how to be a nerd

I'm real nerdy.
I spend my weekends playing Super Smash Brothers with my other nerdy friends.
I'm in love with several different fictional characters, most of them superheroes. 
Speaking of which, I own twelve different superhero T-shirts. An Avengers shirt, a Justice League shirt, two Batman shirts, two Spiderman shirts, two Ironman shirts, a Superman shirt, a Deadpool shirt, a Wolverine shirt, and a Joker shirt. I also have Batman pajama pants, a Batman watch, and even a Batman wall decal in my room.
I know the DC Universe better than you do.
Oh, and let's talk about how I draw my favorite characters better than you.
I will pour hours into leveling up Pokémon.
I know everything there is to know about every single Kingdom Hearts game that has been released. And I once beat Sephiroth on my first try on Proud Mode in Kingdom Hearts II.
I've beaten Ocarina of Time at least 20 times.
I've also beaten Windwaker, Twilight Princess, and Skyward Sword multiple times.
I probably have too much Zelda dubstep on my iPod.
I was Zatanna for Halloween this year.
I think I'll love you forever if you know who that is.
The only TV shows I watch are Avatar: The Last Airbender, Teen Titans, Legend of Korra, Young Justice, and Arrow. Oh, and The Universe every now and again.
Most people just think I'm trying to be hipster, but I wear glasses and they are prescription. I can't drive legally without them.
I won't marry a man who is not half as nerdy as I am.

natural man

Humans strive to be better than human. And we fall and scrape our knees more times than we probably should. But there will always be someone there who will forgive you. Whether that's God, or your brother, or your best friend, you're not alone. I firmly believe that we can be better than what we naturally are. I think that's something most people can recognize. Yet society would have us believe that our carnal instinct is something to indulge. That sensuality and pride is something not worth fighting against. Because it's who we are.

There's not much argument to that, I think, except these words of warning. If you let the world mold you from what you are, you'll never learn, you'll never grow, and you'll never change. Use your own hands to mold what you are into what you can become. It is then that you find what you truly want.

"I desire the things which will destroy me in the end." -Sylvia Plath

astronomy made simple

The stars speak languages like dusty attics and childhood memories our yielding adult minds can't comprehend. The stars can stare straight into your pupils from lightyears away. The stars see the future and the stars see the past and the stars never bat a lash. The stars live a thousand lifetimes and the stars understand everything from day one. The stars flicker but never faultier.

The stars aren't always floating in the sky like forgotten balloons innocently released from the hands of children. The stars walk the streets of Temecula, California. And the beaches of Amelia Island, Florida. I'm confident that the stars roam these streets, even the streets of Cedar Hills, Utah. Call me biased, but the stars are in my bloodlines. The stars care and the stars will never stop being. The stars are and the stars will never stop caring.

S I C K

I'm writing about chopsticks and how I'm quickly getting sick of Panda Express. I'm getting sick of wood and the rice never being sticky enough. I'm sick of reality TV.

I'm sick of everyone owning smartphones. I'm sick of this world and it's mindless technology. I'm sick of work. I'm sick of stickering things, but I love the company. The people, that is. Not Seagull Book. I'm writing about feet and how I'm sick of standing on them all day.

I'm sick of the same old writing. My same old writing. I'm also sick of trying to be different, yet here I am. I'm actually kind of digging this 'writing every thought that pops into your head' idea but I'm sure tomorrow I'll be sick of it.  I'm writing about words and how I'm sick of the bad ones.

I'm so sick of you. I'm sick of myself. Choking here, honestly. Hacking up apologies like it's our usual disease. It's disgusting. Why can't we wake up and be completely heartfelt? Sometimes my heart feels anger, I'm sick of the way I hide that from you, I'm sick of the way I make excuses to reassure myself. I'm writing about you and how you've got me taking medication to make the sickness go away. It never goes away.

fears

i'm afraid that if we walk off into the sunset we'll get burned

that if we stargaze for too long we'll start to suffocate

and every single romantic cliché will always be cliché