So,,,

I bought this book and it's called This is Not a Book. And it's really cool and tells me to do really weird things but I really like it and I plan on posting pictures and stuff soon so keep your eyes peeled.

So we all know the girl from math that steals my items and refuses to give them back correct? Good. Well yesterday we were sitting in class and she stole my class ring off my finger. Not really stole, but I let her see it. Well turns out I forgot she had it until like three periods later. Good news is, is that I was just about to see her again. Bad news is that she wasn't ready to part with it. So i'm like "Hey, can I get my ring back?" She proceeds to run away, I catch her of course and the struggle begins. So i'm trying to rip her arms away from her. As I get down she pushes me up again this pillar/wall thing, but I held on. I grab onto the hand containing the ring and I begin to pry it open, after like a minute of this going on I got my ring back. After I got it back she shrieked "No!!!" And then her and I both walked on like nothing had happened. All the while many people passed up outside and walked on like nothing was happening. I could have been trying to rape her, good job Parkview way to let some innocent girl get raped.

The End.

Spring Break.

I realize it has been quite a few days/weeks/ whatevers since I last blogged but i've been not busy doing nothing. So yeah. But here comes a really long blog. So almost be excited! Yeah!

So here I am in Charleston, my home town. I spent some of the best four years of my life here. Some people might say wtf? There's no beach. No there isn't, but I don't mind. I wanted to come here, and see some of my past. Here I had my first kiss, I had my first "heart break" if you can call it that, here I first remember crying, here I was almost poisoned to death. All of these stories I will go into detail very shortly.

Saturday-

My morning began with a phone call from Robert. It was roughly 10:50. He called and was like "Hey, can I come over now?" I responded with something like "Why so early? (in a very groggy tone)" and he was like "Dude i'm supposed to be there in like 10 minutes" And I was like "No way it's not even close to eleven." He then told me the time, I said a few four letter words and I began to rush getting my things packed as he drove over. My mom came home from her haircut and we loaded up in the car and hit the road. It was a five hour drive. A VERY long five hour drive. I don't think you know how long five hours is. It's three hundred minutes! Yeah, it was long though. So we get in, and the hotel looks like a castle, like legit. We took all of our stuff to the room, blah blah blah etc. Ate dinner. Food. Later that night Robert and I went into the hot tub and there was this weird man with his wife and kid, he was old, and reading star wars. Wtf? Who reads that? I mean you're freaking married with kids, it's time to grow up pal. Pedo. -.- Afterwards we went and chilled out in the hotel lobby, on the look out for females. Once while riding in the elevator there was this gothy-ish emo chick who was totally trying to hit on me. Too bad I wasn't interested. Day 1 end.

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Sunday-

Happy resurrection of Jesus day! Yes, Easter. Woke up, went running, ate breakfast, brought my mom breakfast in bed, walked around looking for open shops, found none, went to subway, went to the beach. At the beach I enjoyed myself quite a lot. First I took a nap and got burnt as anything because I refuse to wear sunscreen. See here's how it works. I'm a cheap person, I mean if we were dating (assuming you're a girl) I would spend money on you, blah blah (Not to say money makes a relationship or anything because I know you aren't a gold digger). So here's how it works. You go to the beach, get burnt as anything and wait a few days and you're a nice golden brown. Yes you will experience some pain but isn't that better than paying money going to a tanning bed and looking orange like a freaking oompa loompa? Yes? Good. So my skin is red, but i'll be brown soon, and it only took one day. Eat it. So at the beach, Robert and I did many things, took a walk, saw no cute girls, but really hot women (like in 20's), played Frisbee(which failed because it was windy), played paddle ball (which failed because Robert sucks with motor skills, a LOT!), we went into the ocean really deep, we ran out, he beat me because waves don't like me, and out of no where three girls came within a certain distance of us. It wasn't all up on us but it was within shouting distance, no doubt. They began to throw a softball around and kept "missing" the ball and trying to start conversation with Robert and I, I wasn't interested so I just kept on with our games, Robert and I then began pegging each other with a water ball thing, I won because he has terrible aim, and I throw harder. That night we went on a tour of a haunted jail. Over roughly one hundred years over thirteen thousand people were killed "I believe." Here's a bit about the place, if you're interested. http://shadowboxent.brinkster.net/LEMUR/charlestonoldcityjail.html

After that we went into the lobby and scoped out for girls. There were none.

