What's been going on?

A lot of things have happened since I last blogged. Maybe more has happened to me than to you, or maybe you've got me beat because you are a busy bee (Click here if so), but to me, a lot of things have happened.


I was just thinking about what I just said, and I take it back. I have not had MANY thing happen to me, but the things that did happen were a bit bigger than normal, so it gave me the impression that lot's of things happened. It's like an optical illusion. 


Wait, no. Optical means having to do with the eye, an optical illusion only involves VISUAL illusions. This was an illusion of the mind, so it would be... a... cranial illusion? Yeah... I like that. 


"C'mon Eric, let's get to the subject here."


"No, Library Eric, I will not stop myself from trailing off into other things than what I mean to talk about."


"Wha-- Why not?"


"Because one, I come up with cool things like the phrase "Cranial Illusion", and two, It adds length to the blog. Besides, it makes it more interesting."


"Whatever, I'm just going to go over here in the corner and play with your ds." 


"Wha-- HEY! So It was YOU that saved over my file in Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box! There was two other empty spaces where you could have saved! I had to start all over from the beginning!  Don't you just walk out of the room!" 


Bah, he's gone. We seriously need to do something about that punk.


The homeless man I found by the street and then hired to announce various things for me says with his Golden voice, "We now return to our feature presentation." 


Oh man! You really should be in the radio business man! Your voice is SO GOLDEN!


Now, you all know that before Christmas break, I went to a dorm school. I had talked about things I did in the dorm, the library there was where Library Eric spent most of his time (not to mention the time he spent uninvited in MY room), and all my friends live there. Now, for whatever reason you want to believe (Go ahead, be creative), I am not going there anymore. 


What school am I going to now? Great question! Now, I am technically "Home schooled". Don't think of it as something you should feel bad for me for though. This is most certainly a good thing. 


Reasons this is a good thing:

• Now that I am home all week, and I don't have study halls and I don't have to go to the computer lab to do it, I can blog much easier now. I can spend more time on each blog, and I can blog more often. 
• Being in the dorm all week, I was only home for two days out of the seven, so getting a job would have been impossible. Now, not only am I home all week, I can work during school hours, and take my classes earlier or later in the day. This is a huge advantage.
• There are times where I can actually read a book. In the dorm, I would always be hanging out with my friends, and I would never read. I love to read books, so this is great!
• Each state has a list of required classes that a student must take in order to graduate. I don't know if it's true of ALL schools, but the one I went to taught much more than that. I am not going to be taught any more classes than I need to, and obviously, that's pretty cool.
• My school made me take piano lessons. I would have 45 minute practices everyday, in which I sat in a room only a little bigger than the piano and the bench, in a hallway lined with dozens of such rooms, and practice my songs. Guess what I don't have to do now? 

Reasons this is a bad thing:

• I can read books now, but my dad is making me read to kill a mocking bird. Truthfully, it is a really good interesting book, and I recommend it, but it's just not as interesting as other books I like to read. 
• Being in a dorm all week CAN limit me from doing things like blogging and getting a job, but it is REALLY fun to be around you friends every day of the week, morning until night. (Don't tell, but it's also really cool that there are only a few adult supervisors, and no parents)
• Where do you see your friends the most? In class. Now that I am not actually going to a school with other kids, I won't be seeing kids my age nearly as much. I will see some at church on Sunday, and I will have friends over on the weekends, but it's still sad to leave my friends behind like that.
• Library Eric lives in my hall closet now, and that's pretty close to my room.

So, over all, yes, I am pretty happy with this change. 

I mentioned the fact the I can get a job now. There is a small Rite-Aid near my house, and I might try and get a job there. The manager there is a really nice guy, and whenever I go in there, we have talked for a few minutes. It's happened often enough that he recognizes me and comes to greet me whenever I go in there, so that's something going for me. I have always wanted to get a first name basis with some storekeeper, like they do in the movies sometimes, and now, I kind of am. Except that he doesn't know my first name, and I haven't remembered to look at his name tag, so we're not really. 

Speaking of remembering, I just remembered to shovel the driveway. 

