I'm going to write. I wouldn't mind if you'd tell me what I'm doing wrong.


Whoops. Guess all this disappointment is making me hungry.

Ash Ketchum in Riddle Me This

I tagged one of my posts with moms cause it was about my mom being a mom, but then a cougar blog liked it and a milf blog started following me.

Walker family memories that have stuck all too well

  • The Christmas where Uncle Keith taught me how to draw and our dad gave us a gamecube with much research put into it (through Santa)
  • having a midnight hike with my cousins and Uncle Keith and Aunt Cindy
  • coming back to Uncle Brett’s from watching Peter Pan in theaters so sleepy I couldn’t keep my eyes open
  • sleepovers with Marek, playing videogames, his mountain of beanbags, and his stuffed Bulbasaur
  • watching Night at the Museum 2 with all of my cousins and my grandparents in their new neighborhood (our neighborhood) before people started going off too college and we saw them less
  • watching True Grit with my dad, grandpa, brother, uncles, Marek, and Alec (all of the guys) for my grandpa’s birthday and then going to A Taste of Texas afterwards for my first time (during the summer after my freshman year)
  • Waking up early for breakfast. Grandpas peanut butter and syrup.
  • Wrestling Cory at Easter. Wrestling Bradley at Christmas.
  • Watching Justice League and playing Ruby and Sapphire with Marek at our grandparents apartment while our Grandpa was at TIRR
  • Labor Day on the beach. It’s a foggy memory but a strong one.
  • Poker with my uncles, specifically Labor Day at Seguin my sophomore year.
  • Corn dog nights, deviated from ice cream on Christmas night.
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Tsk. Tsk. First you are the only one not to notice I shaved, and now you don’t know whether I would make a statement about school spirit and conformity at A&M by wearing the opposing team’s colors? Do you even know me anymore?

I just biked home in a flash food. It was both one of the best and worst experiences. But I guess that’s how it works.

I do not want to hate anything. That is not to say that I would not choose to be passionately angry.

There’s leftover thinking from when we were young that makes me hope that my brother and I will get together to accomplish something big because I know we would be a force to be reckoned with.

8am classes never seemed this early in high school.