Rosemary Edghill

I like your pen name even though I don't know what it means. It has a nice flow to it. 

I like how real you are in your posts. It's hard to truly put yourself out there for others to read.

I like how you talk about enjoying every moment that we have. Way too often I find myself living in the past or the future and forgetting to treasure each moment. 

Some of my favorite quotes:

"I wish I loved more like Farr loves Flood"

"I wish I could write poems so well that Nelson would grunt after every line"

"I felt alone yet I was surrounded by so many people"

"I'll be honest though, hearing such good words from other people kinda frustrates me because I want to be able to do that and get the mmm and uhhh from the crowd..."

"I really enjoy writing but I wish I was better at it and could write my thoughts down the way they are in my head"

"I've played soccer my whole life and I am going to miss it the day I stop playing"

"One of my favorite things to do is have deep conversations with people. I love to listen to people and what they have to say. I could talk for hours with someone about anything"

"I'm scared to graduate because I don't want to lose my friends"

"I'm scared to share my writing in class"

"I'm scared to reveal myself but I'm going to anyways"

Some of my favorite posts of yours:

So thanks Cheyenne, I really enjoyed reading your blog.

Reveal

I didn't imagine it going like this. I thought I would have these deep, inspiring posts and make it onto top 5 etc etc. That hope turned into too many late night Sunday posts, and I work better in the morning. Too many posts I was proud of, but hit delete instead of publish. I can't help feeling like I messed up an opportunity. Maybe I just wasn't ready to stop being a tourist. 

Ok so onto that reveal business:

•I didn't know how to tie a tie until I was 16

•My mom called me Pooh Bear until I was like 9

•I firmly believe the song Scream in High School Musical 3 is an acceptable pump up song.

•A lot of times I'm quiet around people I don't know very well(it's not because I don't like you, I just don't know what to say)

•I once tried going down the alpine bike jump but I crashed 3/4 of the way down the trail

•I thought my pen name was a good idea until I realized nobody knew who he was and I kept forgetting how to spell it

•Mario Party all-nighters are a blast until you run out of Dr. Pepper 

•I play lacrosse

•I love cheesy sports movies

•I play guitar

•At the moment, I don't have enough credits scheduled to graduate high school(Don't worry I'm working on it)

•I have no idea what I want to major in

•I moved to Utah last year from San Clemente, California 

•And I still don't know how to end things 

 

My name's Parker Adcock

Music

I honestly couldn't go a day without listening or playing music. So idk I'm just gonna list some songs off the top of my head: 

Love Yourself- Justin Bieber

Scars-James Bay

Comeback Kid- Brett Dennen

What Do You Mean(Acoustic)- Justin Bieber

Man In The Mirror- Wing

Sorry guys this is a really weak list

Because

The ultimate excuse in the ever supplied answer. "Why did you and your head through the wall?" "Because". A staple of most sentences, it may be the most used word in the English language. Which is a little sad compared to other more deserving can that's like love, thanks, please, know. Because is overused. We simply explain to much. We should never have to say I love you because...  

Actions speak louder than words, people. How about instead of telling somebody something, show them. It says a lot more.

Because of you I never strayed too far from the sidewalk- Kelly Clarkson

How to Underachieve on a Blog Post

Things I'm Afraid of

The dark

Clowns

Dolls

Scary movies

Failure

Getting a slap to the face instead of the doorstep scene

Mediocrity 

Mannequins

Regret

Hating my job

Fake people

Bald people(more of an intimidation thing)

Misspelled words 

Heights

Heights

I'm terrified of heights

Crazy people

Telling a bunch of people I don't really know that well all of my fears

Thoughts

(inspired by Nelson's Twitter post)

I actually look forward to a future desk job. Coming in each day, fixing problems, making money for my family. Maybe that makes me weird. But I feel like it'd be much more satisfying than what I'm being forced to do now.

Forced to do AP Stats homework even though I already know all the math I'll ever need in my life. 

Memorizing physics formulas even though I plan on becoming a lawyer and, frankly, physics doesn't interest me.

So yeah idk. I look forward to coming home to my wife and kids and being able to spend the days with them, instead of worrying if so and so likes me back or who I'm gonna ask to the next dance.

And I know that all of that comes with responsibilities and taxes and stuff but I think the good easily outweigh the bad.

Now I don't mean to say I want my teenage years gone. I want to enjoy them while they last. Even though high school should be nobody's peak, it's a fun time to not take yourself as seriously as you'll have to in the future. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not dreading the future. I just hope that as I'm nearing my 30th or 40th birthday, that I'm not looking back at my high school years and wishing I could go back.

Bricks

I miss the times when the only bricks I ever thought about were legos. And they were colorful. Blue, green, red, yellow. Not the boring old brown of the bricks used to build houses. Where I was carefree and not worrying about my tests and assignments due this week and my college application due in a month and practice and everything else. Bricks mean growing up. Getting a house. Being an adult. And I'm not sure that I'm ready to embrace any brick that isn't a lego.

