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.

Girls pulled today- 1

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.

Girls pulled today-3

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.

Girls pulled today-0

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.

The End.

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.

The End.

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.

The End.

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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The End.

I love being obsessed with you (So i've been told)

Weird title eh? Yeah it happens. I did point it out so you would notice it. I'm not sure why I wanted you to notice it but I did want you to see it. I feel like I should explain why I wrote it but I don't think I will. Maybe that'll be for another day.





Sorry it's taken so long for me to blog. I know half of you have my blog set as your homepage and you sit there refreshing it waiting for my next post. I guess i've been busy? 5 baseball practices since last Thursday, one tomorrow, gag. I enjoy baseball and all but it gets old. I have had free time to post but I've been really thinking about what I wanted to say. And the thing is that most of the things I wanted to say I've decided that I shouldn't or that I might/would regret on a later date and time. Or maybe just a later time depending on how fast things progressed. I guess I may end up telling you.





I think it's cool how I can personalize this. When I say "You" you think "Me" and not "Whoever is reading" so I can use "you" and actually be talking about any and everyone who reads this. How great. I want You(the reader) to feel special, like I'm writing this just for You.









I hope that picture is big enough/clear enough to read. If not then I fail. Not a double negative double fail, but just a straight up normal fail. Don't fail at me please.



The End.

Webassign = fail

So this weekend I as well as one of my webassign friends were working on webassign. Suprising right? A webassign working on a webassign with me. So there was a multiple choice question with one submission left and the answer was debatable between two answers. So she let me log onto her account and we we're both logged on at the same time and we both selected the answer that we believed was correct. She counted down from three and we both clicked submit. Anticipation was building. What was going to happen? Would webassign explode? Sadly it didn't but she did get the answer correct. We did this again on her webassign to get another one correct. When we tried to do it on mine it failed to work. I was very upset.

This space bar is so fail right now. It only works like once every five times I click it. I'm really getting annoyed.

The End.

It's party time children.

Hello. How are you? Having a good night i'd assume. Who knows though. You could be stuck at some persons house with your hands tide but you pulled out your itouch hacked the internet at the persons house and then got onto my blog before you get raped. But idk, it could be anything. I, myself am at a "party" of sorts. There's like 8 people here. And we're all just here doing nothing. Some people are on laptops. Such as myself. Others are just doing nothing. It's decent.

So, today I experienced something really awkward. We all have those people that THINK we're friends with them but they really aren't. You know? Like you don't like them, and you don't want to talk to them but you don't want to tell them so they just continue to ask you to chill and talk to you. It's really lame. I don't want to be that person. Let me know if I am and i'll leave you alone. Kay thanks!

In social studies I was talking to these two girls and they were telling me about how I could pull things off that other people can't. I mean we all can but i've never really thought about it. Like i'm allowed to play with her hair and junk but if anyone else does she flips out. I thought I was pretty special. You should give me special privileges, I want to be special. So yeah. It can be anything. If it's letting me play with your hair, or like ask personal questions on a frequent basis, or other crap. Idk, nor do I care. But I like privileges. I swear it took me like three minutes to spell privileges. It was so freaking hard, wtfail.

The End.

Winky face.

Hey guys. I like to wink. It's creepy. It makes others feel awkward. That's why I enjoy it. Stop making it awkward i'll stop winking. Case and point. A very dull meaningless boring point, but a point none the less.

So. I watch the bachelor. It's kinda really good plus it makes my emotions go crazy. Which has good and bad effects on me.

Good: It makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Bad: It makes me want to go and try and charm any girl within a virtual light year. (That means all girls ever, unless there are some that live light years away and i'm not sure about them. I think I could be attracted to alien chicks. As long as they had like normal amounts of arms, or if they could hide the extra ones. The extra ones would be good for like multi-tasking. Cleaning, cooking, taking care of our alien/human baby. That was a long side note. Plus it's sarcasm.

