Conflict

I encountered a conflict with a family member when my little sister , Morgan, decided that she would mess with my food. I had a lovely box of chocolate chip poptarts stowed away on the highest shelf in my cabinet . Every morning I would look in there to see if they were still untouched and it seemed to me like they were so I just left them alone . One morning I was actually hungry for breakfast and thought that I should eat one of my poptarts . When I walked into the kitchen I saw Morgan with four of my poptarts on a plate , spreading Nutella all over them , just staring at me laughing . I looked in my poptarts hiding spot and all that was left was an empty box . I wanted to punch her in the face , but that would have been frowned upon. To cool down I went to my grandparents house next door and talked to them . Later that day , after school, I was still angry about the poptarts incedent , but I thought that I would be a little bit pleased when I got home because I still had pizza rolls in the fridge waiting to be eaten . But, when I looked in the freezer , they were gone too. My sister had a death wish that day . 

Change is a Good Thing

In this world there are many things in need of change. To pick only one seems like a crime . But , if I had to, I would choose to end all types of judgement and discrimination. It seems to me like people can not be happy with themselves without tearing others apart first . If someone does not fit society's idea of perfection they are ridiculed. If a woman can not fit a size zero pants , why does that deem her unbeautiful ? If a person does not think the same as another , why does that make them wrong and the other right ? If someone does not learn the same as others , why can't they live a successful life ? If someone loves another of the same sex , why can't they be happy? People are cruel in this way. Many are brought up thinking one-mindedly , with no room for any new opinions . If the world was ridded of these judgements and ways of discrimination I feel it would be a much better place . People might begin to accept eachother for who they are and throw hurtful opinions away . Without the fear of other people or some bearded man in the sky passing judgment upon others, maybe we could learn to live together in peace and realize how similar we are , despite our differences . 

Louisiana

If I had the chance to visit any place that I have never been before I would probably go to Louisiana . I have always been in love with it's cities and rich cultural background. I would love to walk the streets of New Orleans and listen to the jazz bands play and just talk to some of the people living there . I would also love to your some of the states old gravesites , since it has always interested me . The food in Louisiana has to be amazing too. I just think that it would be a pretty cool experience. 

Music > People

Music has always been a very important aspect of my life. Unlike people, music is always there for me to turn to. When my old friends came to the conclusion that I was too lame for them to associate with anymore , my iPod was there to counsel me. It became my therapist. When I was upset , Kurt, Krist , and Dave were there to help keep my mind busy and away from those thoughts. When I was angry Metallic was there with their heavy , room shaking music for me to scream and let off some steam to. When I was happy The Beatles were there to help keep my head and spirits high. When I just wanted to relax Jimi, Noel , and Mitch were there with some of their calming songs. I really do not know what I would do without my music. It helps me shut out the world and maintain a sane mind.

Money

If money was of no importance in this world, I would live out my life as a tattoo artist. I believe tattoos tell stories about the people they cover and to be able to help people express these stories would be amazing. I grew up around tattoo shops and artists because my father was always getting work done. When I was younger it used to be all the sketches and flipping posters that hung from the walls that caught my eye. I would sit there and look at everything I could get my hands on. As I got older, I became more fascinated with the whole process of transferring a design from paper to someone's skin. The fact that these artists get to use actual people as their canvases is astounding. They get to see hundreds of clients throughout their life and leave their mark on every single one of them.
I hope my choice in what I want to do will impact society. In this world we live in now tattoos and other body modifications are not widely accepted any professional setting. I would hope that my work would help open peoples eyes about the whole subject. I want to use my tattooing to show that not all people with tattoos are incapable of being decent people . 

