he’s always after me in the most unconventional ways.
i must stay alert even if i have to hold my pee.
i’ll consider a change when im ready but my mind has been held prisoner.
who will save me.
who will change me.
will it be me or you?
~ keep it all smiles
I never thought that I would be a blogger… at least this long.
It was always something I wanted to do because I enjoy writing and was always intrigued with the fact that I can share my opinion online and people will actually read it.
When I was younger I used to want to be a “professional blogger,” which I tried my hardest to accomplish. I think at the time it was mainly because I wanted money, but what fueled my ambition the most was that I had to create the product for the reader.
I was 16 years old when this site was created and my first post dealt with various types of poop. You can read it here. If you didn’t click the link than I will tell you that my first post was basically a list of goofy names given to various pooping scenarios such as “King Poop,” which is that big block of poop that you push out after eating Fourth of July BBQ all day.
From my first post to this one, I have wrote many stories ranging from life experiences, failed relationships, poetry, my opinions on technology, and when I started smoking weed, a category dedicated to my high thoughts.
My original idea behind this site was to create content that would “Explode” in your face and I think I somewhat did that. I haven’t been much of a blogger lately, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my Google Keep notes writing rhymes or on ableton live producing music. I can say that I need to pick this back up because the joy of brainstorming to find the write words brightens my day and encourages me to strive for me. (I don’t like any of these words I chose for that last sentence lol)
So here we are, 10 years later at the ripe age of 25. I’m glad I was able to keep up this hobby, even when I lost motivation and wouldn’t even type wordpress.com in my browser. I’m not the best blogger, nor do I consider myself the best writer, but at the end of the day its the fact that I had a goal in my mind and I went after it. I may have not became that famous blogger who got to sit in the house all day typing away at his keyboard, but I did become a better writing in my own way of doing things.
~ keep it all smiles
I have such a tough time writing that when I get so flusters at the idea that I’m trying to transfer to my laptop screen, I end up deleting it all and start talking about weird shit. That never really turns out good becasue… well you know, Its just some oddball character crap and people are like, “What in the flying fuck is this kid talking about again?” Truthfully, I’m just another dude on the internet with a blog that gets maybe one or two views per day.
Y’all know I’ve been running this blog ever since 2010? This site is very unsucessful, but I’ll keep trying and maybe one day it will get somewhere.
~ Keep it all smiles
So I was supposed to do this two days ago but for some reason the blogging 101 emails are going to another folder in my gmail. I found them so now its time to catch up! lol
Well folks, Hello!
My name is Jamil and I world like to welcome you to exploding rock. I’ve been blogging since 2010 and I love it. I have a long archive of weird stuff I have said over the years for you to look over if you wish. If you are a new or old reader, you will see that I talk about lots of things. I can’t just try to dumb it down to one thing because there is so much in the world I am interested in.
You will find everything from personal blogpost, funny videos I have found on the internet, skateboarding news, a little tech news, some poetry, and anything else I like in life. The reason why I choose to publicly blog about whats going on with me is becasue there are many other people in the world that can relate to my problems. I remember a few years ago I had some depressing post on my blog from when I got out of a bad break up. Someone that actually went through the same stuff came through on my comments making sure I was okay and shot me over some advice. He was a stranger, someone I have never met before, but he wanted to help.
This blog has shown me a lot over the years. Blogging has helped me become a better writer, although I have mess ups here and there. Writing on here has also gave me the confidence to to go out and find writing gigs. Not only do I write here but I write for a tech site called Android Headlines. Thanks to wordpress and the little home on the internet that they gave me, I can express how I feel and voice my opinions with other people who can relate and have some words to share.
It never was about the money, the hits, or anything else blogging can offer. All I wanted to do when I started was create a website with rich content for people to enjoy. I’m always hit and miss on here but hey, who said I was perfect?
~ Keep it all smiles
For the record, I am Santa Claus. I’m not fat with a white beard wearing all red so you can shoot me, but a skinny brown man with an afro. Doesn’t really fit the picture of Santa does it?
Any who, I’ve become frustrated with life again. NO this isn’t some sappy ass suicide note. I mean, I never really understood suicide. The world makes you mad and then you turn around and kill your self… sounds counter intuitive. I also never understood why people want to shoot up school and random public areas. Sounds unsatisfying.