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Monday- That's today! It is, so today we went around shopping. Everything is expensive here, but everything is expensive everywhere I suppose. Tax ranges from like 7.5-9.5% how odd right? It's pretty weird if you ask me, but it's no big deal. I bought a book, which you will probably see me carrying around as well as doing other random things with. After we went shopping we went to this zoo thing. I went there before when I was younger, when I was four or so. There are many animals, like bison, and pumas, and otters, and other aminals. <-- like aminal crackers. And right before we were about to leave I was bit by a copper head. (a VERY poisonous snake. Which could have easily killed me if it had bitten me fully.) I remember going in an ambulance, and crying, and that's about all. I was put under for a few days. They had some complications. They being the doctors. They didn't want to use anti-venom because it may have been too strong for my body to handle. It could have potentiality killed me. So they "sucked" if you will the venom out of my leg. It's impossible to get out all of the poison so to this day I still have a bit of venom in my blood. Not enough to kill me or anything but still. Then we went to my mom's hospital that she worked at when I was a child. Next door was a daycare that all of the employees took their children to. There I met the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful, and she never had periods, which meant she was never bitchy. Who cares if she was only six. So on her birthday she had this party, and during this party she kissed me. It wasn't some huge make out scene but it was my first kiss. Her name was Sawyer Brown. I'm not sure if she spells Sawyer that way but still. Find her and make us fall in love. Thanks. After that we went to my first house. I don't remember much but it had a cracked ceiling with glow in the dark stars on it. I remember my mom telling me that Santa had fallen on it and cracked it. After that we went to dinner. Blah blah. While at dinner a noes goes situation came up. Robert and I usually do other things such as elbow goes, and toes goes. Well me being the clever guy I am I said "Will's dick goes", so I gently placed my hand on my crotch and that was that. A few minutes pass by and everything is fine because I won, except for when Robert squared me up and kneed me in the crotch. Ow. Ow. Did I mention Ow? Then we went back to the hotel for hot girl steak out night three. There was this girl, wearing a tight fitted dress( take that as you will) and was pretty as anything.So Robert and I watched her in a (not) stalkerish way, to see which room she went into. Robert and I had to devise a plan to get her away from her parents and into the lobby with us. So here was the plan. Find a girls item and go to the room, say something like your daughter dropped this in the lobby, hope she would come to the door, and the convince her to come chill with us. That wasn't good enough. So we got a marker and wrote my cell on a chapstick tube. So we go to the area where her room was and there was actually three other rooms we couldn't see. Great. Long story short no one admitted to having a daughter. Two people wouldn't even open their doors. No big deal though. So here's to you girls with a nice ass, I mean tight fitting dress.

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Girls today I wanted to pull that I was actually attracted to-1

Pictures will soon be post on facebook. If you want to see them then add me, just make sure you put a message saying that you read my blog or else you will probably be denied.

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Leaches

So, I have a bit to talk about today. I have three stories. And two things i'm going to rant about. I haven't a good rant in all of two post. So here it goes.

I am a baseball player. I play shortstop and center field and my coach thinks I can pitch which is an epic fail. (This next part can get a bit hairy so stick with me) So my cup sometimes traps my pubes up against my skin and it hurts really bad. So the other day I took a shaver and I cut them off. Just imagine like using scissors to cut down a forest. To say the least it was hard and I was pretty unsuccessful. So I go to school blah blah blah. I come home and I see my bathroom light on. Did I leave it on that morning? No I didn't. My dad was in there, shaving his face with my shaver. = Epic win. Karma's a bitch. I made sure to wait until he was done to tell him where it had been.

So there's this girl, who's my best friend. I have about 8 best friends so yeah. And everyone on the planet thinks that her and I should get married, but we aren't going to. So one day we were walking to class together and like we walk in the door to the class and I take a quick glance for any teachers. Our teacher wasn't there. So I proceed to make a gesture as though I am zipping up my pants while making a great zipper sound effect and following up by saying "Thanks Katie." (Inferring that she had just gone down on me.)

