Parents

I never was a big fan of complaining. Well scratch that, I do enjoy complaining and I do enjoy telling other people my problems. I just like to know who knows my problems and I enjoy hearing a response from them. So this post will probably be one of the few I post where I complain.

So today my mom told me she wants to take the TREE down. Notice how it is bolded and all slanty. Maybe you should remember TREE. Okay, so we get home and she begins to get out a box for a light house, and a box for a Santa clause to go in. The TREE decorations were still in the closet. My mother never asked for my help to get them down. My mother never said a word to me. After putting up the light house she sat down on the couch and began to watch some TV. I removed myself from the couch and I went and sat down in my game room and began to play my xbox. I play a few rounds on Call of Duty until my Dad comes home. He walks into the room and ask me if Trent (my best friend) is coming over. I tell him i'm not sure and I reach for my phone to call him. He tells me that he can't come over until the TREE is down. I get up and I walk into the other room where I begin to get scolded because I didn't help my mom get the decoration boxes out of her closet. How was I supposed to know? She never said a word to me. She never asked for help. She didn't even start to get the decoration boxes out. They ask my why I didn't help her and I begin to explain that she never asked and they had nothing to say to respond to that but they just kept repeating that I didn't help her. So i'm in a pissed mood and i'm helping them, doing whatever they ask, keeping my mouth shut, and then I earn some more lecturing. My Dad begins to tell me that making excuses and talking back will always get me in trouble. So from now on am I supposed to not respond when they ask me questions? That is considered talking back right? So I should just not talk. Dumb TREE.

The End.

I'm sorry

I am sorry.

I feel like as of recently i've been making promises that I intend to keep but things just change. Life happens. I promised this girl i've never hurt her, but that changed. I promised this other girl that I wasn't like other people, that I was a great friend, and I wasn't going to stop being her friend no matter what because I understood that there's nothing worth losing a friendship over. But things changed there as well. I'm sorry that neither of you will ever read this. And i'm sorry that neither of you will truly understand how sorry I am. But mostly i'm sorry that I couldn't hold to my word. So, i'm sorry.

I don't want to talk about apologizes anymore but I refuse to change the title. Instead I would like to speak about life.

Things to change. From day to day my ideas alter and change and I don't understand why things like relationships and marriage are even able to take place most of the time. I mean who is to say that when I wake up tomorrow and everyday for the rest of my life i'm going to love you? That's just a stupid promise to make. It really is, and I don't know what makes it so special. Because you both have your name on a piece of paper means you're bonded together forever? What a dumb idea. I mean, I know i'm going to get married and i'm going to hope to not have to get divorced but if it does happen i'm going to get upset, and i'm not going to understand but i'm wrong. People change we do.

Christmas Eve

At my house every Christmas Eve I open up one present. I'm not sure why, but i've always done it. So this year I opened a gift and it was two xbox games, I was stoked.

Sometimes I wonder why Christmas was started. I know because it was the birth of Christ and stuff but like why presents? And why fat men in red suit who have enough cravings for cookies that can last a life time all in one night? Sounds more like a pregnant woman in a red suit, whose having some crazy cravings for cookies, but that still doesn't explain the gifts. Anyways.

As I've gotten older I've begun to notice a few things. Such as, my mother's handwriting and Santa's handwriting are very very similar. My mother AND Santa both use the same wrapping paper. My family always leaves out my Mom's favorite type of cookies for Santa. And every Christmas morning I find those cookies in our outside trash can. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!

Here's how it happens. My mom and Santa probably write the same because they took penmanship classes together because they both need to have good handwriting. Santa probably can't afford to buy all of his own wrapping paper so he ask that every family send him one roll of wrapping paper each year. And I think that everyone's favorite kind of cookie is chocolate chip, so no problems there. And the thing with the cookies in the garbage it's all a big cover up, Santa is lactose intolerant. And EVERYONE knows you can't eat cookies without milk. So Santa just throws them out in hopes that no one notices. But I notice, I do. Santa= Real. :D

Enjoy, notice the eyes. Oh, and if you're a crazy feminist girl who would take offense to a Santa staring at her breast, this is not a picture of that. Santa is staring intently at her red heels.

(He's so checking out her boobs)

The End.

Here's the title.

I have no cool intro, or links, or pictures. But i'll go find one, and time myself on how long it takes. I might forget i'm blogging. So we'll see how that goes.

