Oh I love my Juab High School

Man oh man I am on one tonight ladies and gents. Lets talk about pride and what It means to have some. We are all born to a spot that we come to call home. It seems as though a hometown means something to everyone at one point in ones life but an interesting thing happens once you hit high school. Your hometown either becomes something your proud of or ashamed of. I am from a little town called Nephi in Juab county. Throughout high school I took pride in being and becoming a Juab Wasp. Now I know that was not the case for everyone tons of kids just didn't like the small town atmosphere and that is okay! What I am not okay with is the kids who use that small town atmosphere as a outlet to blame their problems on it. Just in the past few days I have heard phrases like that "stupid Juab causes all this drama" or "Damn Juab only cares about your last name" or my favorite "some kids love it there (Juab) because their daddy owns the school". COME ON PEOPLE!! how stupid can we get. Lets blame an entire community full of honest good working people on rumors or big mean things one or two people have said about you. What I learned about living in a small town is that words spread fast and rumors will start but in my eighteen years of life living in that town almost every rumor I ever heard was backed by a ton of truth. I am not saying that it is a good thing but if you are so concerned about being free from drama then check your own actions before bashing the name of a place people care about. oh and about the name game let me explain it the best way I have ever heard it. A kid on my baseball team once yelled at my coach  "you just play the name game" to which coach Nielsen replied "damn straight! everyone one of you have a name and I'll put in the name that plays the best" that's the point of a name isn't it? If you think that your name is not good enough to get the respect from a coach or teacher then make a name for yourself! Thats the reason you have one! If your dog, mom, brother, sister, aunt's twice removed step son put a bad mark on your last name then spend your life trying to erase it! And finally "your daddy owns the school" Give me a break! I know who your talking about here. Mr. Robbins is by far the most fair and level headed guys I have ever met. He has gone well above his call as an educator and gives equal and fair opportunity to all of his students especially his own son. Before you speak bad about a place and the people I love please look at your own life and your own bad feelings and see how you can change the person in the mirror. oh and hey remember I think your pretty neat.

Lets put value to nothing

This blog was created for nights like these. Nights when its one in the morning and I have to get up at seven. Its nights where it feels like every thought I've ever thought seem to surface from my subconscious. Filing through the endless meaninglessness brain waves one memory at a time I stumbled upon my subject for this evening. "Worthlessness". You know if you say a word multiple times it seems to lose its meaning but if the word is "worthless" it has no meaning to begin with. Sure you could say well it means to be worth less then something else but if something is worth less then nothing then define how "worthless" nothing is. I know what I am trying to portray probably makes no sense and your probably staring at this computer screen saying "wow Kelton that was deep". Well don't fret my friends it makes sense in my mind and that's all that matters because honestly only three people have read this blog so for all intensive proposes this is for me to keep my sanity. Well back to the topic. I started thinking tonight about looking at worth from a different perspective. What if instead of trying to find my personal worth I start today searching for my worthlessness. To understand this let me explain it this way. In the movie "its a wonderful life" good ol' George Bailey is shown by an angel how awful everyone's life would have been if George was never born. Then at the end George realizes how great he is and he rings a bell angel gets his wings blah blah blah...... Its a very touching story but in all honesty would their lives have been that different. I mean how can you miss what you never knew you had. Unborn George had no worth so since George was nothing he was worthless. The world has us believe that money gives us worth but if we look at money its just fancy paper and worth seems to go out the window. If we start measuring our lives with worthlessness we can humble ourselves from the confusion of worth. Everyone who is born to this earth at some point thinks that they are worth something to someone and that is true but then we spend our whole lives trying to prove our worth. If we lived knowing that we are worthless and replaceable and at any moment we can be taken from this earth it puts things into perspective. We need not prove our worth but disprove our worthlessness. Let us all strive to become something to miss even if we were never meant to be missed. So ring that bell George and remember I think your pretty neat.

Dont you ever grow up

Still living like a kid with Tanner, Kellon, and Teven at warped tour!

