a different town

For all of my 17 years of life, I have lived out in the country, on the same property around the same neighbors.  This past week, my mom and I moved into town into a two story, with a basement, house that had been modified into apartments.  We're on the main floor, and it's really quite nice here, so nice, I've given the place a name; the Nest.  The Nest sits besides the road that bends around from the railroad down to main street.  Let's just say there's so much traffic that I can't even count the number of cars I see, or the trains that pass.  So much traffic, I like to sit on the front porch and wave at people as they pass by.  I'm thinking about making cookies or something and when the trains come by and the cars are all backed up in front of the Nest, go sell them for fifty cents each...but that involves a city permit or something too much work for a simple act of awesome.

Anyway, this is day three of staying in the Nest and there's just so much new stuff.  The sounds are so different from living out in the country.  Instead of hearing birds and wind, now I hear cars and trains.  Really, that's about it, aside from the three birds that were playing outside one of my bedroom windows, and the occasional crappy car that clunks it's way around the road.

I'm about to embark on a journey.  From the Nest down to Main Street to the public libary, walking.  After my hip replacement my surgeon said the best thing to do to that hip is to just walk.  Considering the fact that I enjoy going on walks, and that I wanna do the 5k run/walk that's coming up sometime within the next month, I'm excited to get to walk around the town that I've been passing through and doing various things in for my entire life.  It's practically like it's a new town almost, there's so much "new" things to me.

Oh, and a side note, about two months ago I had started a "50 books in a year" thing, but I lost all my stuff I had written down...which reallly wasn't much.  So I'm starting over, today officially.  And so I won't be losing my stuff, I'll be blogging about it...kind of.  More details within the next days.  Book suggestions are welcomed, I'm always up to try a new book.

come on brain

I'm in one of those funks.  The type of funks that you don't really want to do anything.  Well, actually, I take that back.  I have a long list of things I want to accomplish and work on, but alas, my brain of mine won't put in the effort to work.

For example, I had attempted on several several occasions the last few days to write a blog post about something some what important and relevant.  But my brain basically shut off on me a couple sentences into the post.  I fear my brain is finally getting back at me for over loading it in the fall. I mean, if I was my brain, I would revolt about now.  It's the crucial part of the school year...even if I do take my classes online.  But everything right now effects senior year and if I graduate on time or not.

The only thing that my brain has really permitted me to doing is watching stuff on Netflix, granted though, I'm not entirely wasting my time away watching pointless movies. I mean, the vast majority, and I'm talking about like 99% of the stuff I've been watching has been documentaries. The other 1% has been a mixture of things from Doctor Who to Greek  to dramatic movies.  Just yesterday, I watched three documenties and a movie that I'll most likely end up watching again today.

Such a pointless post.

taking a stand

Yesterday I definitely didn't forget to be awesome.  I attended and participated in the second annual Walk Against Gang Violence in Wichita, Kansas.  I hadn't heard of this gathering before this week when I was cleaning out my e-mails of 2,000 and still counting when I came across an e-mail from my youth leader asking me if I wanted to go.

I had no idea that it would be such a massive event.

I knew that there would be a good deal of people there, maybe five hundred at the most.  Nope, estimations are that there were 2,000 people there.

This year the walk was in honor of a 13 year old boy who had been shot and killed at his home.  The coordinators of the walk changed the route the of the walk to lead by the house where this 13 year old boy was killed.  The family of the boy were standing in their driveway watching as the walk continued by their house, you could see pain on their faces still, but they were happy to see so many people participating in an event that was helping to decrease violence in general in Wichita.

One of the things that I thought about as we began the almost two mile walk around this very sketchy neighborhood, was that people of all races had come out that morning in support of not only the family of the 13 year old boy, for everyone who has been affected in some way of violence in the Wichita area.  The area of the walk was mostly Latino based, or at least that's what I'm assuming by all the Mexican based restaurants and stores along the route we walked.  But it wasn't just Latinos that showed up, there were African Americans, the average white person and Asians.  It just showed that it didn't matter your race, we were all there for one reason.  To stand up for those who can't against violence.  We were all there for one purpose and we made our voices heard.

Yesterday was a day of decreasing world suck, and I'm happy that I was apart of it.

Article about the Walk Against Gang Violence ---> Click
Youtube video from the Wichita Police Department (this is from 2010, but shares the basis of the event) ---> Click


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