Passionality

I have a passion for Four-square. The smell of it, the design, the structure, the rubber. What is there to not love? Nothing is better than roundin' up the boys (and girls if ya got 'em) and just hitting a red, rubber ball into one another's square. Everybody needs a little hard-earned competitive fuel to get them going, and once you step in your cubic, designated square, it's all pure adrenaline and sweat from then on.
This also fortes into my other passion of making cocky, sons-of-guns, get humiliated by me. When I'm in the king square, I always aim for that stuck up fool in the standings and serve it right at his little toe. It usually is followed by a quick stumble, crash and then profanities, littering the surrounding air. Then I do an arm-chug, then sit in silence as he walks back to the end of the rather large line, amidst a spiraling defeat that you can tell is circling him like those birds that circle over your head when you get hit hard in the noggin.

Really?

I would love to say that all my posts are about me in the "real" world, but that would just be a bunch of bull [excuse the language (viewer discretion advised)]. Truth is, Fear and I never really tussled. In fact, all we ever did was play a quick game of Monopoly (let me tell you, he is darn good).
Also, I'm a totally jealous mess. I go green when somebody even looks at me who is wearing a hot chick around their arm, but whatever. I can get over it (but really, I can't....).
In real life, all I play is x-box, take showers and do homework for creative writing. I'm just a wee high school lad trying to find his way in this world by blogging his emotions because my grade is riding on me posting nonsense and you reading them.
So.... Enjoy (and if you don't enjoy it, blog about it. That's how this whole thing started).

embarrassMEnt

The most embarrassing thing that happens is when you spit out what you thought was the most original, funny, witty joke to your group of friends and they don't accept it. Not just reject it, but slam it back in your face with their cruel laughter. Aw man, that is the worst... I think... At least that's what my friends tell me. Of course I wouldn't know firsthand (I'm actually funny).

Going Green (Not for the Weak)

The most hurtful son-of-a-gun emotion out there (besides pain), is jealousy. This explosive emotion is what drives "high schoolers" to be so darn incapable of being rational.
That guy's clothes ARE nicer then yours, obviously! But it's what's on the inside that counts... Sheesh... And yes, wouldn't surprise me if his kidney is better than yours as well. Get over that too. Poor high school kids are so susceptible to the grasping hands of radical feelings. I'm a high school kid as well, but c'mon, jealousy is another way of stating that I'm uncomfortable looking in the mirror. Along with the very noticeable gap between you and that other guy, chalk another point for him for having self-esteem. Reject.

Stress-friends

Stress is that really annoying guy who won't stop following you and always wants to talk to you, even though you talked to him 3 minutes ago. It just talks to talk. Stress won't go away until you finally find a convincing disguise to alleviate his persistent ability to find you.
He always arrives at the worst time possible. It seems as though you're fighting with someone and are in mid-verbiage when he jumps on in and says, "Dude, you comin' to tennis practice today?"

... And a side of Dream

Every time a new fad has expressed itself among my brain (where I actually fancy the idea), it is not a part of me until that idea has passed initiation through a dream. Not like and aspiring dream to be a paleontologist when I grow up, but to have Mr. Sandman vacation to my slumber and bring me a movie to watch. Unless I have a dream about this "Fad," then I cannot claim to be apart of it.

Through this standard, I now write in waiting for the Zombie Apocalypse to take place (any day now), as professional auto-body repairman and as a time-lost 70's highway patrolman.

I'm still waiting for a dream to convert myself into getting a 4.0 this term, but it has not come yet, but the key is to have faith. "The dreams will come if they are meant for you" (St. Orm 4:6-10).

Who's Courage?

Courage is directly related to the amount found in your leader. As a sidekick, you don't speak for yourself, but both words and actions. It has been known throughout the history of the world that once a leader or commander has been overpowered, then the rest of his crew (however large) will crumble. And if it does hold on to some hint of life and manage to survive the ordeal, they will at least be in disarray unless a new leader is appointed fast.
Knowing this, choose your leader wisely. It is him/her who speaks for your congregation and whatever he gets you into, it now your problem. Therefore, your battles are those of your leaders courage.
Leaders have special abilities that come with the job, like +2 fortitude, +3 persuasion and a whopping +7 to diplomacy. Leaders have the power to imbue courage among his subjects, but also can take it away. It is there other actions that help them get more boosts to their stats.
A wise sidekick once said, "Make sure your top-dog knows all elements of the map and scenario. If you do this, then your party will be one that will lead to great fortune and vast experience."