Can you believe this?

Ok... it's not often that you get fabulous opportunities that you never expect.

After spending 12 hours finishing up the newspaper, Vince and I accompanied our advisor to the Muskogee Phoenix (the local paper) to give them our layout so they could have it printed. We were shown around and met the sports editor, Mike Kays. After telling him all we do, and letting him know I'm interested in working there this summer, he mentioned that he was trying to find someone who would go to Dallas to take pictures and write stories on the Red River Athletic Conference baseball tournament that our baseball team is involved in. Vince and I said we would do it, because it was in Dallas and I could stay at home for the trip. The only sticking point was taking my exams earlier than scheduled. Well the 4 of us talked about it further and decided to try to see if we could get it done.

That was Wednesday night. Fast forward to present.

Vince and I had to present the Baconian Online to the Board of Trustees, which is the people who "run" my school. Needless to say that went great, due to our fabulous wit and charm. Later on the new edition of the paper came out, so I took hem around campus. Well i ran into the president and vice president, and talked to them about our presentation, the new issue, and other things. The opportunity to shoot in Dallas came up, and both of them were very interested in hearing about it. The vice president is in charge of academic affairs, so it was up to him to decide if we could take exams early.

HE SAID IT WAS OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So May 1-4... I will be in Dallas, taking pictures and writing stories for the Muskogee Phoenix and.... GETTING PAID TO DO IT.

Yep... I will now be a paid publicized published (outside of school productions) journalist. I'm so happy right now... and I can't wait to do it. I get to go home, see my family, take pictures, get out of class early, write, have fun, drink 6 point beer, etc.

Today has been a GOOD DAY.

I'm finally doing something that makes me so happy, has so many opportunities, and I have alot of fun doing.

Wish me luck... this can lead to further assignments, and advancement in my field.

YAY!!!

For the long haul...

I went back to Dallas this weekend...

for the last time until... I don't know.

On one hand I am kind of happy. I will finally be living in my own apartment and working to pay for myself. Ya know bills and shit. I will finally have a place of my own and won't be living with my parents. I'm quite excited about that for sure.

What saddens me is the fact that I will be spending the rest of the year in OKLAHOMA. Yeah I know... sucks. I really cannot wait to leave this state. The sooner the better, because as close as it really is to Texas... its just NOT Texas.

First off there are far too many Sooner fans. These people are absolutely insufferable. Texas fans are proud, but Sooner fans are blindly... stupidly... moronically... proud. I do have to applaud their dedication but damn. I would rather deal with USC fans... they're all laid back pot smoking califonians... Sooner fans are more often than not HICKS. They plaster OU all over EVERYTHING. Ive seen a guy with a Bob Stoops tatoo. Yeah this guy had Bob Stoops tattooed on his arm. These folks are weird. I love my team but they go too far.

On a side note, A friend and I have come up with several new names for OU. Due to their love of Texas athletes (the football team has more Texas boys than Oklahoma boys) we now refer to OU at the University of Texas at Oklahoma. I will refer to them further as UTO. Also we on occasion call them Chokelahoma, due to their love of choking in the big games. It's a sad occurence, but great for cracking jokes.

But I digress.

The D/FW metroplex has more people than the entire state of Oklahoma. The city of Houston has 3 times as many people.

I need my cities. I need my crowded, dirty, busy, never sleep, never back down cities.

I need somewhere that doesn't close at 9 p.m.

I need a place where cops have better things to do than harrass you for no reason.

I need a place where the local hangout spot isn't Wal-Mart. I love Wally World, but when you go there because theres nothing else to do.. BAD BUSINESS.

Now you may ask WHY I am staying in OK until I graduate. Well I want to live off campus next semester, and also have a job longer than a couple months. I want to work somewhere until it's time for me to pack up and go home to Texas. I hope to have a job at the local newspaper and get into the business. I want to make those connections and get that experience that I will need to pull the bigger better jobs after I graduate.

One good thing on the horizon, I will no longer be an inmate of Posey Penitentiary. I will finally be parolled from the hell hole I live in. (I will tell the story of Posey later)

But I'm still in Muskogee till December... anyone wanna visit and keep me company?

please?

Speaking to the void

Sometimes it feels like I'm talking/typing into the void of space.