So we've been doing this GHSGT- Georgia high school graduation testing, and it's this test that allows us to graduate? Pretty self explanatory I suppose. So we finish and I begin to write a note to this girl, and she's really cool. So we finish writing and there's still like an hour left and I crumple the note up and start talking to her. She spots a small basketball hoop thing on a cabnent <--idk how to spell that. And she's like "I bet you can't make it" So me being the competitive person I am I take a minute to aim and I toss it. Nothing but...nothing. I miss horribly but then this guy behind her took a shot. He missed too. And then someone else took a shot, and then someone else and then everyone in the class was sitting there shooting. It was kind of awesome. And I made the most with three baskets. And our test proctor was freaking out because she as subbing for the actual proctor and it was in his room and we kept hitting pictures/ blinds/ a lot of breakable items. Win.

Let's rant! Is that spelled with an R? Or is there a W in front of it? Idk.

So. I've talked about being "That guy" before correct? I have, and if you don't remember then you should stalk me more and read my older post. So I don't want to be "That guy." I don't ever want to be "That guy." And I could be "That guy" but i'm not sure if i'm "That guy" and all I want is for you to tell me if i'm "That guy." Is that so much to ask? Really, just tell me if i'm "That guy" that thinks he's friends with you but you really aren't friends. We all know this person, the one who sits there and talks to you while small parts of you die inside until there leaves nothing left to kill. Yeah him. The one you tell your friends about how you wish he'd stop talking to you. So yeah, if i'm "That guy" let me know. Kay thanks.

Last thing we have is trust. I am not a trusting person. At all. I don't even trust most of my best friends. Is that a bad thing? I don't think so, I just don't do it. It's not that I hide stuff from them because honestly I don't hide much from anyone. If you ask my a question i'll probably answer it, i'll answer anything really, not a big deal. There's really no such thing as a "personal life" in my perspective so stop making it such a big deal. But when I do trust you and I ask something of you, and you say that it will/ probably will happen then I expect you to follow through. If you don't though i'm totally okay with that. Just tell me it isn't going to happen, or just say no to begin with. I don't want to be sitting at a bus station at three in the morning in the pouring rain because your dog has leukemia and you didn't text/ call me so I could make other arrangements. But no, instead i'm sitting at the bus station in the rain, without a poncho if I may add, waiting on you to show up but you never do but I think you're on your way so I don't try to get anyone else to come get me, and I don't want to call you because you shouldn't have to be reminded because you're someone who I decided has earned my trust to a point of where you should remember, and I doubt you ever forgot, I doubt you were even going to come in the first place, you just said you would so i'd be content, and there you go, blowing me off, making me "That guy", the guy whom I REALLY REALLY don't want to be, thanks for giving me phenomena. And the worst part is I have fucking leaches who bit holes in my skin and they're slowly sucking the blood/ life from me and I feel like there's nothing I can do.

I enjoy how I can be in a pissy mood and still make great jokes.

The End.

So.

There's ads now on my blog. Feel free to click them. Because that means that I get paid monies. Which makes me smiley. So yeah, have fun. Just don't go overkill on it.

Sorry about yesterday's post. It showed a weaker more fragile side of me.

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I'm scared.

We'll get to the title in a minute.

Weird stuff is happening. We all remember the whole thing about the asking to prom yes? Yes. Good. Well someone sent my best friend a balloon on St. Patrick's Day. Nothing weird right? WRONG. It was from me. But not me. Like someone sent it from me, but it wasn't from me. Wtf right? I think it's cool how someone continues to pull jokes on me. I wish you'd tell me though, and I could prank you back. Then we could have good laughs about it. If you'd rather stay anonymous though I totally understand. Nbd- No big deal.

So, about me. I am an emotional person. I allow my emotions to control my life and also most of the decisions I make. If i'm in a good mood nothing else even matters. You can come and bitch me out I could almost care less. If i'm in a bad mood i'll bitch you out and the next day i'll expect you to think nothing of it. If i'm in one of those needy/sappy moods i'll tell you i'm sorry and follow up with a long list <-- i'm good at listing. About why I need you in my life. Blah. I also do things I wouldn't normally do. This blog is one of the things I wouldn't do. I'm not usually one to just give you my feelings, they're mine, you have to earn them and right now I (the non emotional me) doesn't want to share them but I (the emotional me, that consumes me right now) thinks that it's a good idea.

