Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Personal Mission Statement



Who Am I?

I am Brandon Douglas Fegenbush. son of a Marine, offspring of an artist. My life is organized chaos. I control the important and let the lesser run free. I care and am compassionate. I stand and I fight. I am a mixture of many things and thus am very adaptable. I’m moldable. I’m flexible. I am what I need to be when the time is needed. I am sometimes repetitive, so that others may learn the lesson. Each of us is unique, special and individual and we all have something to offer. We all can give. Life isn’t so much about who you are but what you did. Then again, its what you do that makes you who you are, so really everything you and I do matter. It makes sense. It all makes sense, and in the end it works out.

So what is my Personal Mission Statement? It is thus:

Be yourself but be your best self. Left life happen and control only what you are given to control. Don’t overstep your bounds but admire the different views. And always to thy own self be true. What we do beyond that matters very little. They are means to an end. Make the best end.

Version Two

To the old and blue, the 600 that once was new, a feeling I must confess.
During this time of snow sublime, my soul is in distress.


Part of me died, there in the lot it lies, because of Rexburg's bitter cold. 
That flame and fire, fueled by desire shall no longer the roam the open road.

But from these frosty ashes I shall rise again, a stronger and better man.
To see the sky and walk the line from whence I started and began.

Ode to Blue

Part of me has died today. Frozen to death by Rexburg's bitter cold.
Flame and fire, fueled by desire shall no longer the roam the open road.

But from these frosty ashes I shall rise again, a stronger and better man.
To see the sky and walk the line from whence I started and began.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Rant and Rave?

Although we might not admit it, we all love rants and raves. Why? Because we secretly agree with them.

Forget the Boat, I'm on a BUS!

So check this: I'm on a bus right now, going to Nauvoo on a school trip that I wasn't suppose to be on because there was no room. I might have talked my way onto it. Oh, and are you wondering how I have internet? Well, I might have kinda sorta stole the USB Modem because the WiFi they hooked it up to had a password.

I figured this: "No is only the first answer." and "If it doesn't work, adapt."