Michael Jackson

I’m just going to write down how I’m feeling right now.

I’m a pretty big Michael Jackson fan. I love his music, his videos, and his dancing. He truly is the kind of pop! But the thing that sucks is that he is known as the child molester. That’s the main thing. He’s alleged to have molested some kid, so his reputation is forever tarnished.

That sucks, because I just really like his music and dancing. If people know I’m a big fan, they’re going to think I’m a pedophile too! That just really sucks. It just does.

UPDATE: Yeah, I know I’m being kinda paranoid (I hope), but I did write this a few weeks ago. I’m over it now.

The Scripture of Gavin

Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of philosophical thinking. I personally think I live pretty morally. I’m not saying I’m perfect, because I’m far from it, but I think that I am a good person at heart. It’s mainly because of my ideologies that I’ve formulated over the years of growing up. I want other people to be able to benefit from my ideologies, so I decided to start writing The Scripture of Gavin.

What a terrific name, right? It’s just a short paper with some guidelines about how to be a good and morally clean person. It’s a lot more difficult to write than I thought. This is one of the most difficult things I’ve ever written!

The thing that sucks for me is that I’m only 16 years old. According to my Dad, and probably millions of other parents all over the globe, I think I know more than I do, and that worries me. Is my scripture going to be ready; or do I still have many valuable lessons to learn?

The Scripture can be used by any living human being. Black or white, man or woman, Christian or Muslim. It’s sort of like a container for your life, and in it your place your religious and political beliefs. I’m designing it to be compatible with everyone. I think I might be able to do it!

When The Scripture is finished, I’m going to make a website for it to be posted up on. I’ll just spread the link around, and see if people like it. Hopefully, I can make some people live morally correct lives.

Videos

I’ve decided that I may want to pursue a career in film-making, so I started just making random videos about different things, and posting them on YouTube. I made three so far. Two of which have profanity in them.

My Dad was somewhat upset that videos of me swearing were now viewable world-wide. He told me that I’m not allowed to make any more videos that have swearing in them, which made me pretty upset.

I hate censorship. People don’t like something in a video, so they eliminate it, and now no one can see or hear it. It seems really unfair to everyone else that wants to see or hear it.

Also, this swearing ban on my videos takes a toll on my creativity. I feel uncomfortable thinking up any sort of ideas now, knowing there are constraints and limitations as to what I can do. My imagination used to be infinite, but now it’s finite to a certain capacity.

It’s my personal belief that if someone doesn’t want to see or hear something, go away. Don’t listen, don’t watch. Censorship is the belief that the world revolves around you.

I want that comfortable feeling of knowing I can make any kind of video I want. That feeling has been robbed from me. And I think I’m going to try and take it back.

Recreation

I got a job working at East River Valley Recreation on June 23rd, 2008. For the first week, all I did was get CPR and First-Aid training, Leadership training, and “High-Five” training. My position really started on June 30th, 2008.

I’m not quite sure what to call my position, so I’ll just call it a “guide”. Basically, I am a person who plays games with the children all day. I make sure they respect each other, the don’t hurt one another, and they don’t name-call one another.

So far, I really like the job. Everything is going spectacular, and I think me and my co-workers Kim and Travis get along very well.

I get a fairly decent salary, enough to buy a 30 GB HDD video camera after 2 weeks of work (It’s a really nice camera!)

All of the kids there are pretty good. They are all country folk, like myself, so they are all good-hearted people.

All-in-all, I think this is probably the best summer job anyone can have! I’m really glad I got the position, and I look forward to an awesome summer!

Metal

I’ve always thought the Moon was pretty cool, but ever since about a year and a half ago, I’ve been completely fascinated with it.

It’s so close to our Earth, yet so far away. It’s beautiful, the way it reflects the Sun’s rays back to us, in a stunning silver glow that illuminates the loneliness of the night.

When I think of the Moon, I think of all of man’s achievements when it comes to space exploration. I think of every aspect of it, right down to the nuts and bolts of the spacecrafts.

I’ve realized only a short while ago, that I have been fascinated with metals all of my life. Anything bears any quality similar to that of a metal, captures my interest, whether it is rusty, or shiny. I have no idea why this is. What does my subconscious find so lovable about metal?

One of the reasons I appreciate the Moon so much, is this scene that I have imagined in my head dozens of times:

Imagine being in a vast desert, with a black sky, and a bright, silvery ground. Of course, you are on the Moon. You are simply wondering the vast expanse of dust, knowing that there is nothing here but more pebbles and craters. But then, you see something gold glinter in the distance. You bound over as fast as you can, and in the miles of nothingness that surrounds you, you look to the ground, and find a small device. It is made of metal. Many metals. Fragile, expensive metals. Delicately wrapped in a most interesting golden foil, to protect it’s primitive, yet sophisticated inner circuitry from the deadly and powerful radiation from the Sun.

You pick it up to examine it, and realize that it is useless, and dead.

It was once a world-changing piece of technology, that helped scientists and astronauts alike learn more about space, and the Moon. The whole world was watching when it left the Earth, and touched down on the Moon. But now it was left, untouched, and unadmired, in the desert of nothingness.

Ever since I thought about the sketchy metallic things floating around in space, I’ve always wanted to go to space. And now I know why: because I want to look at those sketchy satellites of yesteryear, feel them, maybe break them, fuck them up a little bit.

Look, I’m rambling, so I’m going to cut things short: Metals are cool.