6'2"
17
I love the ladies!!!I bowl every chance i get. Im finally going to Jr Gold nationals, after 3 years of trying i get to go!!!!If anybody thinks this is an easy sport try bowling 6 games a day for 3 years, then come tell me its easy!!!And for those of you who know what this means thank you, Grip N Rip!!!!!!

GIVEN UP
~Linkin Park~

wake in a sweat again
another day's been laid to waste
in my disgrace
stuck in my head again
feels like i'll never leave this place
there's no escape
i'm my own worst enemy

i've given up
i'm sick of living
is there nothing you can say
take this all away
i'm suffocating
tell me what the fuck is wrong with me

i dont know what to take
thought i was focused but i'm scared
im not prepared
i hyperventilate
lookin for help somehow somewhere
and no one cares

im my own worst enemy
ive given up im sick of fellin is there nothing you can say take this all away im suffocatin tell me with the fuck is wrong with me

GGGGOOODDD

put me out of my misery(x3)


ive given up im sick of fellin is there nothing you can say take this all away im suffocatin tell me with the fuck is wrong with me



And a song i want played at my Funeral.

Out Of Exile
~Audioslave~

When i first came to this island
that i called by my own name
i was happy in this fortress
in my exile i remained
but the hours grew so empty
and the ocean sent her waves
in the figure of a woman
and she pulled me out to sea

When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
when you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

on the alter of a sunrise
was a wedding in the waves
and inside her shown a young light
from her labor i was saved
thought i've traveled long in darkness
in her harvest i'm embraced

When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
when you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

now the spires and the gables
grow in orchards to the sky
and the blessings on my table
multiply and divide

When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
when you come round you'll make me whole
send my soul away

yeah When you come down to take me home
when you come round you'll make me whole
When you come down to take me home
send my soul away
send my soul away
send my soul away
send my soul away
send my soul away







My Job
As I search though the smoke and flames my bell on my air pack goes off
I have five minutes left to search for the 2 year old boy i was sent in to get.
I search and search through the endless room
When suddenly i hear a little voice weeping in the closet.
I head toward the closet calling for my fellow firefighter to come and help.
I open the door and find a little boy sitting in there holding a teddy bear.
I take off my mask and give him the air that I have left
And I put him under my arm and follow the hose back to a window
Where I smash out a window to get help.
The ladder truck swings it ladder toward me.
I finally get to the ground where I am asked if I am a hero.
I say no...just doing my job sir. Then I run back to help fight the fire.





This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last,
that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and
bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is
dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but
restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors
and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing
room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly
reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the
appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of
support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back
attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who
respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing
style.



This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends
back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the
guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy
male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but
give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game
where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend
material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice
guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice
guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.



This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone,
and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly
dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you
thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all
ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the
best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in Halo2 to rant about a rumor
that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive
person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had
nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped
her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for
that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was
nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you
knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you,
justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re
just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm
body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.



The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps
more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they
should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what
I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends
at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is
that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim
they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen,
they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or
“he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up
with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most
frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to
lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their
too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry,
guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure
out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice
guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But
one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon
doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that
train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking
them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding
the ones that are single.



So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice
guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described
as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your
patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your
party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile.
For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the
situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my
acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this
society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.



Repost this if you're a nice guy
Girls Repost if you're lookin for this/or appreciate these guys





bands I like:
System of a down
Megadeath
Saliva
P.O.D.
Stained
Rob Zombie
Ludacris
Weezer
Mudvayne
Damageplan
Pantara
Dropbox
Greenday
Disturbed
All I can think of for now.

I am a Disturbed one!!!
www.disturbed1.com/




92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Repost this if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing your ass off.