About A Boy

Such a Thing as Too Much Free Time
There is no such thing as too much free time. Frankly, I'm not really a huge fan of school in general, even though I love learning. It's just that I don't feel like school actually teaches me what I need to know, or even what interests me. Don't get me wrong, school's not horrible, it's just those times where I feel like I'm getting stressed over a project or paper when I'm not getting anything out of it. Sometimes I just wish I could go home and actually do what interests me specifically so I can actually learn. Why should I have to memorize all those tidbits of history and jumbled formulas that most teachers will even acknowledge that I will forget when I leave the class, when I could stay home and define my interests based off what I like and what I want to do in the future?
"Did you know when I was born that I would be a vegetarian?"
Parents that force their child to have the same views as them frustrates me. Getting angry every time your kid disagrees with you on an opinion doesn't make sense to me. If I was talking to a stranger and said "I like the color blue." and they went "How dare you like the color blue. My favorite color is orange, and therefore yours should be as well.", I would probably walk away confused, yet I see parents treat their children with less respect for their opinions than they would give a stranger.
What is the Point to your Life
I don't really think there is a predestined point to my life. I mean, people should never define themselves to one niche. People are complex, but if people define themselves to a single purpose they end up simplifying themselves, which is toxic to them. I prefer that there are many points to a person's life. Maybe it was planting that tree over by Wilson's Creek, but that may just be as much of a point to your life as when you won that Nobel Peace Prize. A "point" is a complex, interconnected thing. You can't just take out one and expect the rest to be there without some serious consequences. It's more of a series of many points, not defining yourself to one singular purpose.

Music Questions and Things

10.) Country music. Country music is the sum of everything I despise. Every song in that genre sounds the same, usually starting with their cold beer on a Saturday night, trucks, and wet T-shirt contests. Ew, no thank you, I'd rather not. The instruments and rhythm rarely ever vary, and it's not technically difficult most of the time. Honestly, if the banjo riff starts up, I'll pull your aux cord out, and then promptly ask you to leave my car. It will not be tolerated. 

1.) When I listen to music, I have the sudden motivation to complete whatever task or problem I face with renewed zeal. Normally I'm like "ugh running, I'm getting sweaty and gross", but when by earbuds are in it's like "Heck yeah, watch out wold, here comes Chad Myers!" It's like a sense of urgency, not really a particular emotion, more of just like that I need to do this for myself.

15.) I think it would be great to be a musician professionally, even though my singing voice is... well... awful. My piano skills are my strength musically, and I really enjoy it. However, since I started quiet a bit later that my peers, I'm still behind but I'm creeping up on them in skill. I think that playing the piano on stage would be fulfilling, even if now I'm too timid about by abilities to play in front of others. That'll come with time.

4.) I mostly gravitate toward music through repetition. The more times I listen to a song, the more I grow to like it. Eventually, the love dies, and I find a new song. It's like with piano: if I spend the time to and energy to learn to play a song, then I'll eventually grow to like it, or I wouldn't have finished it. I guess familiarity makes me naturally learn to love it.

3.) When I was young, I abhorred music of all genres. Weird, right? I just didn't see the point of music, and I thought it was a waste of time and energy. I saw the point behind things like painting: you have a tangible product that can last for centuries. Music isn't as definite and tangible. Music is fleeting, and doesn't last forever. I didn't understand how I could like something that will not be able to stick with you. It was until about the end of middle school to early high school when I learned that music has a quality that other types of expression don't possess: the beauty of the now. Music does stick with you, at least the good music does. You hold it within your thoughts and memories, and that's enough.

6.) Without music, the world would be a lot more dreary and desolate. It would be like time was standing still. Music is the thing that proves that time goes on. Art's the concrete things that stay, but music keeps things in motion and change. Without change, the world would truly be boring place, as change is what keeps things in order and balance; otherwise, things would continue perpetually, and nothing would ever be fixed. It's the desire for change that separate us from any other species, without that we're no more than the primates that we descended from.

Fruit Puns

Fruits are the base of my food pyramid.

Eating dairy is just the PITS.

Proteins are just unbeLEAVEable

Vegetables have always been a bit SEEDY.

And Sweets have always put me into a JAM.

Fruits deserve a CROWN

for the BERRY good job they do.

And I think that's just PEACHY.

