Well if you remember, I said that I would show you pictures today. I was planning on doing that, but for some reason, I could not find them anywhere. I lost them somewhere in the house. Both me and my mom were searching for way longer than you ever should for a shirt, and we couldn't find it.
While I searched, I thought about what I would say in today's blog. I was going to title it, "Did you guys steal my shirts?"
Well, after a longer than wanted by anyone bike ride with my family, I found the shirts.
IN THE SHIRT DRAWER!!
Eric, this is my blog, get your own. And for the last time, stop yelling.
YOU KNOW I COULDN'T DO THAT, YOU ALWAYS USE THE COMPUTER!!
You could always use it during... Oh yeah, I do always use it. Haha!
GRUMBLE GRUMBLE... (curls up in his closet)
How can he grumble that loudly??
Well, yeah, as Eric said, I found the shirts in my shirt drawer, the most obvious place, and a spot I checked at least three times. It infuriates me when that happens. But, I found them at least, and that means I can wear one tomorrow, and show you pictures. You'll have to wait to see them, because I am not going to tell you what they look like.
So I was thinking, and I got an idea. I am going to start a new thing called Krieger moment of the day, Krieger being my friend from my school, and Krieger also being Kriegamuffin. Krieger.
WOW! Five Kriegers in one paragraph!
SO basically it is going to be something that Krieger did that day that is mention worthy, if there ever is one, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. This will only start when school starts, so you have to wait to see the first one.
Sorry to interrupt, but my I will be going to school on Saturday, and staying there in the dorm the weekend before school starts. That is this Saturday. I'm not sure if I will write a blog then or not.
Wow quieter but also very rude Eric, that was the second blog in a row you interrupted. Eh? No response? He only speaks in interruptions. Man, those two can be a real hassle. Hoff.
Oh yeah, there's also dirt-digger Eric, but he is barely around because he lives outside in the dirt he digs. He just digs one big hole after another, always putting the dirt from one hole back into the other, forcing him to dig that same hole up later. He's weird. He is also much tanner and more muscular than the three of us. But we don't talk about that...
Today, my brother and his friend Nate and I went on a bike ride to the down of the town, where there is the city's baseball team's stadium. I front of the stadium there is a lovely decorative fountain, with calm clear water GUSHING VIOLENTLY into the steady breeze.
I allowed yelling Eric two words in that last sentence.
We have gone to this fountain twice before, and we only went into it to do one single thing. To dance in it. You might understand better how weird this is to do when you see it, and trust me, I am planning on recording the next time. I also plan on putting crazy music in the background. We dance in the fountain, getting soaking wet and then wishing we hadn't when the wind freezes us solid (not literally, that would probably cause us to die). One of the times we did this a man driving by in his black pickup honked and flipped us a message using only one finger. Impressive, eh? Impressive, but very hurting of my feelings.
I still have not finished editing the ramen video, and it should not have taken this long, it's not even that good. I just have been procrastinating. I will no longer however, as I will do it tomorrow.
Good night fellow citizens.
