The Secrets Of The Mind

So many questions,
So much to say,
If every word I thought tonight,
Could see the light of day.

The world would be much different then,
My friends would know whats real.
They all would understand me,
Know just how I feel.

I open my heart up to you,
For there the truth does lie.
To see through all the shadows,
And you may then know why,

I do the things you see me do.
For they are not as random as they seem,
I plan them out constantly,
In my midnight dreams.

I analyze and calculate,
The words that I do say,
Each action that you see me take,
before it sees the light of day

I hope you learn to understand,
The wonders of the mind.
For if you unlock this secret,
Of the mysterious mankind,

You can change the world around you,
Make it a better place.
For when you know how people think,
You can put a smile on their face.

Chapter 1: Boy Meets Girl

Once upon a time, in a city quite like the one you live in now, there was Boy, and where there is Boy, there must also be Girl. Now, already, I'm sure it is obvious to you that Boy and Girl were meant for each other. This fact had never been a doubt in Boy’s mind. Girl knew it too of course. The problem: Boy didn't know that Girl had seen their destiny, and likewise, Girl was clueless of Boy's infatuation.

Boy was a prep. He wore polo shirts, had long, brown hair, smiled all the time, and was friends with everyone. He was a theater kid. Boy was in all the school plays. Boy’s greatest feature was his ability to get along with everyone. Even though he was a prep and a theater junkie himself, he was friends with the skaters, the punks, the emos, jocks, cheerleaders, you name them, he knew them. Not to say he was extremely popular. He wasn't. Just an average guy, but he broke the barrier of cliques. He was easy to get along wit. It was well known that he did well with the ladies, but Boy had a problem. He never could hold a relationship. Though Boy dated many girls, he always felt like something was missing. He was always searching for a girl to make him truly happy. He had a fear of commitment. He told himself he wasn't afraid, he merely hadn't found the right girl yet.

Girl was scene. She had jet black hair with streaks of pink in it. Her pale skin was hidden by a thin layer of cover up. Her bright blue eyes were brought out even more brilliantly by the mascara that thickened her lashes. She wore bright colors. Tight jeans and flashy belts were her style. Her favorite outfit was her red and white striped shirt with her black mini-skirt. She was a happy girl. Girl had a good life for the most part, trustworthy friends (or so she thought), good grades, a roof over her head. Music was her passion. Anything from the Beatles to Black Sabbath could get her going. She knew everything there was to know about every musical artist, living or deceased. It was very easy to get her talking about music, but almost impossible to complete the opposite task. As Boy had an artistic channel in the theater, Girl played guitar. Her cherry red acoustic was the passageway from her heart to the world. More than anything in the world, Girl was a guitarist. When nervous, worried, depressed, or just suffering from a case of insomnia, Girl would play her guitar for hours on end in her bedroom. With the door shut and the rest of the world in dreamland, or so she imagined, she could let all her feelings out. Girl's guitar was her therapy and her lover. Though Girl lived a fulfilling life, there was something missing. Girl's father had left her and her mother when she was young. Shortly after, he had died, but that's a story for another time. Girl never had a man in her life. She told herself she didn't need one, although that hole in her heart never seemed to close up.

Boy awoke to the unwelcoming buzz of his alarm clock. Though not exactly the wakeup call he was looking for, Boy jumped out of bed readily. It was the first day of Junior year. An upperclassman, Boy was ready for an exciting year. An hour later, walking through the familiar, and surprisingly missed, hallways of Strenton High School, "Home of the Pegasus," Boy caught up with his old friends. Already, the cliques had seemed to re-form. The jocks all huddled together. He gave a them a nod of his head and continued down the hall. The stoners were in the corner of the C hallway. Giving a few handshakes, Boy passed them up. He walked past a few freshmen. Confused and frightened, they reminded him of his freshman year. Boy walked intently down the hall. He told himself that he was just wandering, catching up with old friends until the bell rang, but subconsciously, he was looking for the scene kids.

