The Bird

Hey guys, this will be my first story, so enjoy!

          There once was a bird, he wasn't too colorful, he wasn't too big, he wasn't extravagant, he was just an average little bird. This bird lived in a small little forest, where he followed the same routine everyday, with

the same people everyday. First he woke up at 4:30am, then he took a long walk to a field where he relaxed and read, then he went home with his friend, a squirrel, and they hung out until about 5pm. That routine was the one this little bird followed day after day after day. He was very content with his routine and didn't mind sticking to it, he enjoyed his friend, the squirrel, and oved his relaxing afternoons.

          Though, one day he met the salamander. The salamander was the craziest, brightest, most unique creature this little bird had ever seen. The bird saw the salamander at his pond one morning on his long stroll and decided he would say hi. He walked right up to the salamander, very nervous because it wasn't often he met new people. The only thing that the anxious bird could think about for discussion was the fact that his alarm, earlier that morning, went off later than usual. This conversation between the bird and the salamander went on for a duration of three or four minutes, until the salamander bid salutations and went on to meet with his friend, the deer. The bird was irked at this notion because he did not particularly like the deer but the salamander had just moved into the forest and the deer was his first and really only friend. Though, the bird said goodbye and they parted ways to continue their days.
          The bird and the salamander began talking and growing closer and closer, talking basically everyday, becoming great friends. Though, about a week after their constant talking the bird invited the salamander over for dinner, which the salamander happily obliged. That day the salamander joined the bird on his long walk where the awkward conversation began to turn into a nice and easy chat where the bird realized that they really vibed. Though, the night continued and the salamander needed to go and so they said goodbye and once again parted ways.

          The bird was very complicated because he had been through so much, from terrible people using him for his food and hospitality to his family issues, he had a hard time trusting people. But the salamander was different, the bird found he trusted the salamander very quickly and that he very much loved the company of the salamander and wanted to see more of them. It was very difficult, though, because the bird didn't know much about the salamander. If there is anything you should know about the bird it is that he loves to talk about himself and does it way too much, though the salamander never seemed to mind. The bird wished he had more knowledge of the salamander's past, which seemed quite scary and sad from what he did know.
          The salamander didn't have a relationship with their parents, which was the first very confusing thing the bird found out. Then the real heavy stuff began to set in, first the depressions, then the love, and more and more, it just continued to deepen and deepen which just grew the feelings the bird had. It got very intense to the point of the bird always wanting to be with the salamander.
          Then one day, as the salamander and bird were once again together having an amazing time, the salamander told the bird something that shattered his heart. The bird had grown to love the salamander and even just for the short amount of time the salamander and the bird had together, he did love them. The salamander told the bird that they were going to live with there family, far away. The bird had no idea how to cope with this news but of course he tried to show that he was happy for the salamander and their new relationship growth in their family life. The bird took every chance to tell the salamander how happy he was for them and how great it was going to be for them but on the inside it really just killed the bird every time they said something about it. The bird, of course, couldn't let the salamander know how he felt because he didn't want to make the salamander feel bad. The salamander and their family weren't the closest so for them to be reconnecting was amazing, but for them to be leaving the bird made the bird's days sad. It was like a constant count down to when the bird would once again be stuck in his little routine, but he knew that the squirrel would help him through this and that, under no circumstances was the salamander allowed to know how the bird felt.

I hope you enjoyed this! <3

Attention Seeking... or Stupidity?

          Hey guys, so I know it's been a minute but I've found something to complain about! So you know how there's always that one kid who manages to get as loud as possible, drowning everyone else in the room out, so that everyone can hear the conversation you are having with that person individually. Well I've now decided who that person is in my life and let me tell you right now, I

want to tear my hair out talking to this person. Humor me for a second, say you are talking to me about that test that you bombed and I decide to scream "Woah! You bombed a test!?". First of all, you literally just told me that so why on God's green Earth would I need to repeat that one aspect of our conversation for anything more than attention. I actually need to tell the person that is doing this to lower there voice and that's when they decide to act as if they are unaware they are doing so, which in reality just makes you stupid.
          The reason I bring this up now is because I would really like to tell everyone that we need to stand up against our foe. This is a serious problem that needs to be faced by the community as a whole. We need to stand together to fix the problem that is these people's etiquette because if we don't we will never hear the end of it. The crazy part is, though, that some of them are like completely oblivious when you tell them to shut their mouths or when you ask them what's wrong with them. Just remember, it only takes one person to make a change and that can lead to a chain reaction, which in terms, could lead to the defeat of this annoying minority.