See ya! It was nice talking at you!


"Goodbye for now!"

P.s. My mom also got me into a home school kids choir! I had to audition and everything. Besides the fact that I was put as a tenor (I am obviously a bass), It's pretty cool. It's a whole new group of friends.

Full day. Full to the brim, and more.

Aww, the things I did today spilled OVER the brim onto the floor! That'll stain!!

Today, I woke up, and got straight to work.

My dad has been in the process of making a patio for a while now, and my brother and I have been helping him. A couple weeks ago we dug a huge square hole for it, which took an hour or two. When I say huge, I mean huge. It's huge.

It's also big.

Well yesterday, my dad got a special patio gravel, a type of gravel that has sharp corners so that the rocks faces can lock together. This helps the gravel stay together better. The rocks stick together like a bug on a windshield.

The phrase is the contest winner from a couple days ago (not the fish contest), won by kriegamuffin, though it doesn't work that well here. Btw, if you haven't made an entry to the fish contest yet, go to the previous blog and do that. It ends tomorrow at 11:00 pm. After you finish reading this blog of course.

No wait!! Come back!! You're not done with this one yet!! Ok good. Continue, Eric.

GASP SHE SLAPPED A POLICE MAN!!

Sorry, my dad is watching a crime show behind me. A woman slapped a police man. Not a cop btw, I hate that word. along with the word polish. *shudder

So today my dad got the gravel, 5000 pounds worth, so my dad, my brother, digger Eric and I shoveled wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow and brought them to the backyard. When there, We shoveled them onto the ground, and spread and evened it out. Then we used a compacter to flatten it down. It's basically a lawnmower, but instead of wheels and a spinning blade of death, it has a powerful vibrating plate on the bottom. This flattens out the gravel and packs it down. This job wasn't as hard as I acted like it was, but for some reason I was extremely sore on my back, and in my chest.

Tomorrow we have to shovel and flatten 1000 pounds of sand, and then we will lay the patio bricks down.

After we were done with the gravel, it was about 12:30, and we went to a party at my brother's classmates house, but his whole class was there, and so were all the parents, and they are all friends too, so it was two parties in one! They had a pool, so we swam for a couple hours, walked a mile to a park barefoot on hot pavement and tiny pebbles (they wore shoes, I didn't), and watched an episode of iCarly and criticized it. that show is really dumb. one of the jokes they told was;

"Here is was the earth looks like.

(*shows picture of earth)

Here is what earth looks like dressed up a little girl!

(*shows picture of earth with a pink dress pasted on)"

(*cue laugh track)

What in the world?!?! That's not even remotely funny!! GAh, what can you do with those little kid shows...

When we got home from the party, It was dark. I got on here and blogged. Full to the brim and overflowing.

What do you guys think of me trying to make money by puttin gads on my blog? Comment NOW! Read the next line though.

Goodnight! NO, NOT GOOD ENOUGH! GREATNIGHT TO ALL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD AND BEYOND!!!

That should cover it.

GOOD GRIEF THATS A HUMONGOUS HUMONGOUS!!!

Good Grief. Haha I love that... saying? I dunno what you would call that. An exclamation? A scream out word? Wow Eric, that was pretty stupid.

Well, I am sorry that yesterdays blog was pretty crappy, and probably this one will be too. I'll try as hard as I can I promise!

Eventually I will post a blog that has everysingle doodle/sketchg thing that I can find on all my worsheets and notes from the whole year. I found pretty much a lot of them. Haha. Anyway, whenever I can use the scanner from either my dad's work or the one from my mom's, I will do that, and comment on them all, trying to be funny but actually ruining the experience for you all.

HUMONGOUS.

Sorry, I'm getting a little distracted by seseme street that is playing behind me.

Ok, yesterday, I got in a really dumb argument. My sister and I had two separate cups for water at supper, but they looks exactly the same. At the end, she saw me drinking out of my cup, and she thought it was hers. She said 'Hey that's mine!', but because i didn't give it to her, because it actually was mine, I didn't give it to her. She then put a clod of dog hair in it. My dad said, why didn't you just give her the cup? And i said because it was mine. Why should I use her cup and she use my cup when we could use our own cups? Oh well, its over now, but it was really dumb at the time.

