Fatigued

I”m not technically supposed to rant until Tuesday, but I’m going to anyway because I feel like it, because I want to, and because I can.. and because I’m very upset about how poorly this day went. I”m going to start at last night. READY SET GO!! (FYI I don’t use peoples real names in case they somehow figure out that it’s me that’s writing this which I don’t find very plausible because I don’t tell anyone about it.)

Last night I had a major case of insomnia. I didn’t get to sleep til 3:30 AM roundabouts and it was driving me crazy. Then I get to school (after waking up late, taking a quick shower and eating half of a breakfast.) and I’m like, ” Ok, I’ll just sleep in my first class so that I don’t pass out before school gets out since we never do anything important in that class anyway”

But no, my teacher can’t do that. He decides to give us worksheets about presidents and tells us to look through the book until we find the answers. He didn’t give us page numbers. He didn’t give us the general area in the book. He just said, “Here ya go!” and played computer games the entire class.

*CENSOR*

Then in second I try to sleep again and I can’t because she actually has us doing work and studying for a big test we’re having on Friday, so no sleep there.

*CENSOR*

And since I’ve told you about my day and since you haven’t been asked,

How was your day?

RE: Dylan’s Story

So there was a story type thing posted recently on Random0logie’s Blog about Pierre and his transvestite girlfriend Aquamaquisha.

But what was failed to be mentioned on that post was the adventure that the two of them went on to stop the evil Dr. Piddle Pants, who with the help of his pet dog Toots, attempts to switch all of the regular cups of coffee at the local coffee shop with cups of decaf!!! :O

Toots The Puppy

 

just as Dr. Piddle Pants and Toots were about to switch all of the coffee cups and anger all of the busy businessmen and the donut-lovin’ policemen, Pierre the Blue-hairred, fuzzy faced, transvestite lovin, Swede swung in on his very rare Timmy Turner limited edition windchime and knocked all the decaf coffee to the ground.

And so everyone is saved from drinking decaf coffee and the world is at peace thanks to the sly, cunning, and daring Pierre and the beautiful Aquamaquisha. THE END

Robert et la Pizza

So I had to write an at least 100 word story en français for my french class, it’s not really about anything… But you should still read it! or not. Je ne peux pas.

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Dans l’heure de la nuit, Robert marche rapidement. Il fait froid, et il est en retard. Il dois être à la maison, mais il n’est pas. Robert est à la soirée, quand il oublie le temps. Sa femme (Elle s’appelle Isabelle) n’est pas heureuse, alors quand il arrive, elle fais son pantalons en feu. Elle est méchante, n’est pas?

“Mon pantalons! C’est en feu!” Robert dit.

 Robert n’aime pas ça, alors il frappe elle sur la tête avec une pizza.  Maintenant, elle est mort. Robert est méchant aussi. Robert fais un boisson, et va dans la lit pour la nuit. bon nuit Robert!

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For all you unilingual people out there who don’t speak french….

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Within the hour of the night, Robert is walking quickly. It’s cold and he is late. He should be home, but he is not. Robert was at a soirée, when he forgot the time. His wife (Her name is Isabelle) is not happy, so when he arrives, she sets his pants on fire. She is wicked, isn’t she?

“My pants are on fire!” Robert said.

 Robert does not like that, so then he hits her on the head with a pizza. Now she is dead. Robert is wicked also. Robert makes a drink, and goes to bed for the night. Good night Robert!

It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time!!

So today, I had to make a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich…. lol jk I had to write directions on how to make a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich.  Step. By. Step.

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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas,

And all through the house

Not a creature was stiring

It’s almost the day of Mickey Mouse!

Agaçant will be gone

My day will be great

I can’t believe this is happening!

I can’t hardly wait!

Dogs are better than cats

Anytime, Anyday

It doesn’t matter what others think

It doesn’t matter what others say

Thursday is tomorrow

It indeedly is

But you can make it anything you want

That’s show biz!!