Girls= Guys.)

So yeah, watch out girls because when Monday nights come i'm going to try and hit you up (not really).

I like to argue. A lot. Lets argue sometime. About anything, everything, the whole unicorn vs. big foot debate about which is better. I'd rather something better. Like relationships, or religion, abortion, weed. I like to learn, I like to hear other people's points of view. Giggle. Giggle.

I think surprise kisses are totally okay. Especially spontaneous ones. And I don't think the person who got kissed should be upset/mad in any way shape or form. It's not like they're stealing your virginity. They should be flattered, someone feels so much emotion for you that they can no longer express their emotions in words so they use physical actions. How awesome. Emotions are awesome. This hasn't happened to me but i've recently been thinking about preforming one of these but I didn't because I was afraid and I didn't want awkwardness. I was hoping I could give my self some verification and approval but it didn't work. Even if you told me it was okay I wouldn't care. I mean I would, but I doubt it would change anything. Oh well. No surprise kiss for you. How sad.

The End.

What a bad day for emotions.

I have emotions. I'm not some heartless demon. I experienced about three today, and they were pretty intense. So here comes three totally unconnected and irrelevant stories. I'm not sure how funny this will be, so don't hate me. This is my online journal. I'm here to talk about random stuff. So yeah. Here's my words.

This morning I got on the bus (as usual) and I suppose my bus driver was in a particular bitchy mood. Once we arrive at school she turns around to talk to us and she's all like blah blah blah. She was talking about how we shouldn't use our cell phone because it interfears with the signal on the radio. She doesn't even use the radio. Like ever. So why does it even matter? It's like making sure you have enough milk in your refrigerator and being lactose intolerant and living alone. OH MY GOODNESS! THIS MILK I CAN'T DRINK HAS EXPIRED! I BETTER GO BUY MORE!!! I bet some people actually do that. She's said she that administrators knew we used our phone, she said that she knew, and that other bus drivers knew. Wtf? Was she going around telling everyone at how BAD she is at her job? Who cares if they know. Administrators don't stress us about using them on the bus. Other bus drivers should be worrying about their own kids rather than the kids on my bus. And we know you know. We don't care that you know. We negative no care that you know. She also said that she could see them in our lap. Just to make sure I got really low in my seat and peeked my eyes over the seat and looked into her mirror over head. By no means could she see into my lap. Tomorrow I plan on holding a sign using bad (Spelling is hard. Spell check sucks. I tried to use vagular but spell check wouldn't fix it, and I couldn't figure it out. So you get a bland word like bad) language in my lap and see if she has any comments about it. She then starts talking about how we never sit in the correct seats and how she needs us to sit in the right seat so she can know when to stop and let kids off. In the last week she has stopped at a stop when no one was getting off. WHAT A FAIL! Go ahead lady and contradict yourself. The next day she completely missed some kid's stop. She then proceeds to make it some huge big deal and blame the kid. It's your fault you dumb lady. Geesh. Bring us back the cool black dude who didn't give a care about what happened.

In sociology today we were debating rules and laws that should be passed by the government about driving. For some reason there are these two black girls who always get really emotional. Not like tears and stuff but they take stuff in an offensive and I usually think that they need to chill out. Today was not one of those days. Today it was some white dude. They were discussing how the 10mph comfort zone was still in place. Where you can go 10mph over and not get a ticket. This is how it went down.

Guy: "It's not a law"

Girl:" Yeah it is"

Guy:" No it's not"

Girl: "Yeah it is"

Guy: "Was I talking to you?"

Girl: -Begins to freak out and was like oh no he didn't-

Yes you idiot. You were talking to her. You said something, she responded, you responded to her response, she responded to you, you responded with a stupid ignorant comment. That's not how you prove a point, by being an ass like that and trying to make others look bad. Give some evidence, as good as an argument "No it's not" is, it just doesn't do it for me. There's no reason to even be a jerk like that. It's not even that big of a deal nor does it even effect you if you convince the other. I'm not really a big fan of either of them but I really don't like him.

