Summer Roads

Was it forced? Or,
Did I try too hard.
Maybe I just fell for your eyes.
That way when you smile,
That shadow which forms upon your cheek.
Hair as soft as an angel's
Partially lying on my face.
Love does not have reason,
Logic, nor why. You took my soul
Within an hour, driving 45 down that road.
Questions of life, past and future,
with that hair blowing in your eyes.
Those moments when you could turn your head,
Catch my eyes and part your lips once more.
Love does not have reason,
For if it did, I would know.
But instead I'm trapped in memories,
Of a time when you took my heart.


Back to Shampoo-Banana

"No thanks...we're straight."

I guess you could call it my "good bye semester" as i will be leaving for boulder in the spring. It shouldnt be too bad of a semester as long as i get a desk under my bed with internet...is that asking too much? Actually yes it is. And there should be some classic poetry written by the end of this calendar year as i am rocking 3 poetry classes. This is gonna be a grand ol' time. I also guaranteed myself straight A's this semester...as well as a call up to single A Lansing...i wonder which one is more likely. Either way this year promises lots of catch, softball, and skinny freshman girls who will ignore me and think im creepy...HOLLLLLER!



Damn seats are so uncomfortable, he thought. If only he could have gotten an aisle seat. Oh well, the movie was only a little over two hours so his knees shouldnt be that bad. He wondered who that man must be waiting for. Nobody comes to movies alone these days.
"Hold on, this is important...Hey dude, whats up?"
Once again, the inconsiderate cell phone guy makes his appearance. However, he noticies that the man by himself is calling on his cell phone again. Now to most people this would be normal, probably just calling whoever he was meeting, but to him it was out of the ordinary. He started thinking of what it could be...who could he be calling...for what reason...who was it?
"Oh i dont know...probably turkey on whole wheat."
Paranoia strikes deep in those with worrisome hearts, so he did his best just to forget about it...but he told himself if that man gets out of his seat that he would follow him to wherever he goes.
The guy looks fidgety...who gets this nervous before a movie? Possibly myself, he thought, always expecting the worse, always thinking everyone was a crook, criminal, or terrorist. Just chill, he told himself, dont worry, youre here to see a good movie, so sit back and enjoy it...plus, who would want to do anything to a midnight showing of Collateral? Exactly...nobody would, it doesnt make any sense...

The man got up. That was it, he had to follow him. This wasnt normal behavior for an average moviegoer. He waited until the man was all the way down the stairs, then got up in pursuit. This "man" was in jeans, a dark grey shirt, with a black windbreaker over it. He was balding and looked like he was in his late 30s. American. Definately your everyday United States citizen...not the common perception of al qaeda...middle eastern, bearded, and middle 20s. This man walks towards the main entrance area of the theater, nods, and then shakes the hand of someone that just walked in. Well, he thinks, I guess this was just my worrisome nature taking its toll on me. He starts walking back towards theater 7 where his movie is. The whole time pondering how he could be so damn paranoid. He keeps telling himself, those guys aren't terrorists, they are just normal movie going people and i have to learn to stop being so frickin...

The doors opened for him. The force of 10 sticks of C-4 explosives planted strategically throughout the theater rip through seats and human parts and then explode past the door. He is blown 30 feet behind him, into the glass counter displaying an assortment of chocolates and candys. Blind, deaf, and bleeding all over his body, he forces himself to his feet. All that he can see is smoke pouring out of the 2 sets of double doors from theater 7. It travels across the cieling like a snake slithering into the dark. Darkness spreading into all he can see. But then the darkness is pierced by the screams. People shouting, crying, and choking for breath. As the dark continues to overcome him, he sees hands digging at the ground where the doors used to be. Hands the struggle to pull the weight of a torso that no longer has a lower half. Those woman's hands continue to claw their way into the main hallway just enough so he could see her face...a young ladys face coated in the charcoal of smoke, the dampness of blood, and devout of any life. Yet, as he passed out from the glass wounds in his back, he could see the simple and plain emotion of wonderment on her face...seeming to ask God why he would ever allow something so terrible...so horrific to ever happen on his earth.


Bye bye U of I/Kentucky/Nomah!

the last few days all in one simple blog

I'll begin by saying I was accepted as a transfer student to the University of Colorado at Boulder on Thursday and plan on attending this fall. This is a really good thing for me, i love colorado, i love mountains...but i dont love pot, but im sure thatll grow on me. It does suck that im leaving all the friends i made at u of i though, because they were the first "real" group of friends ive ever had in my life. Anyway, it should be a great time and i cant wait to get out there.

Then there was this weekend. On friday i picked up two college friends, jeff and keith, and made the 300 mile drive down to louisville to visit greg dowell. Overall, it was a very enjoyable weekend and apparently i had the "shears smile" a lot without being sloppy drunk. But, here is the sportscenter version of the trip.

Shears wins Kentucky trip challenge by swatting keith and jeff...
thats right, i was on fire. The highlights of my awesomeness were started by the chess match i challenged jeff to. the first words out of his mouth when i asked him were, "are you sure you want play me in chess?" implying that he is a smarter person than i am and that i have no chess abilities whatsoever. To sum it up, jeff got served badly as i checkmated him all the way back to indiana.
Shears outeats keith matizzle for the first time ever...
we had chicken for the first dinner and greg's mom made a shit ton of it, so halfway through i challenge keith to see who can eat more. I won 6-3.
Shears calls sosa homerun distance on the money...
We were watching NOMAH's!!!!!(i will get to him later) debut today and after sosa jacked his homerun we all guessed how far. I said 396 happy feet. It went 396 very happy feet.

So the weekend was a great time, a lot of "nomahs!!!" and "sss ssss(the websling sound spidermans web makes when he shoots it), and a good way to spend probably the last time in a while im going to see those friends.

Do i need to say more? I thought my dad was joking when he said we got him. My friends didnt believe me when i told them. And all we gave up was A-Gone, beltran, and brendan harris who would never have played anyway. Jim Hendry is king of GMs. I will go more in depth into the Cubs and their new life in a blog later this week. But until then...Nomah!!!