Rewind to the second week of third quarter the year before. Girl was new. It was her first year at Strenton High. Her mother had forced her into a new town. In search of work, Girl’s mother ventured to this unfamiliar place. She wasn’t really nervous about being new, it was just annoying parting with the familiarity of her former residence. She quickly made friends. Her new group was much like the friends she had back home. The “scene” kids as others called them. She didn’t care what they called her. She had her own style, and if people classified her as scene, that was their choice. Girl fit in with her new group quite quickly, but she was very quiet. Many just assumed she was shy, but Girl just felt like something was missing. It wasn’t a new feeling to her. Girl had felt the same in her old town; however she had anticipated the change of locale to fill the void. This turned out to be a pipe dream, until Boy came along.

For Boy, today was no different from any other. School went by at the same pace as always. The turtle-like speed of the clock drove him mad. As the lunch bell rang, Boy jumped out of his desk and started to walk towards the cafeteria. Normally, Boy didn’t go to the cafeteria for lunch. Most days he would go to lunch at the burger joint down the street. He had planned to head over there today as well. Some may call it fate, others a mere coincidence, but on this day, Boy wasn’t in the mood for burgers. He decided to just grab a snack from the vending machine and catch up with some friends he hadn’t talked to in a few weeks. Walking the cafeteria, he saw a friend from the scene crowd. Boy joined the group and soon they were in a heated debate over their favorite bands. Boy favored My Chemical Romance, but the group admonished this statement, arguing that they were “sell-outs.” Boy started to realize he was on the losing side of the argument, and was about to leave to meet up with some of the cheerleaders who were beckoning him over when a group of girls who had been in the lunch lines joined the group. Girl stood in the back of this group. Though she was hidden behind three other girls, clad in tight tees and skinny jeans, Boy noticed her immediately. Something about her pulled him back to the group. He pretended to listen intently to the jabber of the My Chemical Romance hate club, while trying to sneak a glance at the new girl in the back of their group. Was she new? He didn’t remember seeing her around before, and there was no way he would have missed a girl like her. To him, it seemed as if her skin glowed, like a beacon calling out to him. One more glance over at her. She was looking back at him. Their eyes met for a split second and Boy’s his visual reconnaissance retreated back to the protesters, trying to persuade him to, “stop listening to that garbage.” He was unable to think clearly and made a poorly contrived excuse why he had to go “Get a missed homework assignment from a friend.” Walking away, he didn’t dare to turn back around for another glance.

Girl stood in the lunch line with the rest of her new-found friends. In the back of the group, not saying anything, Girl stood, alone in a crowd. It had been this way since she had come to Strenton. Not to say anyone was mean to her, they were more than welcoming. Girl just sort of kept quiet and listened. She liked to observed and only talked when she had something interesting to say, a skill that, as she had noticed, none of the other girls in her group possessed. She zoned out a bit, as her friends began to talk about the concert going on the next Saturday. Girl wasn’t able to go, so she didn’t pay much attention. Girl spent the duration of their conversation pondering her new life. She had hoped that it would be different here. Her dream of a more fulfilling life in Strenton had not been realized. It had only been a couple weeks, but Girl didn’t see anything here different from where she had come from. Before she realized, it was her turn to order. She snapped out of her trance and ordered her lunch quickly. Again, this was the same as where she had come from. She wondered if cafeteria tacos were made in a factory and shipped out to schools around the country, just to make sure they were all equally disgusting.

After getting their food, the girls joined the guys, who usually were talking about music, video games, girls, or their favorite topic, food. Today the subject happened to be music. She heard some chatter about My Chemical Romance, but Girl didn’t bother to pay attention. Usually, she jumped at any chance to have a musical conversation, but she had already made that mistake. These people didn’t understand music the way she did, and it was useless talking to them. She had become rather skilled at tuning out the voices around her. She sat down and started to eat her factory made tacos. She heard a voice coming from the group that she didn’t recognize. This was an odd thing to notice, considering she wasn’t even listen to them, but this voice rang out to her, as if beckoning her in. She looked up from her plate in search of the source of this intriguing voice. Immediately she saw Boy. He was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and she blushed as she turned away. Girl was not one to believe in love at first sight, but at that moment, she felt something change. She could feel the emptiness being filled, as if his voice seeped into her veins and flowed into her heart, sealing the hole shut. She didn’t have the guts to look back up at him. Girl ate the rest of her meal with her head down and her cheeks red. Only did she look up again when boy started to walk away. She glanced at him and turned her head back down. Girl regretted the fact that she didn’t say anything the entire time he had been part of the conversation. She knew that he must think she was an introverted, boring, and probably stuck-up brat already. She wondered what his name was, but wouldn’t ask anyone for fear of being too obvious. As the bell rang, Girl said goodbye to her friends and started to walk to class. She spent the next three periods thinking about the boy who had finally filled her heart.

