The Calling of Autumn

I love our Magnolia tree this time of year. 
I feel like the bare branches are like billions of fingers, reaching out to me, all connected to one hand. The fingers, getting weaker as the wind brushes by them. 
The fingers fall off. 
The leaves, like skin flakes, growing and regrowing. 
The leaves like a million tiny moving beetles, crawling around toppling over each other. 
The hollow branches, the wind whistling through the bark. 
As if the wind is calling out to the tree. 
It says, "Your cycle is almost over. The cycle of your existence."

Letting a Friend Go

If my mom hasn't already posted this on Facebook, my friend T. recently told me he's moving away. So, I wanted to talk about that stage of life. Letting a friend go,  having a pet die. That kind of stuff.

Me and my friend T. were one of the best of friends. We would always fight, we would always skateboard, we would always find a way to make stuff happen.

I'm sure all of the grown-ups of the world have dealt with this too. Even if something went wrong between you and your friend, it would always take less than an hour to solve it.

Letting go is never easy to do. It's called moving on. We all have to do it. You know it has to happen and you can't do much about it. You just gotta accept it. It was bound to happen.

Hope you like New Mexico, Dude.

Thomas Laszlo: Tennis Player

A long time ago, I was a dull, broken, knife, in a dark alleyway, with a tattered, broken, tennis ball. Then, I saw a light! It was my dad, and he BLACKSMITED me into a broad sword that could cut through the toughest steel.

       And that's the day there was born a tennis player.

A New Life

RIP

Here lies Thomas Laszlo, the nine year old. He has shed his shell and is a brand new person. He is a ten year old! The nine year old you all knew and loved is now a brand new person. And he has new special powers!

LIKE: Get cans and go to the store by yourself!
OR: get on a bus with your brother and go to the mall without your parents!
And, mainly? THE BEST: DRINK HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP ALL DAY!!

It feels great to be ten. As I said, I am mature enough to go to the store by myself. I'm a decade old. In the last ten years, I learned Geometry and I learned never to drink Mountain Dew in front of C, my friend who loves Mountain Dew. He's five years ahead of me, so I learned that the hard way.

 And I also made it so that Laszlo's birthday is on my birthday. I declared that officially, in thine Britishith Army Accentith.

I'm trying to think of something we could do for Laszlo, besides the chew stick that mom gave him.  For his birthday, I bet he'd like to go to Mexico, where they'd have Laszlo food and he can hop around and be warm, because it's scorching there.

Anyway, thanks for all of the happy birthday wishes, guys.