This isn't an emotion I had today but he's one of those guys that makes comments on everything. And he think he's is just God's gift to us because he is so funny. He's not. Not close. Not at all. He's so ignorant. He believes he doesn't have to follow American laws because his culture has different standards and laws. Well guess what, this is America. You can either follow them, end up behind bars, or get the hell out because we already have enough ignorant people we don't need more. He's very vague when he speaks which gets really really annoying. Example: We were talking about how cultures find it bad to be a cannibal. -Ignorant kid raises hand-: Well in some cultures it's accepted and expected for people to eat each other.

Teacher: Like which ones.

Ignorant kid: -Silence-

IDIOT! If you don't know what you're talking about then STFU and stay quiet. I'm not a big fan of his. Can you tell?

Lastly, I felt guilt. My teacher has been out and we've been given reading assignments and I didn't want to read one so instead I talked all period. She gave a quiz over them today. She told us not to waste her time if we hadn't read one of the stories. I had to write "I didn't read" in one of the answer slots. She asked one thing of me. It wasn't hard, or long. Read a few pages in a book. Not a difficult thing. I just chose not to. I felt really bad. I didn't talk for quite some time. And when I did my voice was very weak and unstable. The almost crying voice. I wasn't going to cry. I just felt so bad. When people are disappointed in me, or let down I just fell like the worst person ever. I don't handle guilt well.

Thank you online diary for allowing me to put this onto you. Unleashed. Now share it with the world.

The End.

I've been dreaming of a white Valentine's Day.

It is almost Valentine's Day. The day of love and red. White + Red= Pink. The day of massive amounts of balloons and candy and flowers and cliche marriage proposals. The day when my mommy buys me candy. Yup, that's about all the good I ever get out of it. I'm not sure why but I never seem to have a significant other during this time so it's usually boring.

So today during the day at school I saw countless number of balloons. COUNTLESS. It's ridiculous. What's the deal with balloons? Does a balloon signify love? Why wouldn't you just use that money to buy them some gift? Or a better gift? But a balloon, really? Do you hope that they'll float away and never see them again? I've seen it done before. I just...you know....I just want to pop them all. It's not a big deal. Like poking balloons with pens. And watching them pop, looking around all innocently like you have no clue what happened. Even if there was no one else in the hall. I'd walk up, pop the balloon and look around mystified. When they kept staring at me wondering why I did that i'd just look at them and be like "Spontaneously com-busting balloons, what's up with that?" and then i'd walk off pretending to fail at whistling.

This was me in the halls. Minus the smiles.

I had a snow ball fight. It was great. My hands got cold. I nailed my best friend with a snow ball. I loved it. Get off my blog. Go play in the snow you fools. I'm not that cool. (Don't tell me that though)

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HELL YEAH!

Over 1,000 views. Keep it up.

I'm proud of you who decide that my pointless life is good enough for you.

I be jammin' to dem beats shaughty.

Hey. How are you doing. Good I hope? Look to the right, or turn up your speakers. There are new songs? :o The thing automatically shuffles? :o It has a new skin? :o

New songs + Auto shuffle + New skin= Epic.

So yeah, that's about it for today.

If there's certain songs you want to hear let me know. I can add them to the list (maybe).

I want to hear what you guys are into. I like just chill stuff, no hardcore rock stuff, no crazy fast rap, nothing that has a lot of really bad words. Just easy going stuff, relaxing. Make it trigger emotions, I love music like that. So yeah, just talk to me.

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Hey, my name's Will. I just want to be your super hero boyfriend.