          The other problem I feel that needs to be openly addressed is when people repeat a question right after they've received your answer! I'm not talking about when they forget your answer but when they ask "Have you seen Star Wars?" and you respond no and they repeat "You haven't seen Star Wars?", like fam, didn't I just answer that like literally four seconds ago. I find that if they do that and you respond the second time with a different answer then they are very unaware of the conversation and it causes great confusion in their feeble minds. Though, like I said, if we face this as one body, under the Lord (just kidding), then we can defeat the people that don't understand how to communicate.
          Please heed my advice and tell these people, being sarcastic is very helpful. Using answers like "Are you stupid?", "Didn't I just answer that?", or "Would you like to ask me a third time?", get the point across very quickly. IMPORTANT NOTICE: by using these examples I've given may cause you to come off salty.
      
         Thanks for reading! Love y'all! <3

Sadie Hawkins Dance

          Hey guys! So for those of you that don't know, the Sadie Hawkins Dance for Timberline High School is coming up here on the third! I would also love to state that I'm thoroughly confused on both the theme (white out?!) and the fact that it's casual. Number one, this forces me to go shopping because who owns all white clothes?! Number two, I'm going to end up with fifty-million stains and sweat marks all over my body. Number three, I don't understand why the school would have a dance

that is casual! We all know, because it's a school function, that the music is going to suck so it's not going to be like a party and everybody is just going to look like trash. At least when there's a formal dress code everybody is going to be dressed as nice as possible to please their dates. I don't know the entire thing kind of just confuses me, especially considering the fact that all the girls fought for this and others will refuse to ask a guy because "that's the guys job", which is totally stupid and frustrating. I also think that if they don't sell enough tickets it will be cancelled is ludicrous. If I'm going to buy clothes (that are WHITE!), plan out my night (dinner before, dance, party after), and plan to dance the night away then I better get at least a month of notice! Well, that's just my opinion, thanks guys!

P.S. Sorry for such the slow and boring posts, my life has become consumed with school recently, which is causing me to spend most my days in anger fits or crying my eyes out! Love you guys!

Your Opinion is Your Problem

          Hey readers, so today I'm getting a little serious and I know that's probably not going to be believable to those who know me and for some it may be boring but I really just need to go off about this because it frustrates me to hear and see these things (Also, please don't take this as a personal attack). I will be talking people and their opinions, because sometimes (most the time) I really don't care to hear the negative things that people have to say.

           I will begin with teachers speaking on the issue of political controversy. Let me make it clear, the First Amendment (which gives Americans the freedom of speech, press, religion, assembly, and petition) gives public school teachers protection to an extent. One scenario which teachers are protected is on social media; if a teacher were to repost an article favoring a political candidate than they would be protected under the Bill of Rights, but if they were to print that article out and share it with their students, trying to convey them to vote or spread that opinion, then they would not be protected. This all according to American Civil Liberties Union of Washington, which states "Some courts have ruled that schools cannot discipline teachers for sharing words or concepts that are controversial as long as the school has no legitimate interest in restricting that speech and the speech is related to the curriculum". This is just saying that a teacher can share controversial topics, articles, and/or beliefs as long as it pertains to what the students are learning about and is not for the soul purpose of getting students to believe what they do. "To teach and educate students according to guidelines provided by the National Curriculum Framework under the overall guidance of the competent education authority; To teach and educate students according to the educational needs, abilities and attainment potential of individual students entrusted to his/her care by the Head of School or Head of Unit" are the two overall functions of teachers outlined by The Ministry for Education. I've now read about 23 articles, personal accounts, court cases, and education reports, all which state in variations, that teachers may not blatantly spread their beliefs, whether it be religious, political or whatever, to influence their students. Though it
seems that "influence" has many translations throughout the internet. What I mean by "influencing students" is them trying to get you to believe what they do purposefully. I think purposefully is the game changer because of course your teachers are going the influence you, especially if they are someone whom you enjoy having.