I know I'm not the only one to feel this way, but it seems ever so apparent as of late. I'm not trying to complain here, don't get me wrong. I love to write, even if no one reads it, because it helps me get things out of my head that would otherwise stagnate and die. Writing is my way of clearing my head and blowing off steam. I used to play football, lift weights or run to do that, but since I've given up sports, this is the technique that gets the job done.

Anyways lately I've simply felt like I'm putting my stuff out there, no ones reading it... and I am feeling a little bit unhappy about it. As a professional writer (working on it) I guess it's become an ego thing. I'm no longer judged by what I do with football or track but by what I write or the pictures I take.

Am I getting vain or egotistical? I sure hope not. I guess I just like having feedback on what I'm writing now. Its nice to walk around school and hear people tell me they enjoyed the story I wrote or like the picture I took. It's great getting emails from people saying they love my work. This weekend, I was asked by several people if I was a professional photographer, because I took some great pictures at the College All-Star Game I attended. Some people even offered to pay for my pics!

Is it bad that I feel really good about that experience?

I hope its just me wanting to be the best writer/photographer I can, and not wanting to settle for less than the best.

Anyways, I just wanted to say thanks to those who do read my work and enjoy it... and if you have any suggestions, Im always open for constructive criticism.

Im done "not" complaining now.

I'll write something intersting now.

Whats the world coming to? REDUX

As you know I am a writer for my school newspaper and I am submitting this column for the next issue. I will post each version of it, and please let me know what you think as I go.

~Ian

School shootings are nothing new in this incredibly violent society we live in.

There have been five multiple murders at schools around the nation in the last 51 years.

Until April 16, the incident at the University of Texas was the worst school shooting in history.

Charles Whitman killed 15 people and wounded 31 in his 1966 killing spree.

The Columbine High School shooting devastated a town and put the United States into shock, when two students murdered 13 people and harmed 24 others on a tragic April morning in 1999.

Neither of these disasters measured up to the events at Virginia Tech University this past Monday.

Cho Seung-Hui, a VTU student, created scenes of terror and death across the campus, killing 32 people, injuring at least 28, and then taking his own life.

While these horrible events have affected the families and friends of the victims the most, the reach of the tragedies is far and wide, creating panic and fear in schools nationwide.

When I was in junior high, I never feared going to school except when I wasn’t ready for a test or forgot to do a project.

When Columbine happened during my eighth grade year, I began to fear what could happen to me at school.

Everyone wondered if it would happen on their campus, creating a panic around the U.S.

It scares me to know that I might know someone who could commit such evil acts.

The slaughter at Virginia Tech brings the fear of school violence into the national spotlight again.

Now we must worry about the possibility of something like the VTU killings happening here at Bacone, or anywhere else for that matter.

These school shootings bring to light the fact that we live in an increasingly violent society and must always worry what next disaster will befall our culture.

We must constantly be aware of the possibility of another tragedy, because thinking that it will never happen again would be ignorant.

Instead we need to ask ourselves and our schools what they are doing to ensure our safety.

What kind of security do our schools have in place to protect us from such violence?

Are we safe in our classrooms and hallways?

These are the questions that Bacone needs to answer.

The VTU shootings will fuel many new policies and bring changes to campuses, but at the cost of 32 innocent lives.

My heart goes out to the people affected by these heinous events, and I keep them in my thoughts and prayers.

It is sad that it takes things like Columbine, 9/11, and the killings at Virginia Tech to unite the nation.

I wish we could be united by the greatest things we do instead of the very worst.

What's this world coming to?

School shootings are nothing new in this incredibly violent society we live in.

In less than ten years, there have been three fatal shootings at schools around the nation, and five over the past 51 years.

Until April 16, 2007, the incident in 1966 at the University of Texas, where Charles Whitman killed 15 people and wounded 31, was the worst school shooting in history.

The killings at Columbine devastated a town and put the United States into shock, reminding us of the possible evil of human nature.

The worst of all happened at Virginia Tech University this past Monday.

An unknown gunman spread terror and death across the Virginia Tech campus, killing 32 people, injuring at least 28 and then taking his own life.

When I was younger, I never feared going to school except when I wasn’t ready for a test or forgot to do a project.

When Columbine happened, I began to fear what could happen to me at school.

I could not believe that someone could do such a monstrous thing.

As time passed, the fear faded from my memory, but we were again reminded by another murderous spree at a school in Virginia that left three dead and three wounded.