It's summer, I just woke up an hour ago, and I'm home alone, so I haven't taken a shower yet. I'm hungry, so I'm thinking of going to the store that is a couple blocks from my house to buy ramen. This is my problem though, eventually I am going to try and get a job there. Should I go there to buy something dirty and showerless? Will they remember me and think, ew, that kid was here before and he didn't take a shower. I don't know if they would remember me from then. I'll just take a shower, haha. First i'll eat the last ramen that I have that I just found.

Hey, this is a real big thing at my school, and it is the way to pronounce ramenl. Most of everybody, including me, pronounce it RAH-MEN, but there are a few stubborn people that say RAY-MEN. We even looked it up online, and it is actually pronounced RAH-MEN, but those stubborn dumbholes will not change their minds. Did that offend you? The word Dumbhole? It reminds me of Dumbledore for some reason.

Just now on Sesame street (don't judge me), Elmo's goldfish imagined him dancing on the moon, and he was doing this weird hiphop cheerleader dance in which he was moving his butt all around and stuff. I was really freaked out. It was almost like he was trying to seduce someone. It was really weird.

Crap, I just remembered that I promised myself to do a whole buch of pushups and situps everytime I eat a ramen, plus I forgot yesterday, so I have to do double. Oh well, I have to do it. Might as well actually do it. But first, I gotta pee.

Wow, pushups and situps are a lot harder when you just sat around for about four days. And ramen tastes so much better.

The last four days I have not just sat around exactly, I actually was really busy. As most of you know, our last day of school was four days ago on friday, and so on saturday there was the senior graduation service. Wait, first I'll tell you about the concert on friday. In the concert, my class sang the George of the Jungle theme song, with me being George. You can find it on youtube, just look up 'Eric Pankow as George of the Jungle'. It was really funny and everybody lovfed it, but to do it was very embarrasing. I was really nervous that I was going to yell when I wasn't supposed to, or not yell when I was supposed to, or that my voice would crack. All three of these happened during practice more than once. It turned out fine though, so It's ok.

There's nothing wrong with the egg, It's just about to hatch!

I'M SO SORRY! OK AKSJDDDDD.

I just took a shower and went to the store. I went to the store only to buy one or two ramen because It is what I am eating for lunch, but of course I also spent one whole dollar on an Raspberry Arizona tea. I ALWAYS buy one. I cannot not buy one, and that drives me crazy. Last summer i spent all my birthday money on Arizona. I vowed that I would never buy one this whole summer, but I did. ARGH. I did well during the school year near the end of the year at not buying any, but I sometimes bought two liter pop bottles. I only did it sparingly and I only drank it sparingly. It was hot out that day, so It was really refreshing, but I need not do that this summer. At least I hope not.

I think I have written enough today, so I am ending this with this: HUMONGOUS.

First and last Summer blog... jk

Sigh… well, its Monday, so that means I have to write a new blog. Writing in the summer is going to be much harder than I thought. I have to do it though, because I promised myself and because there actually people waiting for me to. I know at least three. Writing in the summer might be harder because will want to just sit around, but it also will be easier, because I can just keep my computer on, and type whenever I think of something, and I don’t have to force myself to type all at once.

I am actually really happy though, because I finally have a reader that I don’t know in person. Krieger was texting his cousin (I think) who lives too many miles away for me to think about without getting dizzy (Disney is wrong, this is not a small, small world), and I half forced him to tell her about my blog. He was fully willing to do it since he is not made of cereal, but anyway. This is doubly a good thing because she is also my first and probably last female reader. Thank you, you know who you are.


Today we did what I will be doing for probably one-fourth of my summer, and that is watching and making fun of little kid shows on TV. We watch little kid shows because we have barely any channels on our TV. Today we watched an episode of ‘Dragon tails/tales’ I dunno which one.


DANIEL SHUT UP!! Sorry, my brother… Never mind, you don’t want to know.


