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...

The End.

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.

The End.

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.

The End.

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.

The End.

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.

The End.

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.

The end.

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.

The End.

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.

The End.