Here's your link for today. It's pretty good, and funny, and enjoyable. I hope you like it.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2sstek/www.messquoted.com/%253Ftop150

It took thirteen minutes, it would have been shorter but I got held up by DYLAN HASENEI. I heard that those links don't work so I had to make sure this one did. So yeah. Random.

Okay! Let's begin.

I'm digging myself into a hole, and I can't get out and it sucks. And I want to get out, but only sometimes. Let's be vague!

My amazing best friend is back from the military, he's really cool and he's being all militaryish sometimes. Like we were at chick-fil-a and he was like yelling his order because he was trying to be "official sounding" Idk. It was pretty funny. If you didn't laugh I guess it was one of those "I guess you had to be there" moments. I hate when people say that to me.

I almost feel bad that my stories don't make sense and that I also just change topics sometimes. Like just now. But I don't care, and you shouldn't either. Get used to it. I think.

I haven't wrotten? written? writted? writidentendedet? in like a few days. But I guess that's okay because blogs aren't supposed to be updated daily, I have to give you that sense of what, make you have that build up and need, that anticipation that doesn't develop.

I think i'm done, sorry today was so fail. I can guarantee that tomorrow i'm going to hate everything I write and from now on i'll TRY really hard to make it epic.

The End.

Day 6? ish.

What a beautiful night to blog. It may be past my bedtime, and my mother may not know i'm still awake, and my dog my be snuggling up in my pants (in a pile of dirty clothes, not the ones i'm currently wearing), and I may be very irritable and annoyed, but I do find that's the best time to blog and that my introductions are never the same, nor are they ever relevant but that's besides the point, and this is a really long sentence.

So finals, just to set the record straight I didn't really study for any of them, yet i'm passing them with B's (something new for me). Tomorrow is apush and ap lit and comp and I refuse to study for either of them. Why you ask? Because my Dad doesn't understand edujamakation and all he cares about is B's. So as long as I have a B he'll stay off my back. That means I can make a 0 in Ap lip and comp and stuff have a B, and in apush all I need is a 38. I think I could make a 38 if I took the test with my eyes closed, kinda, if someone like put my hand over the bubbles so I knew were to make the little circles.

I'm impatient, I really am. Yet i'm really not at the same time. It just depends. Like I can be content sitting at staring at facebook even though nothing is happening. But I hate waiting a minute between Call Of Duty matches, or awaiting text from people, or awaiting Christmas (which is very near). This year for chirstmas I asked for coal because I have been a bad child. What Santa doesn't know though is that I plan on taking that coal and selling it to the Zimbwabanese for extremely high amount. Like 5000 Zimbabwe dollars (roughly 14 usd)!!!

I think waiting on food is the worst though. Like when you order pizza and you make it delivery. They say 30-40 minutes usually correct? The pizza place is ten minutes away from my freaking house. What are they doing for the other 20-30 minutes? Nope, let's no go there. Just think where their hands have been next time you order a pizza.

I got a new refrigerator. Our old one broke for a day so we replaced it. It's cooler than the last one so it makes my water very chill, which I throughly enjoy. And I want a porcupine.

I want to take his pins <---? and use them as throwing darts for blind children.

The End.

Lieing.

http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=45766

That was the intro by the way. It brought a smile to my face, I also hope you enjoy it.

So today I learned that I lie quite a bit and I don't even think anything of it. I'm sure if you're my friend or if you've ever had a conversation with me that I've lied to you.Uhm, sorry. Someone caught me in a small lie where I said I didn't have any gum and then my friend went through my bag and found some. She then proceeded to tell me how it was kind of cool how I lied to her with such a straight face, and how I looked her straight in the eyes. I took this as a compliment, I suppose it's because I enjoy deceiving people. I really doubt that's a good trait but oh well. If all else fails I guess I could run for president, I could tell everyone that I was going to solve world hunger, and i'd create a sufficient healthcare plan, and that i'd make pigs fly.

The End.

Welcome back.

I was just sitting here reading over the last post I posted. I realized I had a lot of errors. I then thought that it would be nice if I would go back and fix them to make reading my post easier. Sucks, it's not going to happen. If you are crazy ocd and have a problem with it you should edit it, send me the edited version and i'll upload that.