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…. I had a random inspiration, so I wrote that poem. Anyways, I wrote that thing about peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and pretty much BS’ed the whole thing. But anyways enjoy another poem (not the random inspiration one, the actual planned one) along with a song at the bottom

The Sammich Poem

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It’s Peanut Butter Jelly Time!

and I would like to say

That I like to eat sammiches

Every single day

Made by a woman

the way they should be

I hope a woman doesn’t read this

And decide to slap me

But I shall not censor my thoughts

And what I have to say is this

Women are supposed to make sammiches

And bring men happiness and bliss

But a pb&j

does not require

Exact directions and steps

Or an unflattened tire

So people who need

Directions for that

Aren’t very smart

And maybe a little fat

Two slices of bread,

pb, j, and a knife

It’s not that difficult

It should not cause strife

That is all

That I would like to say

So I wish you goodbye

And I wish you goodday

20 Years in the Future… jk I mean 10

So today in my Literature class, we read this short story titled “20 years later…” It was about these two people, ages 18 and 20, who are best friends and are eating out at a diner in New York. One of the friends is planning on moving out west, and the other is planning on staying in New York, and they won’t be able to see each other anymore or keep in contact (This is pre-Facebook era apparently) so they decide that, no matter what, they will meet each other back at that same diner in 20 years.

Twenty years later, the guy that moved out west arrives at the diner first, and waits on his friend. But apparently he is a wanted felon. So the friend who stayed in New York (and became a cop) arrested him. He arrested his BEST FRIEND.

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After we read this story, the teacher assigned us an assignment (shocking!) to write where you think you will be and what you think you will be doing in 20 years…. except he said 10… so I wrote about that and I believe 10 would be easier to write about because in 20 years I will be all settled down and homeboy-ish and I won’t necessarily be that in 10 years…

Anyways I pretty much just made a whole bunch of stuff up and faked that whole story. What I really would want to be doing in 10 years is….

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After I graduate from high school, I would like to go to college for either Economics, Business, Computer Science, or something along those lines. Those aren’t in any particular order, just for your information. I would want to be a professional writer/novelist… except that would require me to take more English and/or Literature classes than I already have to, and I have a major prejudice about English and Literature classes, so I wish to take as few of them as possible. I think I’ve described my opinion on that before, so you can like scroll through my site and see if it’s there. If it’s not and you care enough to want to know my opinion on such thing, leave a comment telling me so. Or just leave a comment telling me anything you would like to know my opinion about or want  me to write about. If it’s good/interesting you might see you topic here in later posts!!

lol jk I’m done advertising myself now. Anyways back to “In 10 years…” I would like to live some place farrrrrrrrrrr farrrrrrr away from Georgia, which is where I currently reside. And I would also like to live in a large city such as (but not limited to)  Chicago, Pittsburg, Phoenix, Des Moines, Kansas City, Los Angeles, etc…  Mostly anywhere except New York, which is far too cliché for my taste.

My house would be two stories with an attic and a basement. The attic for storage and the basement for conversation into a 3rd floor entertainment/party floor, but no blacklights, because overexposure to blacklights can cause skin cancer. Strobe lights, Disco lights, or anything else cool would be great though. I would want the walls of the actual house to be some shade of light blue or aqua, and the basement walls to be painted navy and some highly contrasting color that would cause some groovy psychedelic effects. and the carpeting everywhere would have some groovy design ☺♥♪.

I would like to be married by this point in my life also, or sometime soon at this time. I’m not sure if I would want kids or not, I don’t have names picked out like some people seem to do, and kids are a large financial burden and offer really no obvious benefit except tax returns. That probably sounds really rude and insensitive, but I’m like that☺. Also if you disagree with anything I write or just want to argue/discuss something, please feel free to comment on my post.

I think that’s pretty much it. If there’s anything pressingly important, you may comment and ask my about my personal life if you want to be a creeper like that. That’s all for now. I’m going to try to continue to post a something everyday, so check back again soon!!

About Me….

                                                                       So ever since I was a young boy I have always hated

Me as a baby.

 those “Get to know you” things that they make you do in schools.  When I got out of elementary school I was soooooo happy that I would never have to another one of those bloody things every again, but I was shocked to find out that you still have to do them in middle school!! And even more shocked, nay, TERRIFIED that you had to do them in HIGH school!! As if they offered educational value of any sort to people!!! (which they don’t)

I am a sophmore in high school, and in my computer class that I have as my last class of the day, we started this project where we have to make our own personal website using HTML with whole bunches of personal stuff on it (as if the usual “get to know you” worksheets aren’t enough)

Making the website wouldn’t be difficult, except for the fact that you have to put all that personal stuff on it. Since obviously forcing me to tell them my life story isn’t bad enough, they wanted me to plan out and draw my website on a piece of paper first…. I DON”T PLAN STUFF!!! Like this post that I’m typing now, never did I ever do any planning what-so-ever when writing this, and they expect ME to plan out a whole website page?!?!?