A strange thing happened to me last night...... I think I grew up. I walked into snow colleges Hollywood dance so ready to get krunk and to show up every white kid in the room with my sick dance moves, but I was overcome with possessive dark adult spirit. Normally I would look at a sea of people on the dance floor  and map out where I could bust a move, but last night was different. I looked at a small crowd of people huddled together in groups of four or five people all trying to impress one another by seeing which one could jump the highest or shove the hardest. I watched as "grown adults" ranging from eighteen to twenty six years old, act like complete children. As I escorted my date to the dance floor something inside me changed. Just a year ago if there was a dance within twenty miles of my body at any point then you could have guaranteed I would have been there. But as I stood there unable to unleash my inner black street dancer I just wanted to leave. So me and Jessica (my wonderful girlfriend) went back to her apartment and watched youtube videos and then I went home and feel asleep to the evening news on my laptop. It wasnt till this morning that it all hit me at once, I am honestly one mustache away from being my father!  Now don't get me wrong I love my dad he is the hairiest best guy I know, but I don't think I am quite ready to be an adult. What on earth could have changed so quickly inside of me? I would love to say that last night I was off my game and i'll be better come time next dance rolls along but I honestly don't think I will. Being crunched between two sweaty three hundred pound Tongan football players use to sound like a ton of fun but now I would much rather not be covered in other people nasty body water. So have I let down my inner kid? I hope I haven't cause you see when I was a kid everything was fun. My favorite thing to do was build mud volcanoes in the back yard under my tramp. I use to have so much imagination but as the years have passed my adult brain has suppressed the part of me that just wants to be kid. I know that the number to my body requires new responsibilities but I don't think that means I have to let go of the things that use to bring me such happiness. If dances no longer are a fun thing for me to go to then i'm ok with that but what I am not ok with is losing everything I use to love to do. As an adult I hope that all of us can hold onto a little piece of the kid we use to be. Let the inner kid direct you on your quest for fun. Live young and wild and free, and remember I think your pretty neat

We like sports and we don't care who knows

In one of my favorite classes I have ever taken I learned this simple lesson. "Sports are a reflection of our society" That is a statement that needs to be tattooed into every human beings mind! As I sat watching tonight's basketball game against USU eastern I reflected upon how big of an impact sports has had on my life. From as long ago as I can remember I was playing baseball with neighbors out at the "bowl" in my back yard or playing tackle football before school and getting sent to the principals office for doing so. It is easy for me to say that some of my best memories have come from the field, court, diamond and  mat. Unfortunately I have had some of my least favorite memories from those same playing fields. Like the time I got cut from the 7th grade basketball team (Brough's were not meant to play basketball..... its a fact of life) or the multiple times getting yelled at and being told that I am worthless and will never be any good. I have seen sports push people to the limits of success and the limits of failure. It makes me wonder why its so different for everybody. I have a couple of theories as to explain the diversity. For me it was as simple as choosing the right sport. Football was and still is a game that was created from and for the heart I was born with. Every aspect about it made me fall in love the game. There are usually words to describe how a person feels, but when talking about football, for me those words haven't been invented yet. I played outside linebacker and was a team captain my Sr. year of high school. Looking back on those times now I realize how lucky I was to even have the chance to touch the field. Football brought me to the limits I mentioned before but my success wasn't defined by a scoreboard but by the happiness I felt just playing the game. Now I know that I kinda just got off on a creepy tangent talking about how much I love a game but I just wanted you to know football is pretty awesome! I know not everyone felt the same way about football as I did. Some kids on the team really loved basketball or baseball or wrestling and they didn't put forth the same effort they would have in their respected sports. In my opinion if your not going to give all you have for the sake of the team then you for the sake of the team you shouldn't play. I honestly believe that reason why some kids fail in sports is because they are always putting their passion into something that is always a day away.  My second theory is that a coach has more power and responsibility then they can ever realize. In my sport days I went through way too many awful coaches. I would like to focus on baseball for this theory. Baseball is Americas greatest pass time. It has had moments that have almost stopped the world from turning. Baseball in its purest sense is a wonderful wonderful sport. BUT........ after little league I learned to hate baseball more than anything I have ever been a part of. I had coaches that would make us practice for hours in the hot sun. I had coaches that told me I suck. I had coaches that would get so involved with winning that having fun was no longer achievable.  It makes me sick to think that if maybe I had better coaches I wouldn't have the bitterness and resentment towards the game of baseball. I just hope that we all can step back for a second and realize the true reason sports exists. They are there to build up youth and to have fun. They are there to put a smile on our face and help escape from the real world for a minute. As a society let us not get over dramatic and crazy about things that are just meant to make us better. Lets just play this game life the best we can because that's all anyone can ask. Thanks for reading, and remember I think your pretty neat.