          The only reason I bring up this issue is that I've had some recent encounters with my teachers and it bothers me that they are wasting my time to tell me their opinions which, first of all, don't pertain to the curriculum, secondly, are irrelevant to me, and thirdly, aren't right/allowed. For example, in one of my classes it was stated by the teacher that Mrs. Obama should run for President. I don't even know where to begin, the first thing that hit me is why, but because I don't want to exclude any of my readers beliefs I will keep my political views (very conservative, which doesn't mean I support Donald Trump) out of it. The next thing that was said was by the student next to me, also very conservative, who stated "Why, the Obamas need to no longer be in the White House", which led to THE TEACHER giving us an in-depth explanation about what he believes. I would also like to point out that I was not innocent in this because I did state few general states but backed out when I saw a chance and that I understand that it seems that the teacher was "baited" but the teacher is responsible at that point to shut down the conversation. Though, can you guess what they did? They decided to give the other student and I a list of opinions, which lasted nearly 3 minutes (feeling like a lifetime), but I will give him the fact that there were pertinent facts against the student which were protected under the First Amendment but they were followed with opinionated statements like "...which made our country a better place" and "...was great". This was an immediate turn off for me towards the conversation, and not because it was an opposing belief but because we had already begun class and yet this "argument", more like a small dispute, was still going on.

          Just understand, I am not bashing teacher, they are absolutely 100% entitled to their opinion, outside the classroom. I strongly believe that a great way to learn in a class is to view both sides, whether it be an equation, argument, piece of literature or maybe even just a conversation. Though, it is necessary for teachers to remember that we are NOT at church, so we aren't there to here them preach. I would like to give a shoutout to teachers, though, because this is not all teachers and it's only a very small amount that do this, which doesn't make you a bad teacher, it's just annoying. I appreciate teachers and hold them in the highest regards because some of the most amazing people I've ever met are teachers and deserve to know that they are respected by their students.

          This brings me to another bothersome topic (haha, I bet you though I was done). Students/peers and their need to tell everyone "who they're voting for", even though they are like 15, 16, and 17, and can't even vote! Someone told me once that "Your opinion of me is not my problem", well in reality your opinion of anybody is not my problem, no matter how juicy the gossip or how amazing the story. Don't read this wrong, I love some good gossip, I mean look at me I write my own blog, and gossip isn't just going to suddenly disappear out of thin air but if it's something slanderous then just keep it to yourself. I'm telling you right now, so many people think I'm fake... SO MANY PEOPLE... but I don't even care because I know who I am and I know how it feels for garbage about you to be spread, but the one think that irks me is when people just tell me anyway.

          I've been in several situations where there are groups of students just talking about stuff that is irrelevant and stupid because in reality who cares if "Tina is a slut because she has slept with 4 guys today" or if "Mark is ugly" (both fake people and situations), but like who cares? First of all, calling anyone ugly is just rude, are you kidding me this is common sense. Yes, everyone is entitled to their opinion but there comes a point when you have to sit back and look and see if your comment is really so crucial/important that you NEED more than anything to tell others.

        I guess in reality, though, this whole blog is just my opinion, but I hope you guess enjoy what I write! Also remember my new project and if you want to be a part of Sojourner Life's: Everyday Fashion Statement Part 1 then contact me! Thanks again and please don't chew my head off for this.

New Project!

To Whom It May Concern,

          If you hadn't noticed by now inner peace, belief in oneself, and body positivity are major values I try to enforce in everyone. Deep down we all know that we are stuck with whatever we got, so our one goal is to make what we got work and look good. This leads to greater confidence and, in terms, a happier life. Look at me, for example, I'm obviously way too skinny for a fifteen year old boy but I hold my head high, tan, and wear skinny clothes, hence, making it work. I believe one way to instill major confidence in someone is through their clothes and you can tell a lot about a person through their clothes. For example, if a person is to wear dark shades, say black, grey or white, then they are probably very comfortable just falling into a crowd. Though, next to someone wearing color, which is by far the most challenging test of self-acceptance, they will fall behind almost in a shadow. Unless of course, that booty be poppin' or that jawline be chiseled. I've decided to take a census through people that I encounter around both Lacey, Washington and people from my home town of Marco Island, Florida. I have decided to ask them, first, why they choose to wear what they do, secondly, what their outfit usually consists of, and thirdly, how their outfits vary in different situations and to describe those which they change. If anybody would like to be a part of this project please send a picture with an outfit that you would usually wear to my email or direct message me on Instagram answering all of the questions I plan to inquire about.

Thank you,

Carson Essi

P.S. My contact information can be found under my picture in the right column on my page.