Mood #3- I'm scared. There's this girl, and I like her. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Like so much, a lot. Take a lot and multiply it by a lot, then raise it to the power of a lot, and after all that you still aren't even close. And i'm afraid someone's going to ask her to prom. No one in particular but still. I don't think she wants to go with me now (there's problems kind of) but I don't want her to go with anyone else. But I doubt that she won't go when she gets asked. It being prom and all. I'm freaked out, and I know that I should be doing something else other than sitting here blogging but I don't know what to do. I'm confused, and scared, and scared, and scared. I'm shaking right now. I want to punch a wall. I've felt like that a lot lately. I can't do it at school because it'd hurt because of the concrete walls and I can't at home because i'd break a wall. She just makes me so mad and I get jealous as easy as hell. -Sigh- But I still care about her so much that it doesn't even matter how mad I get at her. Fuck.

I feel defeated after writing that. Like there's nothing I can do. Help please. I'm so lost.

The End.

So. This week/weekend= awesome.

It all started on Friday with an asking to prom. After 5th period I approach my locker and I put in the numbers 49-32-11 and I pop my locker open. To my surprise my books have been moved around. No i'm not ocd and can tell when one little hair has been placed but this was noticeable. My text books were stacked up on the sides of my locker with a binder laying across the gap to make a nice little shelf of sorts. On top of this shelf there was a note. It read "Prom? -Dawn Abella" In a big orange font. Dawn Abella? Who is she? I don't know her. So I continue through out the rest of my day confused as anything. I finally figure out that she's a asian, black, dark skinned, cannibal from Russia. Needless to say not all of this was true (I'm still not sure about the cannibal part.) So I do what we do in our modern times and I "facebook" her. I send her a message asking her if it was meant for me etc. etc. She said that she didn't do it. o.O <-- that's my face after reading the message. So, here's the deal. Some random person knows my locker combination and is asking me to prom using a code name. I really want to know who it is. I think it was a great prank. Well played you sneaky devil, well played.

Next order of business. I was over at a friends house last night. Roughly 12:30 I believe. And my friend fell asleep. It's only right to draw obscene drawings and such on ones face correct? Well I didn't know where the markers were. So instead I shot him with about fifteen nerf darts. He woke up when I shot him in the face. "IN THE FACE!" -The Hangover. Oh and this morning I went to leave his house and I left my cell phone at his house. So I went back and ran into his house, ran to where my phone was, and picked it up and ran back out without saying a word. They were in the room with my phone. It was slightly awkward but I felt like a huge ninja.

I was also talking to my best friend last night. She's black. Yeah. Woot. Way to point out people's races. And she told me that i'm really all or nothing. Allow me to explain. I'm going to be Will, i'm not going to be the Will you want me to be or the Will I expect you want me to be. When I first meet someone i'm not going to act any differently just because I want you to like me. Because in the end you'll end up seeing the "real me" and if you don't like it then you're dumb, and I wasted my time trying to be someone who i'm not. I feel like many people say that about themselves and I guess it's true. But I'm different, and I'm special because I'm different and I'm special. You don't know other people like me. I'm so outspoken, and irrational, and lots of other really seemingly bad traits that actually make me very unique and fun to be around when i'm not yelling at you. (Which should occur if I actually care about you.)

That's all, continue your lives that are hopefully less boring and pointless to me other than the fact that I help keep plants alive by converting Oxygen to Carbon Dioxide. Gotta save the trees right? Yay.

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You don't belong there.

Holy balls. I had like 70 views in like two days. Thank all of you who kept pressing f5 over and over and over and over and over about 65 times.

So today was a pretty great day. I had a great conversation about real, and stuff, and crazy stuff that makes no sense.

Also I was outside walking in the rain. It is one of my hopes that some day I will be able to kiss a girl in the rain, one of those awesome epic kisses like the one in the movies. Like The Notebook. I almost feel bad about talking about that movie like i've seen it because i've never seen it. Oh well. Back to my story! I was carrying two umbrellas. One of course was for myself, the other one I had left at school so it needed to be taken home. This girl stole my umbrella then proceeded to beat me with it, dropped it in a puddle than ran off. I am proud to call this girl my best friend.

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