Favorite Hobby

My favorite hobby has always been writing. When I was younger I used to sit down for hours at a time and just write away. I have stacks of old poems and short stories stuffed into every drawer in my dresser.  I never left the house without my favorite pen and a pad of paper. My goal in life used to be to become a best-selling author like James Patterson and Stephen King. I would write something, and then rewrite it, and again and again always looking for ways to improve. I have always been fascinated by how an author’s choice of words can affect a reader. I was once told that an author’s main purpose in writing is to evoke emotion; if their story cannot make the reader feel happy, excited , hurt, angry or even make them shed a tear , they have not done their job.  Sadly though, through the years I have lost touch with my imagination and I do not have the spare time to just sit down and write. Although I do not do it as often  it is still my favorite hobby and it always will be.

One Thing I Would Change

If I had to choose something from my past to change it would be the death of my cousin Cody. At the time of his death we were both only thirteen years old, so it had a great impact on me. Being so young I had this delusional preconceived notion that death was only for the old and the sick. His passing snapped me out of this . Seeing someone my own age laying in a casket scared me. I began to realize that just because I was young did not make me invincible. Death does not care about age. Changing his passing would have a favorable impact on my whole family. His death affected each of us in someway or another. For those who were close to Cody it tore them apart completely. I believe seeing him alive today would bring my family closer together once again, but sadly it is unrealistic to think that this tragedy could ever undo itself. I know this sounds cliché but I think everything happens for a reason.

Person I Value most

The person I value the most I have never met and I will never have the chance to meet him. Even though he died way before I was brought into this world he is still a huge inspiration to me . When nobody else was there for me John Lennon was . This may sound crazy to some people , but it is true . John's music has helped through a lot and for this reason I am thankful that I discovered him. He also taught me how to love myself for who I am. John stayed true to hisself and his beliefs no matter what society thought, and it takes a strong person to do that . Because of him I find it easier now to be myself without the fear of not being accepted . John was not accepted by many people but he still accomplished great things , so I can do the same . John Lennon is my idol and the person I value the most . 

My summer

One interesting thing I did this summer was go on a seven hour mudding trip with my older cousin and six other people. Every two people had their own Polaris to drive and the doors were taken off of most of them. We took off from my aunts farm at 11 and did not return back until around six. Half way into the trip we came across a horse trail and followed it all the way up to a little creek. When we got to the middle of the creek there was a stone tunnel you could drive through the water in. When we emerged out of the tunnel one of the guys with us lead us all to a huge mud hole. It had been raining for three days before this so the puddles were fairly deep. Of course, my cousin wanted to be the first Polaris to him them  so he stepped on the gas and we flew into one of the puddles on the side of this little hill. It was not a really good idea on his behalf because as soon as me hit it our wheel got stuck and we started tipping over. We were almost completely lying on our side when my cousin floored the gas again and we spun out of the hole. As we spun , my side of the Polaris hit a different puddle and covered me in dark brown.  I never thought mud would taste that nasty. All in all it was a fun day  , except for trying to pick dried mud out of my hair afterwards.

My Name

I blame cable for my name , seeing as though my parents came across Cheyenne after watching Renegade . I have yet to figure out why they liked it so much . I really do not like it , even though I am rarely ever called by the full thing . Ever since I can remember I have always been called Cheye. The rest of my name ventures off and only reappears when I do something wrong, until I start school of course. I had to get used to responding to Cheyenne, which is so strange to me . I do not feel like people are talking to me when they call the name nor do I think of myself when I say my full name outloud . I do not think it suits me . When I think of the name Cheyenne I think of someone uptight and prim ; I am nothing like this at all . If I had my way I would select and delete the last few letters of my name . I am not a Cheyenne , I am a Cheye . 

Number One Rule

I think everybody has a certain set of rules that they choose to abide by. One of my number one rules would be to take myself seriously. I believe that the way I present myself to others is very important. If I doubt myself and my abilities other people will begin to follow in my footsteps. I try to have a certain amount of confidence and drive to keep my self at my best. If I treat myself as a joke I will not get very far in life at all. Not taking myself seriously may also cause me to fail at something that I once wanted to accomplish. I might start downing myself and just not have the will to do anything anymore. How I see myself effects how others people may see me . If I cant take myself serious how can I expect anyone else to?