I'm at the Library, bugging guards.

I wasn't going to write a blog today but I felt like doing it because I'm half crazy all for the love of you. Too bad it won't be a very stylish marriage, mostly because I can't afford a carriage.

Right now I am at the Public library because my mom dropped me off here and left. I'm not entirely sure why, but I can still get on computers here so it's fine with me. So anyway, I'm at the library, and there is a guy to the left of me five computers down with hair that goes all the way down to the small of his back, and it is dyed bright blonde. He also has a beard, which is one of the only ways that I could tell that he was a guy. That's not the weird thing though. WH-

He just walked behind me and I had to switch tabs on crappy Firefox which the library has. I like Google chrome. Hmmm. Firefox says that I spelled 'Google' wrong. That's not very nice of them.

The weird thing about this man was that he is wearing short shorts that are so short that you can see his hairy butt cheeks. That's pretty gross, especially since he keeps walking back and forth behind me.

I must look really smudgy to some random person. I have blogger open in one tab, Facebook in a second, and Runescape in another. PLEASE don't ask about the third one, it's summer and I'm really bored.

The girl-man is grumbling at his phone, and the only human word i picked out was 'crap'. I think that's a bad word. He should be kicked out of the library. Haha he'd get his cheeks wet in the rain. NO FIREFOX I DIDN'T SPELL 'HAHA' WRONG.

Yesterday I annoyed someone so much on runescape that they finally gave in and took my five burnt fish from me. For those who don't know burnt fish are worth nothing. It was really entertaining.

What I have ten minutes left? I'll just get another computer.

The girl-man is eating something. Two reasons for him to be kicked out. Three actually, phone speaking , swearing, and eating.

And grossing people out. LOL not really.

WOW. I just saw what he was eating, and it's popcorn. He has a bag of microwave popcorn in his backpack on the table, and he keeps digging his hand in there for almost a full minute and coming out with one piece. If your gonna dig around for that long, at least pull out a handful or something. Maybe he should pour the whole bag on his lap.

There is an adult on the age 13-17 computers. I'm gonna tell.

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Hmmm. The security guard doesn't care. Sigh...

I'm gonna end this, because it's starting to get really boring and stupid.

Speeches and Lando's song

I'm writing this in speech class while other people do their speeches. I've already done mine, so I don't have to pay attention. The way we have to do the speeches that we are doing now is interesting. We had to pick two different topics from a list of topics that he thought of while watching T.V. All the topics were really crappy, so no body had a topic that they were fully interested in. Anyway, after you choose two, he 'randomly' chose you another topic (they were actually not random, he just said they were.). So then you had three topics that you had to research and prepare speeches for. But then that day, he held up three note cards with a one, a two, or a three on it. By choosing one of the note cards, you were choosing which speech you were going to give, leaving the other two topics to poop their pants and cry in the corner from not getting picked. The funny thing was, you could easily see the number through the cards, so you could choose which two topics you want to watch clean up large piles of human manure.

Someone just mentioned a cow in one of their speeches, and Lando's brightened up like a little girl who just got the crap beat out of them by a Jonas brother. Because they wouldn't care that they were in average pain (A Jonas brother couldn't hit that hard), because they would be so exited that a Jonas brother touched them.

Back to Lando.

He perked up when they mentioned cows. For some reason, he really likes cows. Why? Why would he like cows? I mean, I like cows as much as the next cotton candy seller, but they are not that special. In History class, we had to pick something that we were learning about, and illustrate it. I drew Gandhi weaving his own clothes. He took the simple detail that one country traded beef, and made it into what he wanted. His drawing was one cow. One single thin pen outline of a cow, with three spots, and the eyes of a kid on a sugar high.

Another thing about Lando that's worth writing about is that he made up a song. Not a cleverly rhyming song with twenty verses, a four line song. I think he made it up in wrestling practice. This is how it goes.

'Ring-a-ding-ding-ding,

The cat is in the bathtub,

Thanks for the bacon,

Ring-a-ding-ding-dong.'

Speaking of Lando, he is giving his speech now, and his topic is 'which crimes are felonies'. That kinda shows you how crappy the topics were. Anyway, it made me think, since some states have the death penalty enabled in the options menu, and some don't, why do people still do crimes punishable by death in the states with the death penalty? Why don't they go to the other states and do them there? If it were how it should be, the crime rates would be extremely lower it the states with it enabled. I dunno. It might actually be, and I just don't know. Oh well.

Oh yeah, I got sick of Age of Empires, and it's NOT just because I suck. I just got sick of it. Don't even ask me about it. I won't talk about it.

I forgot to start writing down everybody's funny childhood stories, so I will start that today. I dunno if I will post one tomorrow or not, because I might be too busy working on the childhood story mass blog, but I know for sure that I won't be posting all of next week becaus eof exams. I know this really doesn't matter to anyone, because I have no readers outside of my school, and if I ever do, that week will already be over, and I would have began to post again, but I like to sound like I have a truck load and a half of readers. It makes me feel good.

I did fine without a nose.

Yes! I'm so happy! After I was done typing yesterday’s blog, I really wanted to Write another one, because I actually liked typing it. It took me a couple hours, but it was fun!

I never thought that I would like typing five pages on word without a break or anything, and in school, I wouldn't. The only two things that make typing a paper for school and writing a Blog is that in school, you actually are being forced to do it. I'm not being forced to write this at all. That’s the only difference. Many things are like that. If you are forced to do them, you whine, procrastinate, and maybe not do it as well as you could have. But this is more writing that I’ve written in school for a long time, but I’m doing on my own time, so I like it and its fun. Weird huh?