My idea of justice is bringing all of the people in the world together and coming as one. But will that ever happen? hmm, probably not but when I get stuck in these types of thoughts I think back to what my flamboyant ass full tier supervisor at work says to me, “Here you come with some more bullshit!”
Now I personally don’t think its bullshit when I begin to reach out and grab the unknown, only to watch it fade away as it falls through the depths of this atmosphere. Its really just me being… ME.
As McSwain has sad multiple times to me, I just talk a lot of bullshit.
Well guess what? I’m tired of people coming at me with bullshit because what I preach about is how this damn world should really work. We need democratic socialism. We need equality. We need to help the poor and feed the needy. We really need to act like Jesus. Whats funny is that half of America loves and praises Jesus Christ but when we get a Democratic socialist like Bernie Sanders running for office y’all act like the Bible is nonexistent.
Now does it sound like I’m talking a lot of bullshit now?
I certainly do not think so but if you do go ahead and comment that so I can delete it like the petty ass nigga I am. haha!
I remember the day as if it were yesterday. What is it? Better yet what the hell is an “is?” Can we is? Before I get too side tracked on this “ising” aspect, I remember the day when Mr. Wixom walked through the door. He walked in standing tall with a clean shaven head and an atomic wedgie from hell. Just as another terrible human being from this hellish society, I began to judge him, thinking of him as a weirdo and quietly making fun of him in my head. He was dead silent when he walked into the class room, only making occasional heavy breathing noise’s. The eerie silence went on for a good 5 minutes before it was broken by a slightly deep, smooth, and clear radio reporter voice. I was shocked; while making fun of him in my head, I envisioned him having one of those obese fat guy voices. I was dead wrong.
I don’t want to sound like some weirdo, but this man has a beautiful voice and a very astounding love for the English language. For an entire semester his teaching was relentless. He engaged the entire class into casual or argumentative conversations, drilled us on how we should refrain from passive words, and would occasionally slap himself on the wrist for using sexist language. His love for teaching English was rubbed deeply into my brain and is still sitting comfortable inside waiting for its time to shine. The art of writing is beautiful and was instilled by a man who not only can talk in a southern accent better than me, but who is still fuzzy on the whole “Good, Bad thing” (Ghost Buster joke).
I am glad that I took Mr. Wixoms class. He made me love writing. He has given me and entire new outlook on reading and writing, in which I plan to implement more into my life. I want to be the best, become a better writer and make my blog look incredible on the web. The enjoyment and fulfillment just doesn’t stop on this site, I hope to go farther and write for other sites and maybe even columns!
In the end, all of this enthusiasm and ego boost goes to this very weird man named Mr. Wixom. I thank him everyday for the knowledge he has passed down to me.
So what is a Wixom? Well it is just a name, but Mr. Wixom is a knowledgeable teacher with the powers of Obi Wan Kenobe and Master Splinter combined.
Ps, What is “ising?” Can we is? Here, I’ll “is” real quick…….
The End. 😀
Yeah, so now what?
Ya come this far in life and then you come across a post like this.
Well its simple my friends, when I speak you listen and when I listen you speak. There is nothing more here then just a non-finalized way of ending a bad conversation but when you don’t try your best to think about it you get caught up in all the bogus crap hipsters leave out in the road.
I like to sometimes look at everything as a trial and the time you go to bed is the tribulations. I got a funny story to tell that has to do with trials and tribulations but its to long to explain. The point is that when you got one thing to do and you get side tracked, then things get really messy. Like right now.
I would like to think I am sounding smart but in all reality I am not. I am just wasting time as usually just spilling the beans of a worthless human who stands on top of a rolling piece of wood.
So in my English 101 class, we had to read a selection from a book written by Anne Lamott. Or at least I think it was from her book.
The selection my teacher had us read was entitled Shitty First Drafts. It pretty much was about how when any writer sits down to work on a project they have to write a shitty first draft. I really took that to heart when I read what Ms. Lamott wrote. It made me think about my blog and how all of my post are shitty first drafts. Even this one is a shitty first draft because I have no intention of going back and fixing any errors…unless I catch them skimming over it.