Anyway (there I go again), on Dragon tails/tales, they had to bring a pot of soup that probably weighed about 300 pounds to this fat old lady dragon that was sick. To get there, they had to cross a bridge that was guarded by a troll. Oh Noes a troll! First of all, the trolls name was Trumpy the Troll. That is one of the dumbest names I have ever heard. Second of all, the troll said that to get across the bridge they all had to do a cartwheel. Yes, that looks dumb in writing, but it looks even worse when a troll named trumpy says it in an angry tone. Anyway, I will be watching little kid shows the whole summer, and I will update you on anything especially stupid.

Since I have barely anything written, I am showing you a chat that me a miller had. Its pretty stupid, but the whole time I was 'laffing' so hard. Enjoy?
Me - imb writing a blog i gotta go i gotta pee i gotta eaat tthe vvvvvvviideos store traje de bano

Jacob - okay...?

Me - TRAAJEEEE DEEEEEE BBAANNOOO
why arent you working? are you skipping work?
you sly dog you

Jacob - today's my day off

Me - i know it memememememememememememememememememememememorial day right?

Jacob - i only work sat, sun, and tues

Me - what? wowowowow

Jacob - yeah

Me - im eating
im eating food
fud
im eating fuc
fud

Jacob - it's a movie theater. you really think it's going to be busy during the week?

Me - lol
yah

Jacob - pankow. you need to focus

Me - i woujghfjdks
f
i think you would be busy onb bah day
bath day

Jacob - i can't take this right now

Me - lol
im sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry
maybe not
cry tin man

Jacob - that remind me of "say it with me, courtney... PENIS!" (<- inside joke)
puh... pEEENIs

Me - oh yah

Jacob - lol

Me - lol
i thougth oyu wew talking about courtney teeples (<- inside joke)
wahwahwahwawhahwahwah

Jacob - lol

Me - my nany is crying
baby

Jacob - why?

Me - I gotta organize my clothing materials
bbc

Jacob - pankow... whenever i talk to you... I always have this aura floating around in my head.

Me - british

Jacob - you know what it tells me?

Me - broudcasting
coorporation
/what
!@#$$%^&^%$#
swears

Jacob - it tells me... What the !@#$ is this kid talking about?!

Me - wizard swears
lololloloololollolooooooooo
lll
low ridersssss
ssssss
s
s
s
s
s
s
smy aunt is a hipie

Jacob - if you could see me right now...
it would remind you a lot of schmeling

Me - iif you could see ME right now...
im lafing so hrd
laffing my bad
help my leg is stuck to the wall

Jacob - your words hurt my brain
please... stop
just stop

Me - i cant geddit iff
off
jfkf
jk its fine

Jacob - bye pankow.

Me - i love you and your sister
and your dad is scary but i love him
bye
bye
i gotta go
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
too many
way too mNY
MmMMM

Jacob is offline.

So there you have it. 'Tis pretty annoying hey?

Pulpy pugs and ruler'ed spinal cords

(Random sound effect) Haha, I started it with a random sound effect without starting it with a random sound effect. I'm genius. I noticed that I have started a lot of my blogs so far with 'argh' or something like that. 'Tis not good, 'tis not good at all. Also, I noticed that I say 'anyway' a lot. I say one more word a lot, but I don't remember what it was.

Anyway… [<- herherher (to use one of my sister's words.)] Ooh brackets, real nice (*right click 'herherher', left click add to dictionary). Sorry, I absolutely positively had to do that, or else the Perpetual Pugs would've scored (we are playing soccer/fütbol/shark-bandana-obstacle-course-Muslim-beanbag-toss). What? They scored anyway? Well aren't they the sneakiest little critters.

Crit·ter [krittər](crit·ters)

Living thing

a living thing, especially an animal

(Informal or regional)

• That dog was a funny old critter (or in this case, it was VERY, VERY SNEAKY!!)

Today I have been doing everything at 300% speed and 25% accuracy, so I decided that as long as I was actually saying things that were six-seventeenths funny, I might as well write this do this. Also with me not posting next week, I absolutely positively have to do it.

