait to see all of those big cities, do a semi-road trip, and get some awesome hang out time with Dad and Hannah, but….

the purpose is to find out where i will live for the next 4 years, if not longer.

im terrified that 1) i wont find a school that i like and i will have to go to CSU, the school that is the lowest on my list. 2) i will be too scared to even try to like a college because all i would think about is how much i would hate it. 3) im not going to get anything from God telling me where He wants me to go. the schools will just be schools. not my school. 4) i might actually end up in one of those places.

im not sure if those thoughts were clear…. but yes, im terrified. and it would be nice if i got some prayer for clarity on this trip thanks.

also, read Hannah’s post directly below this one. actually, read all of the posts, if you can.

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Socially inept, pourly spelled.

teachers telling her that she “is a loser”

in her attempt to not let that one slide she says,

“you don’t know anything!

i have friends….” she said “well, had before they went to drama.. (it works for them really)

but now i have a friend who is like well, you know, the jenny ryerson, type. “

( “rocket science” the movie)

though in the back of her mind she was pretty certain that “jenny” probably didn’t even notice…

laugh out loud moment, i took the time to spell it out

cause i thought the writing might actually make you laugh like seth

pathetic,

socially inept,

is the new lethargic….

“i know, i know,” she began again” i tend to mock right before i join the club

but it’s like you said, ‘once you join, you membership has expired.’”

i hope this is been educational, some suffer in one and some in the other.

as long as i’m “likable,” though you call it “shy”.

hmmmmm…… i guess i’m done venting….

just like J. Alfred Pofruck’s song of love… i know, i know, i’m prideful.

Ladies and germs boys  and  girls now presenting  Noah Pratt or you can call me funny bone!!! Everyone is begging for me to write a blog so here it is. I like ice cream who doesn’t it is so good.  Well back to the story this is a short story. When my dad was little he peed in the sugar bowl. The end here is the credits Noah Pratt Noah Pratt and none other than Noah Pratt and I think I misspelled peed.  And I think this is my best blog yet.

My family is literally weird!

would you like to have a screaming brother

or sister in you face well I dont.

I dont know how my mom does it

and our house is always is a mess.

We are constantly cleaning up.

Then we have school to do

I love the week end.

Because I free from school.

But I still have to clean up.

So I really never have the day off.

But I have a good life.