Welcome! It has been a long time friends (I'd assume you're my friend). I've been doing nothing a lot, it's actually very time consuming. What's that? You're curious about the title? No, it's not a lyric (I don't think) but it could be a good one. I was sitting in spanish, and I was talking to this girl and I was telling her what I want in a relationship, what I like in a girl, and she was like "You want to be a superhero boyfriend." Holy cow. She was totally right. That's what I want. Someone who figured out what i've been trying to put into words for ever. I want to be that perfect guy for some broken girl. Fun eh? I would think so. If you guys are so inclined to know I might post what I want and blah blah some other time so you guys can tell me all about your friends who are broken. Good plan? No.

Hehehe a holy cow. What a fail.

You guys want some comedy eh? I feel like that's all I am to you all, to my friends, to everyone. Oh well, I enjoy it. Let's all have a good laugh. I'm not talking about a LQTM-(Laughing quietly to myself), but I think we all deserve a good Lol, or even a roflmao. Which ever is your kind of thing. Watch this. Even if you aren't a video game person you will have a good time watching. I realize it's long. Give it three minutes and if you don't like it then i'm sorry i've failed to entertain. You might want to try pulling teeth or touching your hands to a stove set on high. I also hear that can lead to a good time. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yPo84-ve7Hk

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Races races I come in first!

This weekend while at the World of Coke they added a new security feature. Outside they now have metal detectors and people there to "feel you up." In front of my family there was an African American man who made the sensor go off. He had to empyt his pockets, take of piercings, take off his belt, jacket, shoes, anything that ALMOST resembled metal. After he got finished my mother dropped her keys into the bin and walked through "Beep." The security told her that it was fine to go through. After I went through I looked over to my left to see an indian man who was getting wanded. I thought it was great how they said nothing to my white mother but they put the African American and the Indian man through hell. LQTM- Laughing quietly to myself.

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I'm at skool. Oh noes! There's be the techer.

Hey. This is an eskimo.

So. The other day I went to the airport to pick up my Aunt. She flew in from Alaska. That doesn't mean that she's an eskimo. Nor does she look like that ^. Nor does she ice fish for her food. Nor does she drive a snow mobile. Nor does she own a pet penguin or polarbear. Nor does she live in an igloo. Nor does she put her drinks outside in the snow to keep them cold. Nor do they play hockey everyday of their life. Nor are they all lumber jacks. Nor do they only eat seal blubber. But! They do have some of the worst leadership in the world. Sarah Palin...

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Hi, wave at me now please. Kay thanks.

So today I was in Physics with the amazing, and talented Ms. Parker. And class had just let out and my wife and I (Katie) had stayed in our seats like we usually do because we just chill in her class for a bit to have our "special" time together. Ms. Parker is even cool about it, she like pretends not to see. What a cool Kat. <--- yeah you. So she's across the room and she looks over at us, and her and I both spontaneously wave at the exact same time, and our hands go down at the same time. She noticed this and told me. So by that point I was already on my feet and a few feet away from her. Then we were suddenly in an old western scene and I was wearing cowboy stuff. And we were on opposite sides of an open ally in town. There was no one around, so much no one that I saw tumble weed tumble by. There was the sound of swinging doors closing. But there was no one there. So there were we, in a stare down. Our fingers in our belt loops, ready to draw at a moments notice. The anticipation was killing me. Could we do it? Would it be possible for us to wave at each other at the exact moment once again? COULD IT BE DONE I ASK! The thought flashes into my eyes and my hand raised.....so did hers. The wave begins, it last for ever. Sweat is dripping from the bill of my hat, with my free hand I wipe the sweat from my face. The easy part was over, now we just had to finish at the same time. This moment was like our first kiss, it couldn't be short, but then it couldn't be too long. I quickly lowered my hand. Her hand fell also. It could be done. It has happened. Owned.

Sorry this was so fail today, it was a special request. I bet you can't guess whom it was requested by. Btw Katie and I aren't dating. I just wrote that stuff in there to give it some good dramatic effects. But we are getting married.

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Hello all.