Crap. They scored again.

This blog might be harder to read than others, and also might be cheating since I have so many tiny paragraphs. I DON'T CARE… bear. What? What? No you first. Ok… wait what?

Halp me I am stuck in a trap of writing lots about nothing. I probably could sit her for hours and type pages that say nothing at all. *Halp added to dictionary. I don't have time to sit here for hours though. I have cheat codes for Portal and Half Life 2 that I want to test. I cannot wait.

Teehee, I said 'cannot'.

Pulpy is a weird word, with a weird definition. Google defines pulpy as, well first of all it's an adjective, but its definition is this. NO, not the word 'this', the thirty-one words that directly follow after the next semicolon (semicolon just for the smack of it); 1. Like a pulp or overripe; not having stiffness and 2. Having the characteristics of pulp; having the characteristics of pulp fiction; thus, having a garish focus on sex and violence.

Hmmm. It went from deliciously sweet tasting but stupidly textured orange poop into sex and violence. How bad are things in this world that you cannot even discuss orange pulp without some Google worker coming up to you and changing the subject of your conversation for the worse. We should cause all of them to faint and then destroy all of the poke' centers so they can't be healed by annoying nurses with pink hair. Those Google workers and their Google maps cars, stealing your privacy AND your ice cream with the same hand. Man, hat Ticks me off almost as much as it Tocks me off.

Tocks: T-shaped socks for people with lonely feet. I made that up myself, in fact, I'm going to print that off and throw it away. Then do it again. I will then repeat it until the computer room supervisor dude throws a cleverly hidden ruler into my spinal cord from across the room.

That's probably not a good idea. I'll get Krieger to try it out. Now THAT is a good idea. I'm going to do that right now. Hold on one minute.

…

Yep, it happened exactly how I predicted it to, except the computer room guy threw it after only thirteen sheets thrown away. That was much faster than the predicted forty-five. Ew, Krieger is getting blood on the floor. Crap, this time, Krieger can't clean it up! WHO WILL DO THE WORK??

"This looks like a job for, Super-hero-with-about-forty-five-different-numbers-and-letters-on-his-costume (it's also blue)!!"

Wait, he does murder scene clean up? Well, that doesn't matter as long as I don't have to do it. At least he works for minimum wage. I'm happy to say we don't actually treat Krieger that bad. We clean up our own messes, no matter what type of bodily fluid it is!

MPREKDiYANTOS. That means 'goodbye for now' in munya, my sister's language.

MPREKDiYANTOS and munya were both obviously added to dictionary.

Food, and womb computers

Ungh. That is a grunt, which If you would have heard out loud, you would have known that I was feeling frustrated. The reason is because I am starting to not want to write in this blog anymore. It's starting to feel more like an assignment. This is not a good thing. But the thing that IS a good thing is that I will force myself to, so if you actually DO like this blog, then I will keep writing in it. Even though I know that at this time, I have nobody that is not my direct friend that I hang out with everyday that reads these. The person that reads them the most is miller, so many Kudos to you (I'm NOT giving you a kudos).

Also, like I predicted, I am running out of things to write about except if you remember, I predicted that it would take a long time before it would happen. I had said I was a real topic filled guy. Well apparently I'm not. Bummer.

I just remembered something. Matt got a second cake (If you are confused right now, and you are thinking, second cake? What? Then you obviously didn't read all my blogs, so get to it.). I'M SO PROUD. One bad thing though, usually cakes are delicious, but this cake was not. I know what you're thinking. How can a cake taste bad? It's cake! Unless you are someone you tasted this cake, because then you are thinking; yah, that was a bad cake (ß Semicolon usage? Not sure if it is proper, I am terrible at grammar). I'm not sure how the cake tasted bad, whether it was old, or if Matt farted directly on the cake and the scent absorbed into the spongy texture of the angel food cake of which it was made, but I do know that it was so bad that he traded it to someone who didn't know for two chicken ramen. Good deal in my opinion, fart cake for delicious, delicious ramen.