Oh yeah, remember yesterday when my nose disappeared? After it vanished, I was trying to tell you that I could live without a nose, but I was rudely interrupted by Oscar Pretzel’s disappearance. OOOH THAT BURNS ME. Yeah, being able to smell cookies or your neighbor’s bed sheets is a nice ability, but is it necessary? Sure, you can smell Gasoline or Carbon Monoxide in time to dive out your third story apartment window, but nowadays, we have machines to smell that for us! C’mon! So I guess what I’m trying to tell you is that I DID survive one whole day without a nose, and I’m perfectly fine.

I write too much in these blogs, and it comes back to get me when I have to type them. That’s ok though, because in my opinion, writing a lot is much better than writing very little, as some people do. I think its way more entertaining. I think that once I run out of topics about, this blog will really suck. That’s ok too I guess, since it will be a very long time before I run out of topics. I’m a very topic filled guy. I’m very lazy though. Y’know why? This is the beginning of the fourth entry, and I haven’t posted anything on my blog yet. Well, at least while I write this I haven’t. When you read it I will have, OBVIOUSLY.

For Mother’s Day, I didn’t make her a card like my siblings. No, I made an animated gif for her. How way more cool is that? Just thought I’d mention that.

Yesterday I had to stay (x) amount of minutes after study hall, because I was that same (x) amount of minutes late. During this time, I was writing yesterday’s blog entry, and I was so into it that I accidentally stayed (y) amount of minutes extra, but I didn’t get ANY candy for it! I was so mad. (x=20 minutes, y=10 minutes)

Ok, so a week ago, I saw Krieger reading a web comic online in study hall, and I
decided that I wanted to read them also. He set me up with two of them, with many more where that came from (baby). The first was xkcd.com, and it has over 700 entries, and in less than a week, I read them all. The second, which I am still working on because it has over 1,000 entries, is whiteninjacomics.com. I like the second better.

Setting goals for myself and completing them like this makes me feel so much more accomplished in my life, kind of what I described in the first blog. have started many goals for my self already, such as reading the entire archives of geekologie.com, read as many web comics as I can, watch all of the Shaytard’s videos, and many more like that. Every time I accomplish one of these goals, I always feel so happy. I should keep a list of my goals on my blog. That’s a good idea. I don’t feel stupid and I don’t feel like I’m wasting time when I sit in front of the computer all day and do things like this, I actually feel the opposite. It’s just like with Maple story. My mom always asks me and my sister if we feel like we are wasting time playing it for countless hours, and the truth is, getting my character to level up just makes me feel awesome. Also, it makes me feel better than boringly playing outside. I already maxed my rollerblading skill anyway. The web comics help me feel good inside too. You should check ‘em out. They are really funny.

Playing outside reminds me of something. Recently, a new family moved into a house across the street from us. From what I have been able to figure out by watching them out my window (wow, I hope they don’t read this), there is one boy my age, and one girl older than me. Though they have lived there for two months, I never talked to either of them until once recently, and I haven’t talked to them since then. When I did talk to the boy, it was kinda a funny story, and I’ll tell you in a minute. But I always wonder why people always are shy to talk to new people, even if they have heard from someone that that person is funny or something. You know that you would get along with them, but you are shy to talk to them at first anyway. This always happens to me and my cousin Sammy (I always say, ‘No Sam I am, I do not green eggs and ham.’ He gets really mad too. It amuses me.). Now he lives in California, so I NEVER see him anymore, but he used to live in Wisconsin, and we would visit him at least once a year. No matter how much fun we had on previous visits, every time we see each other, we are too shy to talk for almost a full day. A FULL DAY! I’m not sure what the full point of this paragraph was. I guess I just want you to realize how silly it is to be shy to new people, and that you should just talk to the person, but I think I failed.

Sam and I used to have so much fun. One time, we took a plastic toy cow and wrapped it in so much duct tape you could not see the cow, it was just a ball of duct tape. Then we would roll it down the stairs. Another time, we were playing a Star Wars pod-racer game for the PS2, and every time I turned I would move my body in that direction, and he made fun of me for it.

Oh yeah, the story when I talked to that kid that lives across the street from me. Thanks for reminding me. Ok, first let me describe him. The kid is tall, slightly orange haired, and kinda…big (I feel uncomfortable putting that he was fat because of the slight possibility that for some reason he sees this.). He always zooms around the road with his bike, from one corner of the block to another, then back again, over and over.

One time my brother and I were freezing stuff to make weird shaped ice, like putting water in a cup, and then putting another cup inside so that the ice is in the shape of a cup. Stuff like that. I decided to freeze a water balloon to make a sphere of ice. When I filled the balloon, I saw him out the window zooming past on his bike as always. Heh heh. I carried the water-filled balloon outside (It wasn’t a water balloon. It was a water-filled balloon. Haha.), and waited behind my parent’s van in the driveway. Where I was standing, he couldn’t see me until he went right past, but when DID go past, I smashed the large water-filled balloon on the ground directly behind him. He instantly screeched to a stop, actually pretty fast (he has the reaction time of a video gamer). Right away I assured him by saying;

“Don’t worry Daddy’s gotcha.” Ok, maybe not. That probably would not have assured him very well.

Actually I said, “Don’t worry; I would have never done that to you.” YES I USED A SEMICOLEN!!

He instantly replied, “I would’ve done it to you.” I know, kinda freaky eh?

We talked for a little bit, but I ended the conversation pretty quickly, because he was kinda weird. Now that I wrote it down, it doesn’t seem that funny but hey, you asked for it. OK SO YOU DIDN’T! But I don’t care, I wrote it.
Ok, so this is the end of this one. In my opinion, this is the has been the best one so far.