The slaughter at Virginia Tech brings those fears fresh into my mind again.

It shocks me how people can do these terrible things and do so much harm to those around them.

The evil in humanity is becoming ever present with the increase in violence and horror-inducing actions that plague our society.

Every day you hear stories of people killing others or treating them in ways that I cannot fathom doing to another human.

It scares me to know that I might know someone who could commit such evil acts.

“Youth of the Nation” by P.O.D., a powerful song about a school shooting that grabs the listener with vivid lyrics and imagery, was inspired by Columbine, and was written to raise awareness about the possibility of such events.

It makes me very sad when these things happen, and I can only hope that such things never happen again, but to think that they won’t would be ignorance.

My heart goes out to the people affected by these heinous events, and I keep them in my thoughts and prayers.

It is sad that it takes things like Columbine, 9/11, and the killings at Virginia to unite the nation.

I wish we could be united by the greatest things we do instead of the very worst.

"YOUTH OF THE NATION" BY P.O.D.

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would have known cause I'd have kissed my momma goodbye.
I didn't tell her that I loved her or how much cared or thank my
pops for all the talks and all the wisdom he shared.
Unaware I just did what I always do.
Everyday the same routine before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest,
Instead of takin' the test I took two to the chest.

Call me blind but I didn't see it comin' and
everybody was runnin' but I couldn't
hear nothin', except gun blast, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid though I sat by him in class.
Maybe this kid was reachin' out for love or
maybe for a moment he forgot who he was or
maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged,
whatever it was I know its because

CHORUS
We are We are the youth of the nation (repeat)x4

Little Suzie she was only twelve
She was given the world with every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kinda proud but no respect for herself

She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations but different faces.
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her she deserved much better.

Johnny boy always played the fool,
He broke all the rules so you would think he was cool.
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried,
Often thought of suicide
It's kinda hard when you ain't got no friends,
He put his life to an end they might remember him then.
You cross a line and there is no turnin' back
He told the world how he felt with the sound of a gat.

CHORUS x4

Who's to blame for the life that tragedies claim?
No matter what you say it won't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leadin' the blind.
Guess that's the way that the story goes,
Will it ever make sense somebody's gotta know,
There's gotta be more to life than this,
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists

CHORUS to the end

Writing is my life

If you told me a few years ago that I would be writing for a living, Id ask you what drugs you were doing. I had always enjoyed writing as a hobby, but never even gave it a second thought as a career.

Fast forward to the present. Im a journalism major with less than 8 months until I graduate college. Let me repeat that. I GRADUATE IN 8 MONTHS.... AND Ill be writing and taking pictures for a living. I know... crazy right?

Well since I made the decision to become a full time writer, Ive been inspired. I started a new blog, Ive written 2 major stories (one in the works), 5 movie reviews (one in the works), a sports column in the works, a personal column in the works, and et cetera.

Im a busy guy with ideas just running circles around me. I am definitely using this blog to squeeze out ideas, and get them written before they run away from me. Ive pulled so many ideas out of me in the past 3 months that Im really starting to believe in myself as a writer. I have ideas for novels Im slowly putting together, so that when Im ready, i can put them in print and get them out into the public. I really want to try and do something different with my novels, because who wants to write like someone else?

Im enjoying myself alot more these days and definitely like what Im doing... With education... I just wasnt ready to commit to that. I want to get out of school for a while and see the world... follow my own path and not be locked down. I also want a job where I have much more freedom and possibilities to express myself and be myself.

I find myself sitting there just shocked at where I am in my life. At 22, Ive been through so many things and traveled so many paths that have led me to where I am now, and Im just excited to see whats next. Ive got a whole horizon of possibilities and unlimited paths to walk. Who knows where Ill go, what I do, or who I will become in the process.

I have made many good choices and bad choices in my life and all have created me as I am now. I wouldnt trade my life for anything, and know that all of my choices were meant to happen. I know where ever I go, I am watched over and protected. I know Im free to live how I choose ad do the things I want, but I know Im also guided by God. I had a great conversation with someone today, and he helped me realize that while I walk freely, I am given a path and given a means to achieve anything I want, all I have to do is work for it. Nothing is given to us straight away and we have to achieve and believe to get those things. I know I can do anything I want if I put in the work and always believe in myself, what Im doing, and God.