May I bother you for the time?

Time has always been one of those things I have been fascinated by. We either have too much or too little but timing never seems to be right. Lately I have been wondering if I am ever going to be able to use this time I was given for good. I have been wondering how much time have i wasted and about how much time is left. I believe we are all living on borrowed time. I cant imagine living life thinking that  it doesn't mater what I do with my time. I know that I was given these seconds, minutes, hours, months, and years by God and at the end of it all I would hate to have to return a single unused second I have been given. This leads me to my second point. How much of my time have I wasted? Well the numbers may be sickening and sad but I have added up my total time on Netflix this semester and lets just say that's time I wish I could have back. This is an extremely important lesson to learn if you are a college student. Netflix is the devil and is the enemy to all homework you should be doing! I just want to know that I wont regret time wasted. I just want to look back and call it time well wasted.  I'm definitely going to use my time more wisely so don't think i'm becoming an advocate for wasting time. Finally I would just like to talk about the time we all have left. From second we are born we are moving closer to death. As you read this your life's clock is slowly ticking away. I plan on having a separate post on death (just because I think its interesting as well) but death and time seem to go hand and hand. When we die does our clock stop ticking or do we put on a new watch? I don't know when I will die but i'm not really afraid of it. Because what little I do know about time doesn't scare me.  When it is my time to go it will be all mine and no one else can take that from me. It makes me wonder if in some way we choose every type of time even up to the time you leave this earth. Time is relative. The time is all yours!
Be safe, live long, and remember i think your pretty neat

Well..... Hello

It seems crazy to add yet another time wasting, brain numbing social media site to display my personal life on, but strangely enough I feel like it is something I have to do. I must first off apologize for any grammar and or spelling mistakes. I really want to blame my lack of ability to construct perfectly structured words and sentences on my dad but I don't think genetics works quite that way (and  I should know I pulled a B out of Mr. Stevens 1010 biology class last semester BOO YAAAA!). Well before I get too off topic let me return to the reason why I started this blog. Blogging has and probably always will be the only thing women will ever be better then men at. haha I'm just messing around women will probably dominate child birth forever to.  I decided to build this blog because I feel as though I'm writing a history every day that's going to go unread. I know for older generations they can not see why my generation is so fascinated with posting, hash tagging, and tweeting about their personal lives. This concept use to only be achieved through paper and pen and written into a thing I think they called "journals".  Weird I know, but I am going to let you in on a little secret I AM STUPID! You are! We all are!  We are all just passing time until we do the next dumb thing that posses us to write, post, hash tag, tweet whatever we are feeling or "what is on our mind". I have created this blog for those who need a guide book to be prevented from doing some of the same dumb things I have done. Now I am not saying that this blog will be all about the bad and I am sure as heck not going to pretend like I have any better life experiences than you do. What I am saying is with this history I write you read it to better understand me and if what you read helps in anyway then this blog has served its propose. To all who read just promise me this, don't get offended by what I say. Don't over analyze and draw conclusions, save all that stuff for when I am dead and my blog becomes a world famous book that all students from around the world are required to read. Well This is it for round one. I cant wait to blow your minds with my insight tomorrow. Smile, life isn't that bad,  and I think your pretty neat.