It has been a few days since I have posted last. It's okay though, i'm sure no one noticed. And if you did notice then that's great. +1 cookie for you.

Dam, those cookies look good.

So. This weekend I was at publix with my mother. I always drive the cart because I am constantly trying to find ways to show me mother I can be a good driver. I guess it doesn't really help when I fly down isles making sharp turns and sometimes (a good bit of the time) losing control and almost hitting others, and the shelfs. <--- That had noting to do with the story I had planned on telling. So there was this old bag restocking the orange juice ( a personal favorite of mine) and I needed some orange juice. But the kind of orange juice I wanted wasn't there. But I KNEW that the lady had the kind of orange juice I wanted. I didn't want to be like "Hey lady, where my orange juice" because she'd be like "All you young whipper snappers and your orange juice" her teeth would fall out, she'd ask me to hold them for her, etc etc. So I just picked one off the shelf that was similar to the kind I wanted. I slyly looked at the date of when it would spoil and it was like in a week. (Normally it was like a month or two) And the old bag didn't say anything! She was like yet to restock it but she wanted me to buy the old orange juice. What a jerkasarausrex right? So later after she moved over and was restocking some other type of lame juice I ran back up there and switched them out all ninja like. And then I rode off on my shopping cart of justice, really fast like.

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10:53

At this time I began writing this blog post. On a weekday? Doesn't that mean school? Yes it does, i'm sitting in fourth period. :o Bad boy. I know. Oh well.

So this picture is a picture of my favorite animal in the whole world. It's a white fox for those of you who didn't know. It's the fastest land animal, the fastest flying animal, and eats mostly anything but really likes sharks, jellyfish, and lockness monsters. (That does imply it can swim)


Sorry it's so short, i've been boring lately.

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Maybe I should move to California where this kind of thing is tollerated.

I'm sure many of you were sitting here reading your favorite blog and suddenly you heard some great beats begin to blast through your computer. It's because there's a cool little ipod thing on your right. It plays music, not just any music, but mi favorito music. I hope you like it ^_^ and if not then just mute your speakers. But if you do then crank them up and jam out. Like a lot. Like this guy.

By the way the music was brought to you by Adam...again. I suppose he's kind of the tech guy when I need help with html and lol and rofl.

Sorry for not posting guys I was really busy. Not really. I sat and played xbox for like all day. But I had nothing to talk about, so at least I didn't bother you with nonsense reading. But I guess most days I have nothing to talk about? But whatever.

So today I was told that I was being made fun of recently. (By my friends of course but still) They were with a friend whom i've never met. He took one look at me and called me gay. I was like o.O I don't understand. Why do people think that? Her wasn't the first and i'm sure he won't be the last but I don't know what I do. I was wearing a v-neck and some black sweats. I guess there's something wrong with that? I don't know. People always say there's something about me wearing v-necks. At least I don't have like mountains of chest hair spewing out the top. Does anyone understand why this happens to me? I'm epic confused. Speak.

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I'm not crazy I promise.

Today I was in the halls going to my locker before school began. There was some girl with her bag in front of my locker and she was like next to me. So I wasn't going to ask to move it so I just kind of moved it aside and began to use my locker. Without my knowledge she walked off. I finished grabbing my books and then I stood up to notice she was gone and her locker was still open. Her stuff was gone, he bag was gone, she was gone. I didn't know what to do! I wasn't sure if I should leave it open because she might have been coming back, but there was no one around. I swear I saw a tumble weed float by. So I just kind of left it there. And then I had a conversation with myself inside of my head. It was like this.
Me: Hey, I closed your locker for you this morning.

Girl with bag: Why? I had to freaking come back out here and put in my combination again.

Me: Uhm, I don't know, I didn't know where you went and I didn't want people taking your stuff.

Girl who left her locker open: I freaking hate you gosh!

Me: ....

Girl who blocked my locker: Don't ellipses dots at me!