I always tell myself that I am a good writer but after the first 2 weeks of English I have come to the conclusion that I am not. There is just so much that I don’t know. I’m not sure if its from the 2 years of not taking English since high school or me just not actually knowing. I do see myself gradually growing and becoming a better writer. Hell, I like to do it, just not to the extent of dedicated writers who walk around with a journal 24/7.
Whether my writing is good or bad I still enjoy getting here on my blog and making post that people will occasionally like and comment. I really appreciate the people who like my post and even share their thoughts. It pleases me to know that I have a small crowd out there that is watching.
Well, I guess I’ll go back to being an internet junky. I may do a little homework.
ps. I went over this post and fixed some grammatical errors and re-worded a lot of stuff. My teacher is rubbing off on me.
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
So as I was walking down to the bad luck spot and dreading the fact that I was about to skate there, A genie popped out form behind the bushes by Subway and said “Hey! Its your lucky day! You have 3 wishes and I will grant them all today or spread out across your life” So in response I told her that I would like to use one today. She said “Well perfect! What shall your wish be?” I thought for a moment then said, “I want my own reading/book corner inside of a modern apt building in the highlands”. And with that we disappeared in a poof of smoke and ended up in the highlands in front of my new apt.
I opened the door and the first thing that was in front of me was a set of double doors that looked like they would be a closet. I slowly walked up to it and slightly opened the two doors peaking inside. I saw stairs that below the apt, so I swung the doors all the way open and briskly walked down stairs and entered to what appeared to be a library with a luxurious office desk. The walls were book shelves full of books. It looked as if I was in a library that you would see off the movies that are really big with the smart looking books on them….yeah SMART LOOKING. The carpet was a dark red and the desk was the color of red oak. On the desk was a brand new iMac and a few notebooks laying there with a quill placed on top. The chair was black and has a curve to the back of it. Behind the desk and chair was a huge LED flat screen shaped as a window. It gave a view of the front of the apt and would occasionally switch to the back.
The ceiling was decorated with quotes from famous authors. To add to all the amazing stuff found, there was a secret door that was behind one of the book shelves. You had to pull a book and the whole door would open revealing a spacious entertainment room and stairs that led back up to the rest of the apt. When I stepped back into the big library, I saw a sign above the door I came out of saying Comfy Corner.
If that really happened I would be pissin’ EVERYWHERE in excitement.
So I know there has to be at least one person who is a very well respected blogger who has taken a look at my blog to see how much of a fail it is. Just look at it, well at how I write. I try to make my self sounds smart when I’m just a simple guy with a mind full of ideas that would make people get there lazy american asses up and actually go cut the lawn. See did you get that? I don’t think you got it. But as I write this I see that when I blog I write down what is going on in my mind. Stuff that I say when I talk to my idiotic friends and teach them something new because they sho’ aint teaching me anything new!
I tried to be a nerd at a time because I thought of how cool it would be to make a rocket ship that would fly to the sun and see what was inside…. No I’m joking, I wanted to just be smart and be really awesome at computers so I could be that guy people would ask about how to do such and such on a computer. Plus the guys in them movies looked cool doing it, matter of fact they still do. I don’t care what y’all dumb retards who hate smart people gotta say. There’s a reason why there in the gifted class in your still in LD. How did you even get here to my site anyway? Was you trying to find away to better your self so you searched up some random stuff just to come across a blog that talks about random stuff? Go read a book.
Now I’m really no writer, I completely fail at it. Do you know how many times I walk up to my English teacher in class to ask her random questions like “Did I do this right?” Or “I’m not sure on what you just said 2 minutes ago”, and get this. I’m in English Honors. I know its CRAZY! English honors and not to bright in the writing field. You can go over my whole blog and find so many errors that I missed or what my spell checker missed. I don’t suck at spelling to much though, only the big words I have never heard of before tricks me up when I’m not paying attention….but back to what i was saying, I’m NOT A WRITER!!! I would like to think that but looking at what I read is like reading my own mind. My mind is really crazy/messed up.
Theres so many things that go on in my head I don’t know what to do. I guess I’ll just keep writing on here and have my on and off readers look at what I think of. Maybe one day I’ll get popular and people will like viewing my blog, but I doubt that.