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A True American Horror Story:
This Election.
Honestly, this is terrifying. The candidates aren't even the biggest problem in my opinion. The fact that every election ages 18-24 could decide the outcome of the election and choose not to is terrifying. I am appalled that people choose to give up their right to vote. It is our duty as American Citizens to participate in the democracy that we have been blessed with. Whether you vote for a main party, or a third party, as long as you vote that's all that matters. Honestly the most disrespectful thing you can do is not vote. In 1776 we were a nation founded by the people for the people. I don't care if you vote for someone I don't agree with, as long as you vote. So many people would do anything to live in a country where they can choose their leader. Giving up that right is a mistake.
Make America Great Again by Voting!

Photos of the Millennium (so far)

This photo is from 2004, and it's the very first time I had ever been to New York. This was a few years after the devestating event of 9/11/01. I was four years old when this was taken, and I honestly don't remember much about the trip, but one thing that has stayed fresh in my mind is where the twin towers stood. At this point in history, the construction was just starting and all the areas around where the towers stood were blocked off. My family went on a walk around the entire site and even though I didn't fully understand what had happened, I knew that it was somthing important. That Fall, I started Kindergarten and come September we started learing about the events of the terrorist attacks. I put the peices together and even as a five year old, I understood.
One thing that really gets under my skin is how today, in schools we don't regognize 9/11 anymore. It's just a distant tragedy now. No matter how much time has passed, we shouldn't forget about it. I was blessed to be able to return this past spring and visit the new memorial sights and Freedom Tower. Returning as a 16 year old who has more background knowledge of the attack made the trip that much more meaningful. I have fallen in love with New York and America.

Flea Market Photos

The Short Story of John Michael
On January 11, 1940, a new life was brought into the world. The fourth of five children, and the only boy. John Michael Bazob was the son of Mary Ann and Lee Bazob. Being born in the middle of a war can be a little odd. Coming straight from the Great Depression and having the war pull the economy out of the rut is quite a thing to be born into. Right after the youngest of the five siblings was conceived, John Michael's dad was recruited into the U.S. Army. At the time, he was only 2, and didn't have much time to get to know his father. On January 14, 1945, just days after John Michael's birthday, his family got the dreadful call that no mother, wife, or child ever wanted to receive. His father had become yet another casualty of the war. From that moment on, even as a young child who didn't really understand war, John Michael became adamant to be a war hero to honor his father.
John Michael was later accepted into West Point and graduated at the top of his class. He would later go on to be a General in the Vietnam War where he recieved the congressional medal of honor and fufilled his dream of being a war hero to continue his fathers legacy.

Photo Hunt+Captions+Hashtags+Quote

This is my friend, Keaton. He makes me laugh and smile every day. I'm really glad that we have this class together. It reminds me of when we were friends in middle school. #GoodOldDays
This is my best friend, Mal. She has taught me a lot in the past 4 years of friendship. I wouldn't trade her for the world. #Thick&Thin
I found this square table in the library. I hadn't seen these before. They must be new, or maybe I just need to go in the library more often... #IHateReading
This round table was in the library as well. These have been in there for as long as I've been at Kickapoo, but I don't think I've ever actually used them. #HaveASeat
This is a leaf that got swept into the school. It reminds me of this weekend when my mom yelled at me for bringing in mud and leaves from my shoes because I didn't take them off when I got home from hammocking. #nature #nofilter #beauty
This is a microscope that looks like a face. It kind of reminds me of Wall-E. I remember seeing that movie in theatres when it first came out. #WhenYouSeeIt
I think a little kid would find these dolls interesting. They are someones project, but as a kid you would just see a set of play dolls. #JuryDuty
This reminds me of the America themed football game a few Friday's ago. That was such a fun night. I love America, so its my favorite game to dress up for. I also rode in Mal's car hanging out the window with an American flag chanting "USA." #merica
School ID's are my actual worst enemy. I loathe them. I hate wearing them and will boycott them until the day I graduate. I absolutely despise them. #youknowwhoIam
Every time I see a chief I will think about Kickapoo. It will remind me of the past four years that I've spent repping our mascot. #OnceAChiefAlwaysAChief

I understand now that I'm not a mess but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, "For the same reason I laugh so often - because I'm paying attention." - Glennon Doyle Melton

All of these blessings will come upon you and overtake you if you pay attention to the voice of the Lord your God. Deuteronomy 28:2

Inspired by Hopper

As the car sputters to a stop, all I can do is sigh. I knew I should have stopped at the gas station that was 40 miles back. That was the last sign of civilization I had seen. I'm officially stranded. I've seen too many horror movies to come out of this alive. I check my phone. There is no signal, in typical horror movie fashion. At this point, I can either wait for a car to drive by and hope it's someone with the least bit of sanity, or I can get out of my warm, relatively safe car, and walk until I find a gas station or signal. My mind says stay in the car, but my gut says... nope, my gut says stay in the car too.
I check my clock. It's just now hitting midnight. I wish I could call to let them know I'm okay. They'll probably start to worry if I don't show or check in. Maybe I should start walking. The next town couldn't be much further. I grab the baseball bat, screw driver, and flashlight out of my trunk. I'm not paranoid, just cautious. It's a pretty brisk fall night. Maybe all the scary people won't be out because it's too cold.
I can see a light in the distance after about three miles of walking. I can make out what I think is a gas station... but it looks old. It's my only hope at this point. As I get closer, I can make out a faint figure at one of the pumps. I attempt to say hello, but that was a mistake.
This is the last person to see me alive.

Windows

Straight ahead there is a field with a small farmhouse in the distance. To my left, the field continues into the horizon. Today the cows have come out. Sometimes the cows come to the fence to play with my puppies, but not always. The ground is a golden brown and the purple and orange sunset reflects off it. Past the farmhouse, if you squint, you'll notice a tattered old swing set that hasn't been touched in years. Maybe someday I'll learn the story behind it.

A blog reader Comments

Very creative! I like how descriptive you were about the 6'3 man!

I really enjoyed your Levi's piece! It was not what I was expecting to read when I looked at the title. It was like an advertisment poem!

I can picture M'Kenna being the "mom" sister. It would be scary to have your parents taken away. It'd be interesting to see how your siblings would react in that situation.
Cold pillows are the best! One of my favorite feelings is coming home after a long day and being able to relax and contemplate life while in the comfort of my own bed.
This is really true. I think the people we love the most hurt us because we open up to them. That's just one of the risks of loving others. I know that when I hurt someone I care about it can haunt me for quite awhile.
I can feel your frustration. I know what it's like to be part of a group where people are only there to promote themselves. Teamwork is very important, and some people just dont understand that. I don't think I'd be good at improv, but I know you're great at acting! Great story!
I also laughed because of these! You seem to have a great sense of humor!