So, finals are soon approaching. That means I have to cram for five days and relearn everything I was supposed to be learning these past five months. What a joy that is going to be. What purpose do finals even serve? Do teachers not understand that everyone just crams their brain full of formulas, equations, and the dates and places pointless events occurred? Oh well, that's beyond me. I believe I have four full paged study guides filled with names and terms to "identify." What is that? Who says identify? Can't they just say define? According to dictionary.com this is the meaning of identify :to recognize or establish as being a particular person or thing; verify the identity of. I really don't understand how "identifying" is going to help me on a test. Until I figure that out i'll stick to defining my words, and I just won't tell the teacher i'm not following the instructions. This is me not listening to teachers. Cute eh?

Is it wrong to talk on more than one subject in a single blog post? I think not. Too bad I forgot the other thing I was planning on talk about. One more picture for the ride home. And for those of you who find my blog lame and unpleasant; "This cat is pushing a watermelon out of a lake. Your argument is invalid"

I want to hear from you all, leave me some comments, feedback, tell me what you want to hear about, don't let me bore you to death about my life. Give me something epic to talk about, and i'll see what I can do.I might even give credit to the person who gave me the idea.

Day 3

Marriage. I watched a play today, and everyone was getting married. These people knew each other for weeks and they knew they were "in love." I do understand that this is a fictional play and that stuff like this doesn't (normally) happen. But it does some times. I've heard stories of people who got married after knowing people for maybe four months. How can you really be sure that you love someone and you want to spend the rest of your lives with them after knowing them for four months?

I guess my biggest fear is choosing wrong. I have a lot of standards. I'm a VERY shallow person. I expect myself to be demanding of my wife when it comes to looks. She doesn't have to be a freaking model but she will have to be someone what decent looking and some what in shape. In other words; No, I am not a chubby chaser. Unless your name is Rosie O' Donnell, I think I can make an exception for her ;) But I feel most people would agree with me, they don't want to wake up to some old bag everyday, but maybe i'm wrong. Some people may love the feel of sweat inside of those rolls. I also believe my wife should be intelligent and can provide for herself. Not that I expect her to provide for up but I don't want her to fully depend on my income. I also would live to be able to have intelligent conversations with a woman other than "Don't my nails look pretty? How do you like my hair? etc etc boring boring." By the way, if you're reading this and you fit this description let me know.

Plus I think age is a pain in the ass. Many women want to get married at a young age, such as early twenty's. What if I meet an older girl when i'm eighteen? She's ready for marriage and I can't even drink the alcohol at our wedding. I'm not going to be ready for marriage and she's not going to be willing to wait (normally). So it's a loose loose situation. I guess that's why the men are usually older. But who am I to say? I'm not getting married.

So pretty much, i'm scared. I think marriage would be awesome, and i'd be so happy if I really met the "right person". If i'm able to find the right person. But at the same time I don't want to pick the wrong person and losing all my money and my kids in the divorce. Bottom line, if you marry me don't take my kids and money. K thanks.

The End.

Am I socially acceptable?

Today while I was sitting in math and some guy around me started talking about the new urinals at our school. As interesting and amazing of a topic this is I kept listening because I had nothing else to do. This girl over heard him and was curious as to what they looked like. I was sitting there trying to describe them but I guess my description wasn't really doing much justice. I suppose my descriptive words such as white, and bowl shaped weren't doing much good for her imagination. So she just walked into the bathroom during the next class change like no big deal. Then it hit me. Was that okay? Could I have walked into the girls bathroom to see the stalls?

I decided that it was NOT and okay thing for me to do. I guess no guy would care if some girl wondered into their bathroom, but if I wondered into a girl's bathroom I would never hear the end of it. "You're a perv" -Hit repeatedly with purses and umbrellas- Why were they carrying umbrellas? It's not even raining. I never know. And this brought me to the topic of socially acceptable.

What is socially acceptable? Who says what is socially acceptable? Who cares?

I suppose something that is socially acceptable when society accepts you. Yeah? Basic enough? No. Okay. It's when you can do something and not get that look from people around you that's like o.O You guys know the look, like when you're in the middle of a test and someone stands up and walks out of the room very slow like. Yeah the look you give that person.