That also reminds me. This weekend, my mom bought something which I had no idea existed. She came home from Sam's Club (who is Sam?) with a 36 pack of ramen. 36!! That is a butt load of ramen, and I ate many of them. Krieger thinks that having unlimited Mountain Dew and pot pie is better than unlimited ramen, and I'm not sure I can argue with that. That's food and drink. Not only that, its pot pie. Hmmm. Sadly, I think he wins. Sad face.

So far I have only talked about food. That's pretty cool. I mean REALLY COOL. RREEAALLLLYY CCOOOOLL. Mhmm, yah, whatever.

I'm chewing gum. It's red.

I don't know what to write. Ok I thought of something. To hear what he wants to say, continue on to the next paragraph.

Recently me and my friends have gotten into Age of Empires 3 or 2 ( I don't know). With the generously accepted help of miller, we connected 3 to 4 computers, depending on if Petoskey smokes or not (he has never smoked; (That's semicolon number four!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I just said that for no reason. Don't get concerned for his health.). I am really bad at real time strategy games, because my brain doesn't think that way, and because I never have before. I know that's a bad excuse, they have told me, but they all have played this game since before they were born. That's not fair to me if they were brought into this world playing on a laptop that runs on Willy-Wonka's-everlasting-nuclear-batteries-that-last-nine-months. I don't even know how they did that. That's just amazing that their mother's womb would create such technology. Anyway, they are better than me, blah blah blah. Who wants to hear that anyway?

Can you tell that I added the exclamation marks to add stuff to this? It's not cheating either. No! No it's not! Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! Nuh-uh! Voice from the next room: SHUT UP!!!

Well I have to obey ghosts. They are more powerful than me. They could go 'whooooo' when I'm trying to sleep. And since Ghosts don't have to sleep they could do it all night (the whoo-ing, not… whatever.)

Well since I am literally saying a lot without saying anything, I'll stop here. I think I am going to try to go around to a lot of people and get funny stories from their childhood, and post them all into one super large prostate cancer-ed blog. Without prostate cancer. That would be pretty sweet.

If you are reading this at night, then goodnight. If you are reading this in the morning, then good morning. If you are reading this as you scream towards the earth at breakneck speed with a parachute strapped to you back, then stop reading and open the stupid parachute!!

This blogs rules, and Smeagolish behavior.

Yesterday, on Tuesday (Aww, it's only Wednesday), I didn't post anything, and I have a good excuse for it. I had a runny nose, and it prevented me completely from typing anything. Seriously, I was physically unable to type anything blog related. The truth is no where near that excuse (I just didn't feel like doing it.), but it is a good excuse anyway. It's ok that I didn't put anything, because I am not going to be like shaycarl, or Charlestrippy (or however his name is spelt, I don't know, I don't watch his videos. One daily vlog is enough.), by posting one up every single day for months at a time without missing a single one. Basically, I'm going to as many days as I can (or feel like), except for on the weekends. I have more important things to do on the weekends, like maplestory. Y'know, stuff that I can only do on the weekends. Also, during the summer, I will post much less, but I will. In the summer it will always depend on what time I wake up in the morning. Or afternoon. I think they will be shorter during the summer, because I will be too lazy to write, but more interesting, because I will actually do things worth writing about. Also, if I go on a car trip, they will be beastly long because I will have nothing else to do in the car.

With a little over two weeks of school left in the year, every single day except for Monday feels like a Friday. Mondays… just feel slow and stupid, until the end of the day when you think it is Tuesday, because then you feel stupid. Aggh. Every week seems longer than the last, and every weekend feels even shorter.

