Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Music, listen to it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUfIKX5ReKQ

M. Ward. Love him.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Hecks yes.

This weekend, I attended a pre-release of a Magic the Gathering set, Scars of Mirrodin. At this pre-release, I played in a tournament in which I placed top ten out of 120 participants. I felt awesome, haha. Aside from the nerdiness, my weekend was pretty uneventful. sooooooooooooooo yeah. peace.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Not in Nottingham.

Two hours from now, I have to give a "this I believe" presentation in my Western Lit. class.
My presentation is "I Believe in Creativity". In comparison to all my other classmates' presentations, it seems a bit shallow. From "I Believe in Sound" (from a girls who almost lost her hearing) to "I Believe in Fathers" (from a girl who grew up without one), all of them seem much more meaningful than mine.

I believe in Creativity

I believe that God created us in His image, to be like him in spirit. He created us with the ability to create. I believe that He wants us to use our creativity in everyday life. Writing poetry, writing songs, and drawing have helped me get through issues in everyday life for the past couple of years.

I wrote a poem called "Create"


Be
Creative
Be
Frustrated
With the world
With a girl
With the lawn mower
That wakes you up an hour before
Your alarm.

Be
Inventive
Find
Incentive
In the good,
In the bad,
In the little Ethiopian kid
Who makes you feel guilty
For buying a nice T.V.

Use
Emotion
Use
The Ocean
Use the sky
Use a sigh
Use that person who you
Like but you know they
Don't like you.

Be
Alone
On
Your own
And be
Creative.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Parsley 8

I ate half of a block of cheese while watching fight club tonight,
now i'm feelin the pain.

I need a scanner.

Monday, September 20, 2010

hm. who knew.

Well, I feel stupid at the moment.
I should have started this paper forever ago, but I still have yet to do anything even close to working on it. It's 1:44 A.M. and I'm posting a blog instead of writing.

I haven't introduced myself yet on this blog.

For all of you who don't know me and are randomly hitting the "next blog" button, my name is Steven Tucker Hedrick. I was born in Tampa, Florida. I lived there until I was 18. I am now 19 and am enrolled as a sophomore at Lee University in Cleveland, Tennessee.


Personally, I hate blogs. I hate how much the word "I" is used and will continue to be used by me and other bloggers.

Sometimes I really want something insanely drastic to happen.
Something to make life exciting. Something negative or positive or neither. A nuclear fallout, winning the lottery, getting hit by a car (and surviving, but losing a leg), some creepy person (preferably nonviolent and female) stalking me, or even just meeting someone inspiring. Really, I guess it's a little selfish of me. I want a lot of change without changing myself at all. My life really isn't boring. I just feel inexperienced in general. I've never lost a loved one. I've never broken a bone. I've never had any serious medical issues. I've never really had a serious (dating) relationship. I feel like I'm growing up without having grown up at all, and I'm really not prepared for life.

Eh, I guess I should go start this paper. Maybe I'll buy a sailboat and become a traveling fisherman. Sounds good.
peaces.

Another one.

So.

Just watched the season premiere of House, and it was not amazing.
I am, however, going to continue watching it because I love house and I love hanging out with friends every monday night.

I really need to do something more exciting with my life.

If anyone would like to watch one of these movies with me later this week, please let me know:








Probs stayin up all night writing a paper and whatnot.
peace out.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

shwat the hef

Well,
I probably will very rarely ever write another blog.
Here's one for tonight though.


Awesome weekend at Kelsey's house.
Fun times.
Putting off homework and being tired right now.

Just because other people are being stupid and pouring out their souls on the internet, I'll do it too, here's a poem I wrote the other day:

Why does the physical
so influence
my emotions?

How can skin
stretched over a body,
a face,
make my heart
pound?

Every
one
I know,
I know by
their skin.

It will warp.
It will change,
but the meaning
remains.
The influence
remains.



so yeah, I'm pretty much a boring kid, but if you wanna read, go ahead.
here's a picture: