So new blog. The new blog is the same name as this on used to be.. Wanted to redesign some stuff but i like this format so im keeping it for the older stuff/ :)
Link here: silenceofexpression.blogspot.com
Thanks :)
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
IMMM BAACKKKKKK
As he crawls out of the closet he was apparently trapped in for months at a time, Ben realized he is a writer and other people exist and hes not quite positive hows he been alive without food and water for months and never went the bathroom BUT NO MATTER. I have made my return and not kiddingly like the other times IM REALLY GONNA do it. Ok doubt me I hear the laughter and jokes. I am serious this time though. Shutup its going to happen. Now that were done having a conversation down to business.
Ill bring ya up to speed on my life. I grew, im like 6'5" now. Once I started being dedicated to the gym (I signed up for the gym for those who don't know this) I will basically be the incredible hulk.. just not green, thats not really my color. Im into the blue thing. My eyes are blue for those who also lacked that knowledge. I mean like super blue, I flaunt them to pick up women. Ahh, rather young ladies. As woman sounds older and im not into cougars. Let see Im not a part time electrician apprentice as well as a part time lamestop (gamestop for those who dont get the reference) game advisor and a full time voluntary preacher. Woo Im fancy huh? Yes Life is the grandest of the grand.
My writing. I haven't touched a pad of paper of keyboard with the intention of documenting anything since my last post and even that was whimsical and spur of the moment. (like me running off to grab a mountain dew at this second cause I am thirsty!.. hold that thought....OK I have returned) I still don't believe in spell checking as Im sure ive made lots of mistakes already. So For the first few weeks I will probably not be as awesome as I could be, but I will warm up and return to that mediocre writer I was as child. I bring emotion and tears to your eyes. So all I can really say is enjoy folks. Strap on a seatbelt and put on some low deep bassy techno because I personally believe it should be being played in the background at all times.
~BMW (what initials almost are)
~BMH (Benjamin to the Matthew to the Hurley)
Ill bring ya up to speed on my life. I grew, im like 6'5" now. Once I started being dedicated to the gym (I signed up for the gym for those who don't know this) I will basically be the incredible hulk.. just not green, thats not really my color. Im into the blue thing. My eyes are blue for those who also lacked that knowledge. I mean like super blue, I flaunt them to pick up women. Ahh, rather young ladies. As woman sounds older and im not into cougars. Let see Im not a part time electrician apprentice as well as a part time lamestop (gamestop for those who dont get the reference) game advisor and a full time voluntary preacher. Woo Im fancy huh? Yes Life is the grandest of the grand.
My writing. I haven't touched a pad of paper of keyboard with the intention of documenting anything since my last post and even that was whimsical and spur of the moment. (like me running off to grab a mountain dew at this second cause I am thirsty!.. hold that thought....OK I have returned) I still don't believe in spell checking as Im sure ive made lots of mistakes already. So For the first few weeks I will probably not be as awesome as I could be, but I will warm up and return to that mediocre writer I was as child. I bring emotion and tears to your eyes. So all I can really say is enjoy folks. Strap on a seatbelt and put on some low deep bassy techno because I personally believe it should be being played in the background at all times.
~BMW (what initials almost are)
~BMH (Benjamin to the Matthew to the Hurley)
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Bam!
Guess whos back back back, back again gain gain. I am back back back go tell a friend. Yooooo. Man I have not written anything. Atleast anything worth reading in a longggggggggg time. I do apologize for my lack of effort. Life truly gets in the way of everything!!
To tell you this isn't true.. well it would be a lie. Roughly seven years ago I broke the first bone I ever broke in my body. It all satrted one weekend my uncle came up to my grandparents place in Gunstock New Hampshire. So he bring up his mini bike.. pocket bike some call it. I call it the demonized toy from the depths of a firey pit, but besides the point, he bring it up and this time im not the 6'5" behometh I am now and actually fit on the thing. Not even kidding ten seconds after he takes it out he hops on to ride up the hill to the little culdacec at the top and then circle around and come back. Jokingly as a high-spirited excited to see his uncle twelve year old I chase him (with no hope of ever catching him) about halfway up the hill. He starts to come back down the hill but like right behind me maybe fifteen feet or so. Once again being the stupid twelve year old I was, I ran over to the other side of the road, ofcourse wonderfully timed as he did the same so he wouldn't hit me. This led to him yes, hitting me. Less of a hit and more of a run over the back of my left foot breaking the third metatarsul bone in my left foot. For those of you that dont know, its the middle toe, like the first bone inside the foot where the toe ends and badly spraining my ankle and brusing another bone.
At the time of the hit, none of the information I just told you was known. I instantly tried to stand up and did fine, for about thrity milliseconds then fell back down and cue the waterworks. My dad came running out cause he does acutally love me popular to contrary belief and he carries me inside. I sit on the couch and mow down some much needed doritos watching spongebob, remember I was twelve at the time so that entertained me... yes yes it still does now. The pain wasn't aleviating and after hopping on one foot to pee I was going to have to go to the *gulp* hospital. It was the most seemless hospital experience ever. They just took some x-rays, gave me some crutches, a BUTLOAD of ace bandage to keep it tight and told me to visit an orthopedic place to get it casted it up and such.
This began my long road to recovery. I thought it couldnt get any worse but surely, it did. Ironically during one of my visits to the orthopedic place they had a fire alarm go off and I hobbled out of the building with crutches, it was all very comedic. The worst part by far though was when the set the bone. They stuck me in this room with one of those beds that are slightly classier than your basic doctor has. It had a little bit of cushion to it thank god. They put me on this bed and in and all around the broken bone they injected seven maybe eight shots of novicaine. Oh, but it gets worse. They proceed to grab the broken toe and hold my entire leg in the hair for ten minutes to get the bone to pull out. I was forced into tears from the pain I was going through. It was by and far the worst I've ever experienced in my life. In the end though everything healed fine and now peculiarly enough my left foot is bigger than my right go figure. Anyways thats my long story about my first and only broken bone.
Hope you enjoyed and yeah I'll get back into my sappy love writing soon enough. I've actually done quite a bit of handwriting so I'll type of that and anyone who still reads or happens to fall upon this can read. Have a good day everybody. NIGHT!
To tell you this isn't true.. well it would be a lie. Roughly seven years ago I broke the first bone I ever broke in my body. It all satrted one weekend my uncle came up to my grandparents place in Gunstock New Hampshire. So he bring up his mini bike.. pocket bike some call it. I call it the demonized toy from the depths of a firey pit, but besides the point, he bring it up and this time im not the 6'5" behometh I am now and actually fit on the thing. Not even kidding ten seconds after he takes it out he hops on to ride up the hill to the little culdacec at the top and then circle around and come back. Jokingly as a high-spirited excited to see his uncle twelve year old I chase him (with no hope of ever catching him) about halfway up the hill. He starts to come back down the hill but like right behind me maybe fifteen feet or so. Once again being the stupid twelve year old I was, I ran over to the other side of the road, ofcourse wonderfully timed as he did the same so he wouldn't hit me. This led to him yes, hitting me. Less of a hit and more of a run over the back of my left foot breaking the third metatarsul bone in my left foot. For those of you that dont know, its the middle toe, like the first bone inside the foot where the toe ends and badly spraining my ankle and brusing another bone.
At the time of the hit, none of the information I just told you was known. I instantly tried to stand up and did fine, for about thrity milliseconds then fell back down and cue the waterworks. My dad came running out cause he does acutally love me popular to contrary belief and he carries me inside. I sit on the couch and mow down some much needed doritos watching spongebob, remember I was twelve at the time so that entertained me... yes yes it still does now. The pain wasn't aleviating and after hopping on one foot to pee I was going to have to go to the *gulp* hospital. It was the most seemless hospital experience ever. They just took some x-rays, gave me some crutches, a BUTLOAD of ace bandage to keep it tight and told me to visit an orthopedic place to get it casted it up and such.
This began my long road to recovery. I thought it couldnt get any worse but surely, it did. Ironically during one of my visits to the orthopedic place they had a fire alarm go off and I hobbled out of the building with crutches, it was all very comedic. The worst part by far though was when the set the bone. They stuck me in this room with one of those beds that are slightly classier than your basic doctor has. It had a little bit of cushion to it thank god. They put me on this bed and in and all around the broken bone they injected seven maybe eight shots of novicaine. Oh, but it gets worse. They proceed to grab the broken toe and hold my entire leg in the hair for ten minutes to get the bone to pull out. I was forced into tears from the pain I was going through. It was by and far the worst I've ever experienced in my life. In the end though everything healed fine and now peculiarly enough my left foot is bigger than my right go figure. Anyways thats my long story about my first and only broken bone.
Hope you enjoyed and yeah I'll get back into my sappy love writing soon enough. I've actually done quite a bit of handwriting so I'll type of that and anyone who still reads or happens to fall upon this can read. Have a good day everybody. NIGHT!
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