Scared in the Shower

          Hey guys, so obviously my weekend posts are going to be less interesting than my weekday because on the weekends my family is my best friend. So on Friday I got up at about five o'clock, like I do everyday, and I grabbed my clothes and towel and headed to my bathroom where I closed and locked the door (because I don't need anybody walking in on me). I turned on my shower and began to undress and then suddenly I caught a glimpse of something in my eye. I looked towards the door

noticing nothing and then went back to what I was doing, undressing. Then I heard scratching at the door and turned towards it again. Remember that it's five in the morning and I am not fully awake. So I get in and right as I'm closing the shower curtain I see it again and I'm on the verge of screaming and/or crying. I saw 10 little fingers sliding back and forth terrifyingly under the door. It was one of my sisters who for some reason got up and was inclined to scare me half to death. Why on Earth her first action after being awake would be to lay on the ground and put her fingers under the door, I do not know. I would also like you to know that this had NEVER happened before and none of us had seen them do this, so why now at 5 am, at the crack of dawn, I can't even imagine.


Also, again I would like to stress, if you have any ideas of what you want me to write about send me an email at essi42501@gmail.com or direct message me on Instagram! Thanks you guys!

I'm a Grandpa?!

          Hey blog viewers! This is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned... (haha just kidding). So I would love to announce, as I already have on all social media, that my Dalmatian Molly (fish), Alexis, is carrying her first fry (definition: young fish, especially when newly hatched).
   

Alexis in her hatchery.

          When I upgraded to a bigger and better tank, from one to 20 gallons, I decided to put some more fish with my betta, Artie. Now I have a Koi fish named Mojo, two Dalmatian Mollies named Noah and Alexis, and Artie. I decided to go with Alexis and Noah because they are a type of species known to reproduce (though I didn't know it would be so soon). Since I've been with them, Noah and Alexis have been 100% inseparable and haven't left each others side, until now. Due to the fact that fish are notorious for eating their own babies, and due to the fact that Mojo eats everything, I have had to isolate her in a fish hatchery. I've also just read that her fry could contain up to 20 babies, and since I have her in isolation, all of them should live and prosper! Looks like I'm going to be a
grandfather, considering I act like they are my children (which they are!).

         Now reading this I totally seem like a "fish person", (which is a term that should never have a negative connotation) and for those who don't know me, that is EXACTLY what I am and everyone who has heard me talk about my fish (as if they are real people) would agree. Everything in my life reminds me of my fish, whether it be social or in solitude. Also, who doesn't like fish? You must be a real hater to say "I hate fish" because they are the most calm and peaceful pets. Although, Artie and Mojo did fight the first time I put them together, but its all good now. So now that you know of my children they will come up in other stories because they play a big part in my life, keeping my entertained for hours on edge.

Also if you have anything you want me to write about, comment and I'll discuss it, because trust me I know reading about my children probably won't be the highlight of your day! And if you would like to collaborate on anything that's also fun, I'm doing two projects now and hope to have them up soon!

Losses, Gains, and Nerves (A Short Anecdote)

          Hey blog readers! So, if you don't know, I am a totally passionate singer and plan to pursue that professionally for the rest of my life. Also, if you don't know me personally, than I need to explain to you the anxiety I face when a performance draws near.

          Since I was like nine or ten, like fourth or fifth grade, I have been interested in music and when I moved from Virginia to Florida, for middle school, where I attended Marco Island Charter Middle School (one of my favorite schools), I chose to take choir where I seemingly excelled. That was when the passion and drive for vocal success gave me a purpose. I lived in Florida for roughly 4 years and in that time I managed to face my stage fright more than once, starring in Hairspray (as Link), High School Musical (as Troy), and various Christmas plays (as Santa Claus). Then when I went to high school I took choir as one of my electives, expecting nothing but great success, but no. Marco Island Academy actually managed to help me and screw me over more times than I can count. Yes, they are an amazing school and yes, I got like 100+ volunteer hours for my college resume, but all I wanted was an amazing arts program and what I got was not that in the slightest. We managed to sing every holy Christian song ever written and the funny thing is out teacher was JEWISH! I couldn't even fathom this and not only that but she could hardly play the piano (which is necessary to be a teacher of the vocal arts), had trouble with getting anyone's attention and keeping it, and was 100% socially awkward. Don't get me wrong, she had a passion for music (which is ALWAYS admirable) but teaching was not the job for her, at least not at Marco Island Academy. So, I moved 3,000 miles away to get a proper arts education and live with my dad, stepmom, and two beautiful twin sisters.