Im really excited walking the path Im on. I cant wait to see whats next.

~Ian

I dont do cliche

If anyone can tell me how to do the little thing over the e id appreciate it.

Anyways...

Is anyone else tired of everyone looking/acting/being just like everyone else? Im so sick of looking around and seeing 98% of people who are identical to at least one other person. Its soooooooooooo stupid... I know imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but there is a limit.

I do realize we all do follow some trends. Its impossible to avoid it. I personally try to be myself and like things that I genuinely want to. Some people do things to be cool... not me. Its not me... and never will be. I wear things I like and do things I like. I listen to my own mix of music which is anywhere from Linkin Park to Elton John to Ludacris to Brooks and Dunn. Hell I even listen to Beethoven. I watch shows most others I know dont like. Im huge on the Discovery Channel and shows like Mythbusters. People I know cant even tell you what channel the Discovery Channel is. I can tell you the DAILY SCHEDULE.

Im not telling you to avoid popular trends... I know Im victim to them from time to time, but dammit be yourself. Quit being Eminem, or Good Charlotte, or Lil Jon... quit being whatever is popular and changing your style everytime something new comes out. How is anyone going to know who you are when you dont even know yourself?

Life isnt about being cool, but being yourself. How can you enjoy life when you spend all your time seeking out that which is cool and fashionable and not following your heart? I want to live in a society of individuals and not one of clones and sheep.

This is simply my opinion and feel free to think whatever you would like. If you are incapable of thinking for yourself and have to be told what to think then let me help you. Read the following sentences and follow the instructions. GET A LIFE, GET AN OPINION, AND HAVE AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT/IDEA/DECISION. DONT LIVE YOUR LIFE BASED ON EVERYONE ELSE AND THEIR COOLNESS FACTORS. INVENT YOUR OWN!!!

Thats all for now folks....

You may return to your lives.

Stuck in the middle

Im not happy but Im not sad...

Im not jolly and Im not glad...

But Im not depressed or mad...

Im just stuck...

In...
The...
Middle...

I really dont have any complaints about my life. Im doing something I enjoy, and Ive actually gotten my future in my sights. I always had my eyes on the future, but it was all kind of hazy and indiscernable. Its much clearer now... but I still dont know WHERE.

Texas?

Oklahoma?

Elsewhere?

I really dont know.... I will find out in December... until then its business as usual and just living my middle of the road life.

I really dont have anything exciting happening to me either. I just wake up, go to class, work on the paper, take pictures, eat somewhere in there, try to relax, and do it all over again the next day. My excitement level is about a 5... right in the middle.

I have no relationship life to speak of. Thats a good and a bad thing.

Good: I can be selfish with my time/money/self and dont have to worry about pleasing someone else.

Bad: Im feeling kinda lonely. I wish I had someone.

But once again my feelings have pulled me to the middle. Im not more or less either way.

I dunno what it is, but I have to say I would rather me in the middle than on the negative side of the perspective. Id rather be at zero then in the minus. Im sure things will get better, and Im sure at some point it will get worse, but Ive learned that that is life.

You can only hope for more happy than sad... and just hope that you stay in the middle more often than not. I guess being in the middle in new to me, because it feels so weird. Im either happy or sad and never in the middle.

So dont think Im complaining... Im really not. Im just chilling in the middle... Who knows what will come... but Im ok with this flat spot that is the rollercoaster of my life.

Who knows where this road will lead...

"Wolf" in a shoebox

Stories of the Wolf: Chapter One.

The Origins

Everyone always says "blank in a nutshell" but I cant fit what I want to talk about in that kinda space. I need something with more room... like a shoebox. We may have to move up to a packing crate soon... but for now lets go with the shoebox.

On my last blog I explained about the origins of the nickname "Wolf". To comparmentalize it I'll give you the Cliffnotes version. Due to my love of Wolves and my habit of wearing wolf t shirts, a friend began calling me Wolf. My other friends began to as well. We also made several connections between myself and a wolf. I stick to a small group. Im very cunning. I stalk my "prey" and "execute" it with precision and stunning skill. I could go on and on but for the sake of time, lets leave it there. So Wolf was born.