Notice even though they have different names they are all the same girl.

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What no picture?!?!? What a bum out.

Sowwie.

The real end.

I can't end with a real in it, it just doesn't work.

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Hello, my name is anonymous

Hello all, all one of you for all I know. I love how you leave me comments. (No sarcasm intended) I just wish you wouldn't be anonymous. I like to know whose saying what because then I know how to appropriately respond, you also win brownie points with me. And I want to know who you are! Unless I don't know you, then I don't want to know who you are. Unless you're a girl, in the age rage of like 16-18 kinda cute, and you saw my picture on my first post and you thought I was a total stud. But if you don't fall into that category then I don't want to know you. But it really upsets me when you guys post and I don't know who it is. Not like upset upset, but like kinda upset. And when you don't leave comments it makes me want to do this.

(This video was made possible by this cool guy named Adam, give him thanks in your minds)

Yes, that is a man kicking a dog.

So, my bus driver, have we talked about her? I don't think we have. But uhm, yeah. Today while I was on the big yellow bus of fun a girl moved to a seat that wasn't her's. No big deal right? NO WAIT!!! IT'S A CATASTROPHIC DEAL! My dumb bus driver feels the need to wait for her to move back to her seat before she begins to drive us. I do believe someone not sitting in there assigned seat was the beginning of The H1N1 virus, cancer, and STD's. If only they had stayed in their seats.

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I'm celf centered

Yeah I spelled self with a C.

So I was kind of bored and I was looking through other people's blogs and I realized that I hated most all of them. Actually it was all of them. They were filled with pictures of lame items and writing/ poems that were boring and meaningless. I'm not sure if that's just because i'm picky and self centered or maybe that my blog is just as boring. And the worst part was that these people had more followers than me. -sigh face- Is my blog boring? Tell me. Please and thanks. Or else i'll do this. A lot. Until i'm bald.

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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

It's snowing! But i'm sure most of you already know this because I assume you have eyes and you can identify snow but hey, I could be wrong. Sorry to offend those of you whom are blind. But i'm not sure you'd be able to read this without like some brail computer screen thing, or someone to read it to you. ANYWAYS!

What? You think snowpeople don't use the bathroom? They do. Which brings me to my next point. Don't eat yellow snow.

This idea came from a boy named Robert. Please thank him in your minds.

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Don't sue me please.

Blogging is very new to me and I was not aware that I wasn't allowed to use a picture from someone else's website. Unfortunately I am unable to find the websites I found these pictures on. If you represent these websites and would like me to take them down I will gladly do so. Please just let me know and from now on I will try to ask permission before using them.

Now that that's over.

Please enjoy this picture of this turtle(s)?

And yes, I did ask permission thank you for asking.

I think photography is awesome, I do a bit of my own (2 picture). I think i'll start randomly posting some of them and I'd love to hear some feed back on them. I'll probably have to practically beg the owner of the pictures to use them, oh well.

I feel in love with an inanimate object. It's a movie called 500 days of summer. This isn't a movie review website so I won't bore you to death about how good it is, but it's AMAZING. I really think everyone should see it. Like when America takes over the universe. We/it/yeah should build a very large movie screen thing and show it. Or you could just go rent it and watch it. I think i've watched it maybe 7 times since Christmas and I never re-watch movies.

I feel like I need more viewers of my blog. I'm not saying that you don't satisfy me...well I am saying that. But seriously, tell your friends, tell your barber shop lady, tell your mother's, friends, coworkers, daughters, dogs, dogs, friend, of an owner, who was once almost killed by a poisonous snake when he was four while visiting a zoo in South Carolina (Yeah, that happened to me), so if that person is me some how then there's really no need to tell me. But if you do find someone else that happened to i'd love to meet them. So yeah, spread the word.

After hours of begging I got the photographer to let me use this picture. Tell me what you guys think. I know it's a bit random, and odd, but just comment about it.

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