          Though, let's get back on track. For the first four or five months of me living here I made zero (and I do mean ZERO, nada, nothing, zilch) progress in my vocal capability, although I was taking a drama class with one of the most amazing, creative, interesting, and CRAZY directors that you will ever meet. I'm just going to tell you straight up, that this class is the bane of my existence. This women with push you harder and expect more from you then you even thought a person could no idea! Though she explained, that she did like it and that even people with talent need a little push and as a performer you are always going to be a student. (Disclaimer: For those of you out there that thing "Oh, I don't need a coach I'm good enough. False. You're actually probably not, but nobody wants to hurt your feelings. You are probably just arrogant and so being loud gets you by, but don't be mistaken, that is NOT how the world works.) handle, but she gets results and we do make progress. I thought to myself after seeing these results myself "Maybe I need to try to connect with her more and get her to allocate special time for me", well that failed and I'm pretty sure she actually loathes my being now more than I hated her class, but it allowed me great opportunities because this lady has contacts from everywhere including Broadway, LA, and everywhere in between. So I pulled her aside and asked her if I could sing for her, knowing that she was also trained as a music theatre director. She said yes and so I sang her the Star Spangled Banner, actually the only song I could remember the words too because she made me so nervous. That's when something I never expected happened... she loved it! I mean listen, I choked and screwed up and started over, I think, three or four times, but she heard something and so she gave me a contact to a vocal coach. At first I thought she was insulting me, because basically when she loves something it's like staring at a painting with five million emotions, you don't know where to look, her arms were up, her mouth was straight, her eyes were focused, and it was like reading a foreign language, I had

          Now realizing how much I've written, I now see that most of you probably aren't going to read this entire thing so I'll get to the point quicker. I have this thing called IE's (Individual Events) and all the performing arts kids at Timberline say they hate it or it's stupid, though I don't care. I signed up and on this night of Friday, January 13th, I have picked my song with the help of my vocal coach. I will be singing Take a Chance on Me from the Broadway musical Little Woman. Though, to be completely honest I am very nervous and yet super excited!

          The next performance I have is for my drama class. I am in a one act called Aftermath and it's a story about bullying and the harm it can cause with comedic undertones to make it a light play. It's basically my entire 2nd quarter grade and I'm probably going to screw up because, like I said before, the teacher is crazy (but still good) and wants everything to be perfect. I've almost got my part down but the thing that irks me about the play is the fact that there is always that one kid that gets to be the

Jonah Hill

exception to the rules because they are basically just to stupid and unreliable, and guess what we have one and for their monologue they get to just MAKE IT UP! I sit there and learn word for word every line I have and I'm still criticized by the teacher to do better and yet this person can just get up and do improvisation and that's just considered acceptable, I think not! If a student in drama cannot perform adequately for a grade and lacks any passion to do so then he/she needs to drop the class or fail because it is unacceptable and unfair to all the others doing their best and trying as hard as they can to please.

          Another performance I have is at my dad's promotion for the Army. I'm not dreading this but I am singing the Star Spangled Banner at the ceremony and it is nerve-racking to think that my family and several of my father's friends are going to be in attendance and everyone will have served or currently be serving so, knows by heart, every word of the song. Yes, you may be sitting there thinking "This idiot doesn't know the word to our National Anthem?", well as a matter of fact I do and for your information singing it in the shower and singing it in front of hundreds of people, including your own family, for your father's promotion are very different. Although, after working through it today with my coach I am fairly certain that I can do it and do it well

          Thanks for reading this whole thing if you did and don't forget to vote in the left column of my blog! Till next time, LOVE YOU GUYS!

My Walk to School

          By now everyone who reads probably understands that I very much enjoy social interaction, especially when they entertain me all throughout the day. So as I said before, my walk to school consists of like a 1.5 mile trek down the side of a dark and busy road and it's very difficult to see other people when walking and today was just extra creepy and hilarious.
          As for the funny part, so I'm walking along and "texting" (when in reality I'm just staring at my phone playing with the calendar so I don't look sad and alone) and I hear quite the ruckus from the house I'm about to pass. The first thing I think is if I go right now can I make it across the road without getting hit by a car. I turn and look and of course there's a billion cars coming at me like flies to a bug zapper, so I continue hoping that I don't get caught up in whatever is going on around the corner. I turn the corner and I hear, what sounded like a screen door, open and shut, hard. I turn and before me stood probably the most loud and extra outfit I have ever seen, and please take into consideration that I have lived in Florida. This person, whom I still could not identify the gender, was wearing hot pink zebra print leggings, a hot pink lace top (at least they matched), and a hair piece that was so obviously NOT natural. Of course, though, they turned and met me dead in the eye and said, "Boi, is my weave on?". Now let me tell you it took everything in me to not pull out my phone and snap a picture but I couldn't make more of a skeptical of the situation. So I pulled from every acting tip I've ever been taught and imitated their preppy, white, teenage girl accent and responded "Girl, you be looking flame!" and with that walked away.

