Three days until school starts and I’m tying to live it up. Okay, I’m mostly sleeping. Last night I went with Philip W., Phillip Paterson, Jonathan, John David, Cody and Mason to Put-Put golf, Wendy’s and Wal-Mart where we filmed Jonathan touching people with a toilet brush. This morning I drove to the eye doctor to pick up my glasses. I’m having trouble adjusting but now I can read street signs.

This is Clayton’s wheel of logic

Where I spin

And you get mad

Dating, that oh so controversial subject that we as home school students avoid like the plague and public school students set on a pedestal. Here in my limited experience I will dissertate about that which I know nothing about. A few tips a week should keep you wondering what I was saying, yet crawling back for more.

Common dating rejection and advice

1. The old “It’s not you it’s me.”(from her)

Wrong. It probably is you. On the flip side, girls, if it is him do you really think that he wants to hear that so you can walk away without hurting his feelings? It’s not just the thought that counts. If it is him tell him what was wrong so he doesn’t keep making the same mistake.

2. The ancient advice “Just be yourself “

The reason most people don’t act themselves is because they don’t know who they really are. The only suggestion I have because I really haven’t figured it all out myself, is to go someplace peaceful and think about yourself and who you are.

Next is to start a journal; it’s like talking to yourself yet not as weird. In this journal I suggest putting the things you are really thinking but don’t say. If you think about it, the things you think is really what your are. What you don’t say is just how you present yourself.

It has been almost four months since the people have heard my voice. I will not attempt to rebuild my audience.

I’ve been out of touch but here is a breakdown of my summer.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Just kidding. I went to Alabama to visit my relatives there, then took a quick side road to Tennessee to visit my old friend Josh Dobbs where I acquired a weight gym with which I have been using generously.

From where I stand it is 11 days until school start and 9 until Philp leaves for collage. I was thinking some of the home school guys could get together and throw a party so he will leave. (phil I will miss the hour long talks where we don’t say anything)

p.s. tell me if you think I should dabble in songs or stick to poetry

Here is a new prose

Life of leaves

Life, that swirling breeze of trapped leaves

And at times they float unwittingly

Into a brewing gale that sits ever on

The edge of familiarity

Brewing here in my pit of logic and emotions

That always seen to be at war

Surrounded by the granite and razor

Sharp walls of comfort and companionship

I wish to be held captive no more

Clawing desperately on the walls my

Protective pen, I will not give in

Suddenly you appear on the ledge

Beset by winds on the edge

Your smile beams radiance into my pit

Your hand tentatively reaches for the

Rope of my redemption

And with mounting confidence cast

The rope into my prison to secure

Around my heart

Clayton Brazier

I apologize profusely to all the disconcerted paying customers with great vigor. (big words.)  For I have been dragged to the neck in the muck and corruption of the public system. Here are my classes

A Day

1. Debate (The worst group ever.)

2. Oral Communications (The best class.)

3. Algebra 2 (The hardest.)

4. Basketball (I feel it speaks for it self.)

B Day

1. Physical science

2. World History (Sleepy time.)

3. English 10

4. Basketball

This is a prose-poem I wrote about my feelings in public school so don’t plagiarize it.

(If you do you are a complete looser.)

The Flower

I’m a flower that is fading, here today gone tomorrow. A wave in the ocean, mist on the wind. Somebody save me and keep me from falling. Sometimes we jump and hope we can fly.

Plummeting is easy. It’s getting up that’s hard. Fading is being alone in a crowed. Having no one to talk to although there are people all around. Trying desperately to fit in but the standards keep changing.

Don’t let me descend into a swirling breeze only to be transplanted into a meadow of dandelions.

Clayton Brazier.

1-16-06

Quotes of the entry:

History does not teach fatalism.  There are moments when the will of a handful of free men breaks through determinism and opens up new roads.  ~Charles de Gaulle


Freedom has its life in the hearts, the actions, the spirit of men and so it must be daily earned and refreshed - else like a flower cut from its life-giving roots, it will wither and die.  ~Dwight D. Eisenhower

What’s up peps in xanga land? I haven’t hand much time to post and still might not. Anyways it final I’m going to pubic school and am going to need your prayers. I will go in knowing 6 people Travis Mcolum, my cousin Cody, 2 sisters (the third is going to be at the elementary school) and Jill Lembal. Going to Alabama for Christmas, my cousin Justin is getting married tomorrow and I’m starting school Jan. 2 so I will be pretty busy. Maybe you all could give some advice on dating and how to deal with the pier pressure to date in public school.

Over and out-Clayton