I can't escape you...

So just moments ago, I found myself looking at my ex-girlfriends Myspace page. We dated years ago, and I haven't seen her in about 6 months, yet I still think about her from time to time. What I don't understand is why I will, every month or so, think about her and let my heart drop into my stomach once again. For some reason I just felt the need to check her page and see if she was single. It's quite sad. I mean, I date other people, I am happy with everything, but she still is in the back of my mind, and just pops up randomly.

I hate to admit this at this point, but I guess you could say she was my first love. She was actually my first girlfriend and we were amazing together. We met at a friend of mine's birthday party, she is his cousin. She asked me for my number at the end of the night and we started talking. We talked for hours on end everyday and started going out soon after. We lived across town from each other and had a tough time finding time to spend together. After a short time I made a mistake that I've regretted for years.I told her that we didn't see each other enough and maybe we should just be friends. I look back at the day now as my equivalent of D-Day.

She was beautiful, no one could deny that, and though, I'll admit, she didn't have the best figure (not fat, but not supermodel thin, in my opinion, perfect), I didn't care. I had fallen for her. I can't get away from it now, and it will haunt me for the rest of my life possibly. Every time I hear a love song or a breakup song, she pops into my head.

Every once and a while we will show up at the same party, run into each other at the movie theater, once, she randomly IMed me. Every time we come into contact I just start to hurt more. I tried to make things work again, but it never worked out.

Once, we were actually talking, which was very rare now, and possibly had a shot at getting back together, then she started talking about some other guy. I got jealous and started asking questions about him. She got annoyed by that. She started acting rude and ignoring me and I said some things that, I admit, probably shouldn't have been said. In the end, she deleted me from her Myspace friend's list, and we haven't talked since.

I still think about her from time to time. I remember how amazing she was. how great we were together, how much she made me smile. Then I remember how much I screwed up.

I don't know how to get over her. I have moved on with my life. I date. I have really liked other girls since then, but none like her. I wish there was someway to erase her from my brain so I would never have to hurt over her again, but at the same time, I wouldn't trade my memories of her for anything.

I just want to be able to listen to music without her face popping into my head.

Yet, I don't really want that the most... what I really want the most is a miracle. I want her and I to start talking again. I want us to put the past behind us. I want her to remember how perfect we are for each other. I want her back.

Venting

The last few days have been extremely hectic. I feel like I'm in a trance. Overworked, tired, nervous, stressing out, irritable. I'm falling apart. I need this semester to end. I apologize in advance, most of today's post is going to be a big complaint, but I need to vent, and this is my blog, so I write what I want.

As the semester comes to a close, classes all get harder at the same time. I've got projects due, papers to write, and no time to do any of it. This is the first bit of free time I've had in days. I am so stressed about all my grades. I've never got less than a B in a class, and it seems like my Spanish 111 class may be my first C. It sucks. I'm trying to get my grade up quickly before the semster ends, but it's tough to improve your grades when you can't read the assignments. I don't speak Spanish as well as I should for the amount of time I've been studying it.

The girl I was supposed to go out with this weekend might be bailing on me. Wednesday she got kicked out of her house. Her mom has a short temper and makes rash decisions. So some of my friends had to go pick her up and bring her to our church. Later I drove her home so she could get her things and her dad is going to take her to his house in a few days. Her mom let her stay until Sunday. So, I called her the next day to see how things were going, she said she was okay. The day after that she stopped returning my text messages. I'm assuming her phone got turned off, but I'm not sure what to do now? I kinda need to know if I'm supposed to be meeting her Saturday. What am I supposed to do?

I have to work all weekend also. I go to school until five o'clock every day, then on weekends, I work eight hours a day. I don't have any time to actually do the homework that I get on the weekdays. I'm really just in a slump right now. I'll get through it, I just hope my grades survive.

I really need something to do this weekend after work. I've been so stressed out I feel as if I'll explode if I don't get to do something that doesn't involve work. If this date doesn't happen I'l have to find something to do.