Actually, it should be on the pyramid twice

so then it could have a PEAR,
because after all,
it takes two to MANGO.

and should be in every smartphone,

because then it'd be an APPLE product.

I think that idea would be subLIME

Of exemplifying the GRAPENESS 

of this endeavor.

It make me MELONCHOLY

just thinking of a world without them.

I FIGure I would go BANANAS, 

and be grades would begin to SLIP 

in the school's CORE curriculum.

I think I would rather be PUNCHED,
and be beaten to a PULP

than miss their tangy PASSION,
that would be perfect on any DATE.

That's why I find them so APPEALING,

and need to eat a BUNCH of them.

Well, this idea is getting a little RIPE,

but it's going pretty SMOOTHIELY
and I´ll never take fruits for POMEGRANATE.

and if the police ever finds this blog post

I guess I'll be

a PERSIMMON of interest.

And with that final terrible pun, my post comes to a close.

Revised Story

Chad Myers 

Wally Goes to Hawaii
Page 1
There once was a town called FrostBerg, located on an iceberg somewhere between the North and South Pole. It is a beautiful Winter day there. 
Page 2
The penguins are outside skating. Polar bears are enjoying their ICEEs and narwhales are skiing down the various slopes.
Page 3
There is only one animal not joining in on their Winter fun: Wally the Walrus.
Page 4
Wally has never liked the cold. He prefers to go home to his igloo and relax in his bundle of blankets reading a good book.
Part 5
He enjoyed being able to water plants in his green house. The ice and snow just wasn't the life for him, trust me, he tried.
Page 6
Sledding was never really his thing. He'd always scream on the way down.
Page 7
Peppermint mochas just burned his tongue.
Page 8
Snow kept getting caught in his mustache. It would make his lip cold.
Page 9
Eventually, the animals of Frostberg stopped inviting him to play. He just couldn't be part of their Winter fun.
Page 10
One day, he meet with Morris the Moose, Frostberg's local travel agent. Wally meet with him to discuss where he would like to go this year.
Page 11
"Where would you like to travel?" Morris the Moose asked.
"Where can I go?" 
"Anywhere, from the highest peaks to the lowest of trenches. Anything particular in mind?"
"Just someplace warm." Wally replied. He hates the Winter weather of his hometown. 
Page 12
"I think I have just the place in mind." the agent replied with a smile.
Page 13
When Wally stepped off the plane, it was like an whole new world was opened up to him. There were palm trees and beaches everywhere.
Page 14
He went to his new hut on the beach, and laid in his hammock sunbathing. He pulled out his map, and decided to explore the island.
Page 16
He took a walk on one of the trials, and found that Hawaii had plants he had never gotten to see in the Artic! The entire island was covered in the brightly colored tropical fruits.
Page 17
At the end of the trial were several shops that scattered the beach. One vendor offered him a mango-pineapple smoothie. He didn't really know what either of those things were, but he was open to trying anything (but peppermint mochas, those are gross).
Page 18
He was surprised to find that he liked it! It was very sweet, and was different from anything that he had tried at home.
Page 19
He went up to the local surf shop, and bought a surfboard. He ended up getting to try some free surfinglessons. At first, he stumbled, but he quickly improved.
Page 20
Eventually, he was surfing like one of the pros. He shredded some sick waves until the sun went down.
Page 21
There was a luau on the beach that night. The place was lit up with hundreds of lights, and he could hear music all the way from the ocean. 
Page 22
He decided to join them. Apparently, Wally is quiet the life of the party, and he is crazy good at limbo. 
Page 23
Once the night was done, Wally came back to his hut and got some much needed rest. He had such a busy day, and was looking forward to the rest of his trip.
Page 24
Before Wally knew it, his stay in Hawaii was over. He had to say goodbye to his newfound friends, but it was time for him to go home.
Page 25
Wally realized where his home was, and realized he'd be back sooner than he thought.

THE END

Wally Goes to Hawaii

Page 1

There once was a town called FrostBerg, located on an iceberg somewhere between the North and South Pole. It is a beautiful Winter day there. 

Page 2

The penguins are outside skating. Polar bears are enjoying their ICEEs and narwhales are skiing down the various slopes.
Page 3
There is only one animal not joining in on their Winter fun: Wally the Walrus.