Next thing is that like it had to be four people who decided what was socially acceptable. I guess four caveman friends got together one day and starting trying to think of a way to exclude some people and make themselves seem "better". Such as grabbing their wives by their hair and dragging them around and making them do whatever it is you please. I'm still not sure why our generation changed the caveman's way of life. Sexism- It's so easy a caveman can do it.

Who cares? I cares! I believe everyone cares. I'm not just talking about style of clothes and what not, but people do wear clothes. Because you're looked down on society if you don't wear clothes. Who's idea was it to wear clothes anyway? See, had a different group of four people had thought to make it socially acceptable to not wear clothes we'd be all walking around naked (maybe).

Here's an examples that we see everyday.

Do you ever listen in on other people's conversations? I know I do. I hate when people are talking about something and you aren't really "in" the conversation and they talk about something you want to make a comment on. I hate getting the normal teenage response "This is a rake and shovel conversation, no hoes allowed" so I usually just keep my mouth close. Why do I do that? Because society tells me that I shouldn't just jump into someone's conversation.

I never knew what was so wrong with this look. Ladies is this not your dream man?

The End.

Day 1

I'm really not sure why this was labeled day one, i'm sure I won't update this daily and i'm sure that by the next time i'm going to forget what day it should be.

Let me apologize in advance for anyone I may offend. I'll try to be "politically correct" with the terms I use.

I'll also try and keep name dropping to a minimum.

If you don't like me, or don't like my blog then don't read it, it's easy as that. I don't need you spamming the comments saying how uncool I am and other crap like that.

I'll try to keep it interesting, I think i'm interesting, but that could just me be.

If you have suggestion i'd love to hear them, if you want me to talk about a certain topic or something i'd love to do that.

I will be posting pictures, and other things I find to be very entertaining, if you find that you don't like them or if they're crude then don't keep coming back. It's really that easy.

I'll try not to vent to much, though I find it quite enjoyable.

I want you guys to comment on it! It doesn't even have to be anything meaningful, just tell me that you liked it, or i've had better. Anything at all really, just be nice.

I'm going to edit this many times before I just leave it be. (This is the third edit)

For anyone who just randomly stumbled onto my blog that picture is of me. I'm sixteen, I love sarcasm and will be using it regularly, my names Will, i'm about 6ft1. That's really about all you need to know.

As of recently i've been getting more and more fed up with Facebook. I understand that the staff felt the need to alter or as they call it "upgrade" it but there was no need for that. If anything it should be an option to use this "upgraded" Facebook. The new wall system is terribly annoying.

Yes Facebook I would like to know exactly who each one of my friends added, Yes Facebook I would love to see exactly what people are saying to each other. Can I please have a little bit of privacy? I understand that if you post something on a wall it can be viewed by everyone but still, it doesn't need to be on the news feed. This is just promoting people to become stalkers. As if we don't already have enough of those.

The chat isn't that great of a feature either. I like that I can chat with people, given it isn't down for maintenance, or I keep getting the sending message, or Facebook says they're online and they sign off right when you enter a message. But other than that I have no problems with it. It's a great tool for communication, I am able to ask out girls without the harsh feelings of reject, or I can be a forty year old man trying to seduce sixteen year old girls, but that's besides the point.

The new security feature is such a hassle. I mean does it really matter that i'm a online predator? I really don't think it should. As long as i'm not doing anything wrong I really don't think I should have to enter 10 letters every time I want to post something. Can't Facebook's staff see that i'm not an automated robot? Guess not. Soon we'll be having to enter long fifty digit long codes and there won't even be a point to post anything on anyone's wall.

The last thing i'd like to address is the applications. I don't count photos, marketplace, and the other basic ones an app so just disregard those in this. There are so many apps to date it's ridiculous. There are more than ten thousand. I think I may have about five. It's not that I don't get around to using a lot of apps, it's just that i delete them because I hate getting the notifications. 10 new notifications. -Click notification box- 17 of your friends have just taken a quiz about unicorns, take the quiz now and see how you compare? 33 of your friends have just joined online predators anonymous, send them a gift to welcome them now. I really don't care that much. I do like bumper stickers though, I find good use of them and I actually use them every once in a while. Farm ville is a terrible app. I really don't care that you have puny looking crops, and that you found a sad looking cow on your farm. Do cows even have emotions? It's not even realistic. Where are all the workers and pesticides? And the illegal substances used to make the crops grow faster and bigger, don't forget those.

The End.