I guess I should start praying more, maybe read the Bible. Everyone says it makes you feel better when you're going through tough times, but I feel like I don't even have time to read anymore...

Alright, I'm done venting, I'm going to go register for classes for next semster now.

At his limit,
Oblivious Oxymoron

Playa's Block

So I'm swamped with homework tonight, which I'm probably not going to do, thanks to my new obsession with Twitter, Thanks to my Aunt. (That sentence is much longer than it should have been. I think I use too many commas.) Anyway, I'll live though, I get pretty good grades, despite my excellent procrastination skills.

So I'm stressing about where to go this Saturday. I'm going on that date that I talked about yesterday, but I'm not sure where to take her. We could just see a movie, but I want to do something interesting this time. This girl isn't like all the rest. It's like I have writer's block, but it's Playa's Block. (TM) (Yes, I am trademarking Playa's Block. I just made it up.) It's not like I have any readers yet, but if someone does in fact read this, do you have any ideas? I am at a loss.

I've been addicted to that new All American Reject's song, "Gives You Hell," recently. It is truly great.

Okay, I'm gonna try to go do some of that heaping mound of homework, though I'm sure I'll just find myself on Twitter again.

Oh and just so you know, I'm really not a player, I just like to use the word. I'm going to use a lot of sarcasm around here, so you best get used to it.

Buried in homework,
Oblivious Oxymoron

Current Events

Well, it took me five years, but I've finally gotten into the trend. It's been sweeping the world, and it finally swept me off my feet. Blogging. I'm Oblivious Oxymoron, Oxy for short. I don't know why it took so long, but I'm starting a blog now. I hope you stay and enjoy the show, and knowing my life, it will be a pretty interesting show.

I've got a lot going on in my life already, so it's tough to start blogging now. I've got so many things going on, and it feels like I'm starting half-way through a story. So, i guess I'll have to start by updating you on what is currently going on in my life.

Here we go... I've lived a great 16 years of my life so far. I couldn't ask for much more than I have. I have a great, huge, (annoying) family. My friends are great for the most part. I'm pretty satisfied with life.

I am a strong Christian. My religion is very important to me. I slip very often, and I'm not embarrassed by this. Everyone makes mistakes, but hopefully I can learn from them and not make them again. My church is a second family. I have relationships there that will never be broken. I live in Las Vegas, the great Sin City, so being a Christian isn't easy, but I get through it.

My school is amazing. You'd be surprised to hear those words out of the average teenagers mouth, I know. My school isn't like those though. I go to College High School. So basically, I go to high school on a college campus. I love it. My friends there are great. There is no drama (most of the time).

So, that's the background on my life, let's get into current events.

I recently got a ticket for jaywalking. Not fun, my mother is one of those that think the worst will always happen. You know, always scared of everything. Kidnappings, falling out of trees, poisoned Halloween candy, bear attacks... all things she worries about. (And no, I'm not kidding.) So of course jaywalking is on the list of things that would horrify her if she knew I had done.

Great... so, now I have to tell her. This is not going to be fun. I stalled for a week, waiting for the right moment that I knew would never come, but eventually I had to get it out. (She had to drive me to the courthouse after all.) It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She was very "disappointed" in me. I hate when she says that. I have to pay the $140 fine (Crazy amount for jaywalking right?!) but at least I'm not grounded. This would not be a good week to be grounded.

See, this weekend I'm supposed to be going out on a date. I go on a lot of those, but this one is going to be different. (I hope) I've known this girl for two and a half years, and she's driven me crazy for approximately the same amount of time.

I mean literally crazy, everything a girl can do to make you batty, she's done. When you see those girls on TV that are insane, and you think, "That's just TV, those girls don't exists," your looking at Ari. Despite the insane things she's put me through, I can't get over this girl. Each time I just fall for her more, and I finally got her.

This week is moving slower than any I've had in my short 16 years. Of course it would, when you are looking forward to the night of your life, things tend to seem longer.

Well, that's most of what's currently occurring in my life. I hope you continue to read my blog. I'll try to keep updating every day or two.

Also, if you use twitter, follow me, I'll follow back.
Twitter.com/Oxym0r0n

Waiting for the Weekend,
Oblivious Oxymoron