Quote of the Week

"Our direction is more important than our speed" -Larry R. Lawrence 

Reality check

It was only when I started getting the emails that I realized that I'm not ready to graduate.

Robot

I don't feel like I'm a robot. I eat. I drink. I bleed. I cry(more than I'd like to admit). 

But I have a lot more in common with robots than I would think. 

I do the same thing almost every day.

I recharge every night.

I really don't know myself that well.

I'm constantly using electronic devices.

I act to please those above me.

I have a hard time expressing my feelings.

So no, I'm not a robot. But lately I've been catching myself feeling a lot more robotic than human.

I wasn't in love

Or at least I don't think I was. I'm not sure what love is, really. I thought I might have known at the time, but I must've been wrong. I think it could've been love, maybe. But it was over before it started and I was left longing with an empty heart and a broken friendship.

How to Be Creative:

Do VVhatever U w@nt.

Powerful Quote:

If you can't fly, Then Run

If you can't run, Then Walk

If you can't walk, Then Crawl

But whatever you do,

You have to keep moving forward

-Martin Luther King, Jr

Crayons

I don't know when I stopped using crayons. To be fair, I never used them a ton in the first place. I was more a colored pencil guy. 

But it's an interesting thought.

When and why do we abandon our crayons for our erasable pencils?

Is it because our elementary school teacher told us to?

I think it has to do with permanence. Crayons are almost impossible to erase. Ask any parent who's child drew over the walls when they were little. 

I think as we got older, we were more aware of what we made and we were aware that we made mistakes constantly. So instead of risking having something be eternally wrong, we use a pencil and then suddenly we can erase our mistakes.

Pencils are also much more precise than crayons are. When we were younger it was all about the main idea. The broader the idea, the more it can mean.  As we grow older, more precision is demanded of us and thus more of a need for pencils and less for crayons.

It's important to forget about precision every once in a while and just express our creativity without a fear of being wrong. I think that's why these blogs are so nice.

Change

I've gone through a lot of change in my life.
I've moved five times since fifth grade. 
But it's the last one that hurt the most.
I've moved so many times that if someone asked me what home is,
I'd have a hard time giving them a location. 

I said goodbye to almost every friend I had in one day.
That was a bad day. 
I remember one of my closest friends left town a week before I moved and I had to say goodbye to him at a high school soccer game.
I cried the full 30 minute drive home.
I went to school the first day without having a friend in the state.
I sat in my car and talked to an old friend on the phone during lunch.

Change sucks.
But it's great at the same time.

It was because of change that I learned that there are great people everywhere.
That life really is what you make of it.
That sometimes when you really feel like you can't succeed, you just have to put a fake smile on your face and try again. 

It was because of change that I realized that friends fade, but family is forever. 
That it's fine to want to tell a friend you can't do anything on a Friday night because you want to hang out with your family.

It was through the challenges of change that I developed a stronger testimony of my church's gospel.

It was because of change that I learned that home isn't your house.
It's not the building you've grown up in.
Home is where you're happy.
And Alpine, Utah is my new home.

Hats

Let's talk about hats.

I have a hat with cats.

If that doesn't sound like a Dr. Seuss book title, I don't know what does.

It's a five panel hat with pictures of cats all over it.

When I bought it, there was a tear in the leash-esque material in the back.

The lady at the register gave me $5 off because it was damaged.

I took it home and my dad stitched it up for me.

The interesting looks I got while wearing it were totally worth the $20.

Or let's talk about my brother's straw hat.

He left on his mission with strict instructions to not break it.

I wasn't there when he gave this warning.

So I took the straw hat boating and went surfing with it on.

And broke it. 

The hat is now in some dumpster somewhere because I had to get rid of the evidence.

Hopefully he doesn't remember it when he gets back.

Now I don't know why you guys would want to know any of this.

But I was told to write about hats.

Welcome.

Welcome to the page I hope to express my thoughts and clear my head.

I've lived an extremely privileged life,
So much that I feel guilty when I think about what I have compared to others.
When I think about times in the past that I have whined and pouted when I didn't get my way.
Because there are people who would kill to have what I have.
Yet I still find reasons to complain and feel sorry for myself.

If my upcoming posts feel like they have no rhyme or reason to them, it's because they won't.
The purpose for this blog is to be real and it wouldn't be real if I pretend that I have it all figured out.
Because I don't.
And if you do, props, because I have the feeling a lot of people are in the same boat as me.
But that's what high school is about, right?
Finding ourselves while we struggle to complete homework and study for tests and practice for our sport, all the while figuring out who we are going to the next dance with.

I took this class not because I'm this super creative writer, it's much the opposite.
I chose it because I have gotten into such a habit of analyzing a literary work and writing an essay about it, I wasn't sure if I even remembered how to write creatively anymore.
I want to find that creativity again.



So yeah.
I've never known how to end things.
I'm the person who just randomly disappears from conversation without saying anything.
I don't know what to say.
So I'll leave you guys with this picture of a sunrise.
Because who doesn't love a picture of a sunrise?