LOL YESS

So she wouldn’t let me start my actual project until I had drawn some sort of plan, so my friend sitting next to me drew it for me Anyways this project is going to take like a week to do and count for a large portion of my grade, and It’s totally pointless and provides personal information about me to people who I don’t really want to have it. But the school is the school and you must do whatever the school says you must do because the school dictates everything in your life (educationally and careeristically) at this point. So what do ya do? Bite your tongue and go along with it.

Anyways I think I’m done ranting for now. Please enjoy this…. Somewhat creepy video :/

Mr. Kazoo (Part Two)

Mr. Kazoo was cornered,

He was cornered like a rat,

By the angry buzzing mob,

Some skinny, some fat.

But tricky he was,

That Mr. Kazoo,

So he cast a magic spell,

And then he said, “MOO!!!!”

He turned himself into a cow,

On purpose? We’ll never know,

Because the mob went, “MEOW!!!!”

And it started to snow.

The mob, they were cats,

And Mr. Kazoo was a cow,

They stayed this way forever,

But I must leave you (for now)

Mr. Kazoo (Part 1)

There once was a wizard named Mr. Kazoo

He was very upset ’cause someone unbuckled his shoe

So he castéd a spell

Sent the offender to hell

But accidentally his finger turned blue

So then the wizard

Named Mr. Kazoo

With a finger of blue and an untied shoe

Became angry at me, and angry at you

But don’t take it personally

Mad at everyone he was

So he castéd a spell so everyone’s ears did buzz

This was quite annoying

As imagine you can

So an angry mob was formed

Between everyone in the land

They were angry at the wizard

Named Mr. Kazoo

With a finger of blue and an untied shoe

So hunt him down they did…..

To be continued

Cow with Unibrow

Once there was a cow.

This cow had a unibrow.

He wanted to shave off his unibrow.

But the cow didn’t know how.

So he hit himself in the head like POW!!

The End for the cow

The Never-ending Story ii

If you have not read or have forgotten what has happened in The Never-ending Story i, Then I suggest you click the link and read it.

So if you remember,

from that post from before,

Our story was told,

About these humans four.

That story I shall continue,

right here and right now,

By using poetic verse this time,

Which is more interesting than a cow.

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When he returned home, the one who went back,

hoping he could live in peace in his shack,

The townspeople, they scorned him,

For leaving the others behind,

Which after searching for days, they still could not find,

So shunned him they did, the one who turned back.

He had to leave the village, and could not live in his shack,

So he packed up some things and a few days worth of food,

But nothing he had could better his mood.

He came to the fork where the other three men were last seen,

Then he reached in his bag and pulled out a bean,

He stared at that bean. He stared and he thought.

He stared at the bean for so long it started to rot.

Then he decided, and he ate the rotting bean,

and headed down the path to the right, where before a castle was seen.

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Oh how tragic!

How tragic indeed!

For the man who turned back, the one who ate the bean.

But now our story takes us,

down a slightly different trail,

so pay attention now, for you don’t want your reading eyes to fail.

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Up in the mountains was a place known as Og,

Where these little people lived, not much bigger than frogs.

Human in appearance, except for their height,

Which as I said before… was very small indeed.

They lived inside rocks, these rocks they called home.

And their diet consists of snake skins and worm bones.

And one of these people, who call themselves Ogs,

was a young little boy, named Sniff Guggle Snog.

Sniff Guggle Snog didn’t think like the rest,

So the others ignored him, and he was labeled a pest.

He wanted to leave The Land of the Ogs,

He wanted to explore. Him, Sniff Guggle Snog.

And one day he saw his chance at hand,

when The Land of the Ogs was approached… by a man.

He had heard about them, Sniff Guggle Snog had,

But back then they were stories, and he thought they were rad.

And rad indeed this human he was,

with that hair on his head and his chin covered in fuzz.

Because under the cover of the mist and the fog,

This young little Sniff planned to leave The Land of the Ogs.