When I was first dubbed Wolf, I kept it within my group of friends. We were always very close guarded with our nicknames and kept them amongst ourselves, but as we got older we were more free with them. Eventually many people knew our nicknames because we went by them while we were causing mass distruction and havoc in high school. We are still famous to this day for some of the stunts we pulled. (another story for another time) So with the expansion of use and for another reason (in memoriam of the friend who gave me the nickname) I chose to tattoo Wolf on my arm.

The tattoo reminds me of all that is important... and it reminds me to always be me. I designed it myself and I wanted it to be like me, unique. I will always be proud of the nickname Wolf and what it represents. I will never forget those who gave me the name and who stand beside me as my friends. To the best friends anyone could ever ask for. Derreck and Bryan, heres to you...

So that is Wolf in a shoebox... more than a little bit... and enough to keep you interested in whats to come. There will be plenty more to come in the Stories of the Wolf. This saga has just begun.

The Invisibles and I: A story of me and my "friends"

I have invisible friends. They arent imaginary cause their fuckin real dammit! Just cause YOU cant see them doesnt mean they dont exist... it just means youre not looking hard enough.

I have my drinking buddy Cap'n Morgan. He and I drink together often... but sometimes I drink with my friends Shiner and Bud. They all get me well intoxicated and help me have a fun time doing it.

Tommy Insomnia keeps me awake and entertained. He tells me what I should be doing instead of sleeping. "Drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life..."

Walker is the guy who gets me motivated and drags my ass out of bed. He pushes me to the limits and beyond and never lets me settle for less than what I can achieve.

Those are my "on the outside" friends... Ive also got the ones who run around in my head.

Pauly is the one who gets me in trouble. Hes the one I forget not to listen to and end up doing something stupid. Usually the others keep Pauly in check, but he sneaks up on me when the others are sleeping.

Wolf is my conscience. Hes the one who talks me through shit... gets me going in the right direction. If it wasnt for Wolf, Ian would have been a loony, a druggie, or a goner. All three of those options just dont appeal to me.

Ethan is the smart one... the one who knows everything and can NEVER be wrong. Alot of people know him.... hes pretty pretenious at times.

Aidan is the kid... the one who never lets me forget to have fun, relax and enjoy life. "we dont get to be kids for long so enjoy it while you can or when you can. Life is too short to not have some fun." Life is so much simpler in the eyes of a child.

Joey is my financial advisor. Hes not a very good one though... thats why Im always broke. I think I need to find someone else for the job.

David... well hes the asshole. Hes the one who loves nothing more than to piss someone off, to cut someone down, to make sarcastic comments... hes the guy you hate... but oddly admire for his brutal honesty... but it doesnt stop from wanting to beat his ass from time to time.

Finally... theres me. Ian. Im the guy whos left after you take all of the others away. After you strip all the layers away... you get to me. Im a nice, caring, funny, light hearted individual, who loves to help out his friends and family. Im the one who will sit down and listen to you and help you solve your problems. Im the guy who everyone loves. Despite what all of my other "friends" do... people still love Ian.

You may think Im crazy... a little on the nuttier than a Payday side... but look within yourself and see if you cant find a whole bunch of different personalities. See if you cant dig deep within your soul and find the real you under all the layers.

I think you may be afraid of what or who you will find. Dont be... because who you are defines you, in all facets and aspects. Your friends know the real you... can you find that within yourself too? Look around... you may be suprised at what you find.

Hello again, my good friend, Tommy Insomnia

So Im a liar. I said my last post was my final post before Easter. Well my Insomnia.... lets call him Tommy... had other ideas. I was gonna get a nice night of sleep before an extremely stressful day of writing, seminars, workshops and driving... but as always Tommy showed up.

Its not that I dont like Tommy... its just he shows up at the WRONG times. When Im out partying... wanting to stay up all night... hes no where to be found. When I want to sleep... he comes aknockin...

SO here I am at 2 in the A.M. writing because Tommy told me to. I found its easier to listen to him then to argue with or ignore him. Lets talk shall we?

Have you ever been bordering on being happy and being unhappy and walking that thin line capable of going either way? I am right now. I could be happy, I could be unhappy but I find myself in the middle... or rather indifferent. Ive got some things going one way in my life and some things going the other and it keeps me stabilized. My sanity and emotions are for once not riding a roller coaster.