          The next thing that happened would most certainly identify with either creepy, awkward, weird or hilarious. As I said, it is dark on my walk to school and so I like to entertain myself with playing with my phones calendar and talking to myself, and don't act like you don't do either of those things. Well I was doing both of these things, as it turns out, and I was passing one of the City Transit bus stops and looked up because I saw something, and of course it was a person, so I veered as far away I could get and avoided eye contact. The only problem was by that time he had already heard me talking to myself and stated, as I was already like 10 feet past him, "Having a nice conversation?". That's when I basically ran away with my tail between my legs, very embarrassed, and amused. You know something was funny when, first, you tell everyone, and secondly, you laugh at it every time you talk about it because you know only so many people are going to openly state "Oh, yeah! I do that too!". No the reaction I got was "You talk to yourself?", which is all that people seemed to actually get from my story. The moral of the story is, make sure to cut out the part that people can relate with you being any form of weird, odd or annoying.

No Umbrellas?!

          So there is one thing that I have been dying to write about since I moved to the 'beautiful' Pacific Northwest and that they have a huge problem with umbrellas! I just don't understand why you would actually put on a sad little skimpy raincoat and trudge through the freezing (and oh yes I mean freezing like 32.5 degrees, almost ice) rain. So I walk to school and it's a good walk like over 1.5 miles or something and when I first started walking it was great, a good solid 40-50 degrees and some clouds in the expanse of blue sky. Though, there is one thing I was quite unaware of: that during the months of September and October rain is not expected abundantly.

          Don't get me wrong I knew that Washington was known for it's rain and gloom, and trust me it's for good reason, but I thought it was always like that I wasn't aware that it progressively got more and more rainy and then in the winter poured down in buckets. But back to my umbrellas, so I began to take my umbrella when it came to these rainy morning, and I don't complain about it either, I like to walk to and from school, but one thing that really irked me is all the comments and looks I get for my umbrella! One time I had a man, a full grown man, drive by in his pickup and yell out his window (cue backwoods, man in camo accent) "We don't use umbrellas here, put it away" and cackle. At first I was confused like is the guy IN THE TRUCK telling me to put away my only protection from the frozen hell-drops attacking me from every angle? I pondered the thought for a bit and then continued my walk where of course I ended up at school where my friends(my Washingtonian  sources) and I consulted. They told me that people here don't use umbrellas, that they are "used to the rain" and "prefer to use a raincoat" because it "doesn't bother them". This is probably the most absurd thing I've heard! Then it hit me, because you know how you buy that watch, hat, car or whatever that you wanted and realize that everyone already has it well that's what happened, I noticed all these kids walking in the torrential downpour with only a jacket.

          This entire situation ahs caused me to actually sit there and just think, because with these Washingtonians sometimes you just need to take a minute and contemplate, and after that minute I took another and then another and yet another and gave up because I would love a factual reason for a person to choose a raincoat over an umbrella. That's not even the entirety of the problem. The fact that you are shamed and that it is frowned upon actually makes me stroke my chin because I am bewildered. I could go on and on FOR-EVER but I know that my mom will probably be the only one to read this ever, so why bother? I guess I will just agree to disagree with the entire state of Washington. For now I'm Carson and it's raining.

Introductions

          Hey fam, Carson here! I'm 15 years old, white (just by the way because race seems to be ever so important), eccentric, and boojee! I'm quite extravagant in the way I talk, move, and interact socially (which you will see in video later on). I wish to share my music and aspirations with the world. I love entertaining the public and trying to make people laugh. Music is my passion, my soul, my everything, and I hope to one day pursue it professionally. Other fun facts me include that I have a cat (whose name is Scarf), four fish (Artie, Mojo, Alexis, and Noah), and a lesbian friend (Kaylee)↓

↑This is Kaylee!

Also, I would like to explain that I live in the state of Washington (NOT Washington D.C.) and I just recently moved here as of June 2016 for my Sophomore year at Timberline High School.   

Timberline High School

And if you'd like to see more of me my Instagram is @carsonwith14underscores and my Snapchat is essi42501