you knew it was comingI drew a little picture of meself!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
My brother took my cheez-its
Outofammo, if you ever find your way to my blog, which you never read anymore, I hate you.
I am waiting for you in a dark alley with a steel baseball bat, and trenchcoat. You are going down.
HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY FAVORITE SNACK WITHOUT PERMISSION!!!!!
DO YOU REALIZE THAT'S THE ONLY GOOD SNACK WE HAVE?!!?!?!?!?!?!
I had to plead with mom for like a MILLION YEARS for her to FINALLY buy those crackers, and then YOU came along and TOOK them before I'd even HAD ANY!!!!!!!
I HATE YOUR GUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
-ps, don't ever show your face around here again.
I am waiting for you in a dark alley with a steel baseball bat, and trenchcoat. You are going down.
HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY FAVORITE SNACK WITHOUT PERMISSION!!!!!
DO YOU REALIZE THAT'S THE ONLY GOOD SNACK WE HAVE?!!?!?!?!?!?!
I had to plead with mom for like a MILLION YEARS for her to FINALLY buy those crackers, and then YOU came along and TOOK them before I'd even HAD ANY!!!!!!!
I HATE YOUR GUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
-ps, don't ever show your face around here again.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Recess is overrated
Ghess waht?
Yes I'm on my compy again. This thing is WAY too hard to write on, mainly because for some reason, my desk is the coldest place on earth. I would really like to somehow move this desk out of the frozen basement wasteland and into my snug little room that needs to be cleaned, BUT it's quite not possible because it has a computer attached to it.
It would be cool if I could move the computer into my room too, but then I wouldn't be able to play Laura Bow, because there's no way on EARTH I'm gonna play that alone in my room late at night. But down here with Psychotoddler and the PT is okay.
I'm gonna get my own laptop next year!!! Ho yeah! It turns out Ima genius, and that I will be qualified to take highschool courses next year, and to do that I'm joining an internet acadamy. Cool, huh? So I'm gonna get my own laptop, and be able to read whatever I want, whenever I want. One of the main courses (not like 'food' main course) I was really psyched about taking was 'psychology'. I find the study of human nature VERY interesting, and sometimes it even helps me solve promblums with my friends! It's cool.
Now, about recess. Why I hate recess. Oh, I'll TELL YOU WHY I HATE RECESS!!!
minor promblums
-it's boring
-the gym smells (and yes, we ALWAYS go to the gym)
-there's no where to sit down, so you're always uncomfortable
-a waste of time. I mean, a fifteen minute break where you can just wonder around the 3rd floor would be more enjoyable. We have a piano, computers, DESKS FULL OF STUFF! and yet people want to go down to the gym instead.
Major promblums
-the idiots who always want to go down to the gym want to go down so they can play elimination. This is like the worst game I have EVER heard of. The whole point is to HIT PEOPLE WITH A BALL, and to a lesser degree, HIT PEOPLE WHO AREN'T PLAYING WITH THE BALL. So you can see why I hate it.
-fact: if you want into the gym, you will get hurt.
-2 out of 4 days in a school week, a little fifth grade idiot (who of course, plays elimination) will get socked in the head and need to go to the office.
-the people who DO actually play elimination, do nothing but complain about how long they've been out. When that's not good enough, they accuse random players of cheating, and then everything just goes kabBLAM.
my point: WHY THE HECK DO WE PLAY THIS GAME?!?!?!?!?
it's annoying to itself and everyone around it!
this is why I think recess would be a lot more fun if we were actually allowed to stay on the 3rd floor instead of going to a stinky old gym so little snot nosed fifth graders can bean us with basket balls. (you assumed they used rubber balls. That is a mistake. They use BASKET balls so it hurts more when you get hit.)
By the way, I'm not going to recess tomorrow and nothing anyone can say will make me.
Yes I'm on my compy again. This thing is WAY too hard to write on, mainly because for some reason, my desk is the coldest place on earth. I would really like to somehow move this desk out of the frozen basement wasteland and into my snug little room that needs to be cleaned, BUT it's quite not possible because it has a computer attached to it.
It would be cool if I could move the computer into my room too, but then I wouldn't be able to play Laura Bow, because there's no way on EARTH I'm gonna play that alone in my room late at night. But down here with Psychotoddler and the PT is okay.
I'm gonna get my own laptop next year!!! Ho yeah! It turns out Ima genius, and that I will be qualified to take highschool courses next year, and to do that I'm joining an internet acadamy. Cool, huh? So I'm gonna get my own laptop, and be able to read whatever I want, whenever I want. One of the main courses (not like 'food' main course) I was really psyched about taking was 'psychology'. I find the study of human nature VERY interesting, and sometimes it even helps me solve promblums with my friends! It's cool.
Now, about recess. Why I hate recess. Oh, I'll TELL YOU WHY I HATE RECESS!!!
minor promblums
-it's boring
-the gym smells (and yes, we ALWAYS go to the gym)
-there's no where to sit down, so you're always uncomfortable
-a waste of time. I mean, a fifteen minute break where you can just wonder around the 3rd floor would be more enjoyable. We have a piano, computers, DESKS FULL OF STUFF! and yet people want to go down to the gym instead.