I spent the whole month of Feburary as an emotional and physical wreck and ever since then Ive been rather leveled out. I was told by a doctor to possibly seek out stress relieving or anti-depressant drugs, but luckily I haven't needed them or felt a pressing desire to be back on them. I know when I was that I was so out of it that I missed alot of things, and I dont feel like going through that again. Its too much of a hassle.

I do have to admit that over the last month, I got the weight off of my shoulders for the most part. Instead of being like Atlas and holding the world on my shoulders... Im more like a normal person just dealing with everyday problems. I get really worn out from carrying all of my problems and everyone elses too. So I think I'll stick with mine and let other people deal with theirs... sure Ill still assist when needed but I will stop carrying the brunt of the load. A guy can only take so much.

I feel like Im writing a novel.... jeez... see what happens when Tommy Insomnia comes to visit?

Alas I will stop writing before I lose my audience to boredom. Once again to all of my readers... please have a fun and safe weekend... and dammit... ENJOY YOURSELVES!!!

~Ian and Tommy... the Dreamless Team

Hi, my name is PAIN

Ok... so for those who don't know, I have minor back problems. When I say minor, I mean 2 pinched nerves, 2 torn ligaments, vertabrae damage, and deteriorating disk spacing. Ya know... nothing major.

ANYWAYS I woke up on sunday morning slightly hung over (Captain Morgan and I hung out, got shitfaced) and noticed that two fingers on my left hand were ever so slightly numb. Not so you would really notice, but enough to make you go "well this is new"... Also the sometimes present pain in my neck and upper back returned. I figured it had to do with me being hunched over a computer or desk all week working on the newspaper... but I took precaution and decided to see the chiropractor on monday if the conditin wasnt any better.

Monday comes... and the condition remained the same, so off I go to see the doctor. He listens to my laundry list of ailments and tells me it may be a fine idea to perhaps pursue other avenues of activity besides contact sports. Well he took X-Rays and did some adjusting and therapy on me. Numbness in hand has subsided but pain is ever present.

Fast forward to today... I got a call from the chiro... he asked me in all seriousness how I was ever having a moment WITHOUT pain. It appears I have not one but TWO bulging discs, one in my neck one in my lower back, that are putting pressure on several nerves and causing all of my pain and numbness problems. I figured now was as good of a time as any to inform him of my high pain tolerance, and basic ignorance of annoying things that attempt to distract me. He replied ever so eloquently "Well ignoring this could put you in a wheelchair."

Um Im not cool with that. So at this point in time I am pursuing therapy to attempt to correct these problems and get myself "straightened out". Wish me luck on that pursuit.

Update time: The March Issue of the Baconian came out this past Friday and I wrote a front page article, the major sports story, a movie review, took the front page picture, and did page layout. Can you say that I was kinda busy? Sheesh.

Im attending a Media Day Conference at Northeastern Oklahoma State University tomorrow and I have to compete in the writing competition where I interview someone and write a story in a severely short amount of time. Im a little aprehensive about this... but wish me lots and lots of luck tomorrow.

Well thas about it... this is my last post before Easter so I hope everyone has a safe extended weekend, and has fun searching for them colored eggs... that a bunny laid... still dont get the joke behind this.... ANYWAYS...be safe have fun and Ill be back on Monday!

~Ian "Wolf" Townsend

What Ive Done

Heres the lyrics to the new song by Linkin Park, What Ive Done. Ive always connected with their music and this new song is no different. So read the lyrics and check out the song on my Myspace profile. I cant wait for the new cd... May 15!

In this farewell,
There is no blood,
There is no alibi,
Cause I've drawn regret,
From the truth,
Of a thousands lies,
So let mercy come and wash away…

What I've Done,
I'll face myself,
To cross out what I've become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I've done…

Put to rest,
What you thought of me
While, I clean this slate,
With the hands,
Of uncertainty,
So let mercy come,
And Wash away…

What I've Done,
I'll face myself,
To cross what I've become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I've done…

For what I've done,
I start again,
And whatever pain may come,
Today this ends,
I'm forgiving what I've done…

I'll face myself,
To cross out what I've become,
Erase myself,
And let go of what I've done…

(Na,Na,Na) [Mike Shinoda!]

What I've Done,
What I've Done,
Forgetting what I've done…

I am starting my life over with a new direction and this song symbolizes it. I look forward to continuing my life with a clean slate and moving on from my past. Its time for something new and thats what Im going after!