Page 4

Wally has never liked the cold. He prefers to go home to his igloo and relax in his bundle of blankets reading a good book.
Part 5
He enjoyed being able to water plants in his green house. The ice and snow just wasn't the life for him, trust me, he tried.

Page 6

Sledding was never really his thing.

Page 7

Peppermint mochas just burned his tongue.

Page 8

Snow kept getting caught in his mustache, and his lips got cold.

Page 9

Eventually, the animals of Frostberg stopped inviting him to play. He just couldn't be part of their Winter fun.

Page 10

One day, he meet with Morris the Moose, Frostberg's local travel agent. Wally meet with him to discuss where he would like to go this year.

Page 11

"Where would you like to travel?" Morris the Moose asked.

"Where can I go?" 

"Anywhere, from the highest peaks to the lowest of trenches. Anything particular in mind?"

"Just someplace warm." Wally replied. He hates the Winter weather of his hometown. 

Page 12

"I think I have just the place in mind." the agent replied with a smile.

Page 13

When Wally stepped off the plane, it was like an whole new world was opened up to him. There were palm trees and beaches everywhere.
Page 14

He went to his new hut on the beach, and laid in his hammock sunbathing. He pulled out his map, and decided to explore the island.
Page 16
He took a walk on one of the trials, and found that Hawaii had plants he had never gotten to see in the Artic! The entire island was covered in the brightly colored tropical fruits.
Page 17
At the end of the trial were several shops that scattered the beach. One vendor offered him a mango-pineapple smoothie. He didn't really know what either of those things were, but he was open to trying anything (but peppermint mochas, those are gross).
Page 18
He was surprised to find that he liked it! It was very sweet, and was different from anything that he had tried at home.
Page 19
He went up to the local surf shop, and bought a surfboard. He ended up getting to try some free surfinglessons. At first, he stumbled, but he quickly improved.
Page 20
Eventually, he was surfing like one of the pros. He shredded some sick waves until the sun went down.
Page 21
There was a luau on the beach that night. The place was lit up with hundreds of lights, and he could hear music all the way from the ocean.
Page 22
He decided to join them. Apparently, Wally is quiet the life of the party, and he is crazy good at limbo.
Page 23
Once the night was done, Wally came back to his hut and got some much needed rest. he had such a busy day, and he was looking forward to the rest of his trip.
Page 24
Before Wally knew it, his stay in Hawaii was over. He had to say goodbye to his newfound friends, but it was time for him to go home.
Page 25
Wally realized where hishome was, and realized he'd be back sooner than he thought.

THE END


I would love to have a graphic designer to illustrate this.

Author's Bio

The writer is Chad Myers, and this is the first book he has written for children. He lives in Springfield, MO with his parents and his sister, Kayley. He's planning on going to go into the medical field someday, or perhaps a career in writing. He has an affinity for gardening, and loves to read mysteries and science fiction novels in his spare time.

*totally Chad Myers

Frightful's Daughter

Title: Frightful's Daughter
Author: Jean George
The author's bio says that she also wrote My Side of the Mountain and is the author of over eighty books. She lives in Chappaqia, New York, and has an African gray parrot.
The cover is of a pair of falcons flying across the horizon, with a forest beneath them and mountains in the background.
Characters: Oski, Frightful, her brothers, the falcon thief, Sam Gribley, a goshawk, Falco, and Chip.
The setting is a mountainous forest, on the outskirts of a city.
Frightful's siblings are taken by a falcon thief, and she is left alone. With the help of a boy named Sam, she learns what she needs to do in order to survive. At the end of the story, she has a child of her own, but raises it in the forest instead of migrating.
The book:
has animals as characters
doesn't rhyme
doesn't teach a lesson of some kind
doesn't have monsters or creatures
Has both kids and adults as characters
doesn't use humor
has illustrations
uses color
doesn't use photos
has a sentimental/lovely tone
has lots of words per page
has one phrase repeated throughout "Oski did things her own way"

The most interesting sentence in the book was "The open skies and river courses, the vast seacoasts and high alpine tundras, were her's not the forest's"

I think this book would be better for 6-8 year olds, as it uses some tougher vocabulary that I think younger children wouldn't understand,a  and has a substantial amount of text.
I don't think I would have liked this book as a kid, because I was more into books that contained adventures and discoveries, not really the sentimental  values that were put into a book such as this.