Major promblums
-the idiots who always want to go down to the gym want to go down so they can play elimination. This is like the worst game I have EVER heard of. The whole point is to HIT PEOPLE WITH A BALL, and to a lesser degree, HIT PEOPLE WHO AREN'T PLAYING WITH THE BALL. So you can see why I hate it.
-fact: if you want into the gym, you will get hurt.
-2 out of 4 days in a school week, a little fifth grade idiot (who of course, plays elimination) will get socked in the head and need to go to the office.
-the people who DO actually play elimination, do nothing but complain about how long they've been out. When that's not good enough, they accuse random players of cheating, and then everything just goes kabBLAM.
my point: WHY THE HECK DO WE PLAY THIS GAME?!?!?!?!?
it's annoying to itself and everyone around it!
this is why I think recess would be a lot more fun if we were actually allowed to stay on the 3rd floor instead of going to a stinky old gym so little snot nosed fifth graders can bean us with basket balls. (you assumed they used rubber balls. That is a mistake. They use BASKET balls so it hurts more when you get hit.)
By the way, I'm not going to recess tomorrow and nothing anyone can say will make me.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Things that are happening
first of all, how about this warm weather! It's like, sixty degrees out there! And you know what the funny thing is? IT'S ONLY FEBUARY! Oh yeah. Life is pretty awesome.
Now, on to buisseness.
I GOTS ME A PIANO TEACHER!
yes I do. Piano is the in thing these days. Ever since the 8th graders got that grand piano moved in there (like 5 years ago), people have been playing it like crazy. Even people who can't play piano. And they sound horrible. Anyways, I love to play, and I took lessons a while ago, so I know how. It used to be I could just print the sheets off the internet, then stand them up against my run down little brown piano and start playing. But alas, the sheets have gotten much harder, and I'm not exactly an expert at expert piano playing. So I mentioned this to my mom, and one day she shows up with the big news:
"I found you a piano teacher. She is russian. You will need to try really hard to understand her, but it's totally worth it."
This got me thinking:
piano teacher+ russian+ really bad accent + playing for 30 years = uh oh.
Now, I know what you're all going to say. dam l'kaschoos! But even so, I had a lot of time to think about it. So my mom said to prepare something to play for her, so she knows what I can do. I picked a song that I was comfortable with, starsong of course, and began to practice.
A few days later, the day of the meeting the piano teacher arrived. I nervously climbed into the backseat of my dad's car and tried to listen to my dad's country music, which he happened to be playing on maximum volume. Note: never try this again. Those songs got stuck in my head the whole Chumash test the next day.
Anyway, when we got there, we climbed to the top of a stairway, with was littered with high school kids who looked like they might be sleeping, and entered one of the apartments. There our ears were assaulted by a fast and violent piano melody. I sheepishly entered the next room (big and empty except for one piano in the center of it, in use). And there was my teacher, still russian. After exchanging some words with my parents, she invited me to take a seat on the piano seat with her. She then said:
"Now play for me something, so I can see what you can do."
And so I did. Of course I started off on the wrong note. But after that I went through the whole song without a single mistake. And then the lessons began. They weren't so bad, except she kept pronouncing third as 'firvd', so I kept getting first and third finger confused. But other than that, she was okay.
and now I don't feel like writing anymore. I think I'll go apply more ointment to my knuckles for a while.
Now, on to buisseness.
I GOTS ME A PIANO TEACHER!
yes I do. Piano is the in thing these days. Ever since the 8th graders got that grand piano moved in there (like 5 years ago), people have been playing it like crazy. Even people who can't play piano. And they sound horrible. Anyways, I love to play, and I took lessons a while ago, so I know how. It used to be I could just print the sheets off the internet, then stand them up against my run down little brown piano and start playing. But alas, the sheets have gotten much harder, and I'm not exactly an expert at expert piano playing. So I mentioned this to my mom, and one day she shows up with the big news:
"I found you a piano teacher. She is russian. You will need to try really hard to understand her, but it's totally worth it."
This got me thinking:
piano teacher+ russian+ really bad accent + playing for 30 years = uh oh.
Now, I know what you're all going to say. dam l'kaschoos! But even so, I had a lot of time to think about it. So my mom said to prepare something to play for her, so she knows what I can do. I picked a song that I was comfortable with, starsong of course, and began to practice.
A few days later, the day of the meeting the piano teacher arrived. I nervously climbed into the backseat of my dad's car and tried to listen to my dad's country music, which he happened to be playing on maximum volume. Note: never try this again. Those songs got stuck in my head the whole Chumash test the next day.
Anyway, when we got there, we climbed to the top of a stairway, with was littered with high school kids who looked like they might be sleeping, and entered one of the apartments. There our ears were assaulted by a fast and violent piano melody. I sheepishly entered the next room (big and empty except for one piano in the center of it, in use). And there was my teacher, still russian. After exchanging some words with my parents, she invited me to take a seat on the piano seat with her. She then said:
"Now play for me something, so I can see what you can do."
And so I did. Of course I started off on the wrong note. But after that I went through the whole song without a single mistake. And then the lessons began. They weren't so bad, except she kept pronouncing third as 'firvd', so I kept getting first and third finger confused. But other than that, she was okay.
and now I don't feel like writing anymore. I think I'll go apply more ointment to my knuckles for a while.
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