I like four letter words, which is why I use them a lot. Words like Aggh, argh, haha, y'know stuff like that. Also reading over what I write, I use a LOT of contractions, even though I had that one paragraph on how I think they are stupid. I still like them though, and a probably use them so much because that how I talk. I blend words together and I speak kind lazily. Sometimes when I am way too lazy to move my mouth to say something, but someone asks me a question, I just grunt. The way I grunt lets them know exactly what I mean, so I don't need to explain. A frequent example is when someone passes by me in the hallway and says hi. I am too tired and lazy to say hi back so I grunt in a way that they can translate as hi. Usually I do this right when I wake up in the morning, when my eyes still are crusty and haven't adjusted to the bright light yet. People try to talk to me, but I just grunt. By now they've figured out that I'm really not a morning person, and that I'm still grumpy from not being able to watch the end of my dream and knowing that for countless hours I will be bothered from not knowing what happened to the main character. Spoiler alert; (<- semicolon. <- spelled right.) he fell into stomach fluid and became badly disfigured, and probably die. Also, his house that he completely built out of Jell-o completely caved in, killing his wife and kids (Seriously, why doesn't that happen in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs? I was anxiously waiting for it to happen, but

when they left the house and it DID'NT happen, I was convinced that they were going to come back to that Jell-o house, and it was going to collapse then).

Hmm, what was I non-rudely saying before rude Eric Pankow rudely interrupted. How rude of him. Oh yeah, I'm not a morning person. A good example happened in the beginning of the year, when they didn't fully understand how grumpy I can get in the morning (they still don't have a full grasp, they still try to talk to me, I know, how rude!). I sleep on the bottom bunk of Matt and my bunk bed, which was crammed up in the wall. His blanket is king sized, so he shoved half of it between his mattress and the bed frame. He had already gotten out of bed, and the blanket was hanging over, completely closing off my bunk like a dark cave. Oh the days of my dark warm cave. Anyway, I was sleeping in the cave, and, unknown to me, everyone was crowded around my bed, ready to pounce if they needed to. Miller slowly crept up, probably doing that raptor walk thing that he does, which you may not known about you, you person reading this (Congratulations to you for reading this far by the way.).

Anyway, Miller crept up, bent over, grabbed the corner of my blanket, and pulled. Somehow I woke up fast enough to grab it, but he kept on pulling it. I was grumpy (the main character was in a fight with a giant red worm), and I wanted my blanket, so I burst out of the cave. Miller was still holding the blanket, so I attacked with great ferocity. The all of a sudden exposure to cold air didn't make me any happier. I punched and kicked, probably looking REALLY stupid. Actually, I should probably say 'drowsily flailed my body part in the vague direction of Miller'. He finally let go, and, like Smeagol, I scampered back into my cave. That was my side of the story, and his is probably different, but now you see how people mess with me in the morning as well as how much of a morning person I am not.

Matt and the Cake

Ahh. It’s been three days since I have written anything. I totally forgot how to write the letter ‘B’. I figured it out though it out though, see? B. Haha, I did it.

On another note of write-ability before I get to the main topic, my friend Matt, bought a cake. A care bear themed cake. Well oblivious to me, it’s weird to buy a cake not on a birthday. Someone said that in my room, I’m not sure who though. This depresses me. Cake is delicious, and I don’t see any reason not to eat it for no reason, which by the way, is exactly what has Matt done. I’m proud of you Matt.
Wow. I just interrupted my interruption. How can I do that? As a matter of fact, how can anyone do anything—Wait Eric, don’t interrupt the interruption of the interruption! Bad things will happen! Too late, my nose is gone. Actually, I’m pretty sure—woa, Oscar Pretzel is gone. Mmmm, Hersheys. Crap. My leg.
ANYWAY, Matt bought a cake.

(Silence) Yep. That’s it. Naw, actually there’s more. On the cake there was a flat care bear face made out of plastic. He took it off the cake, and began licking the frosting off the back, like any normal person would do. Frosting is good, you can’t just waste it. Well, while he was licking, all of a sudden, thin red streaks appeared on the plastic.

YOU ARE NOW FREAKED OUT.

Anyway, he had cut his tongue on the sharp edge of the plastic without knowing. Painless cut, very little blood, no big deal. Good thing it was not a dinosaur themed cake, with a plastic dinosaur face on it, or else Petoskey would have been thrown into the wall by blood. He’d be standing right in the way too, I’d bet money on it.
The two contractions that I used in the previous sentence (for you lazy people; he’d and I’d) are very efficient as contractions go. Not like stupid ‘its’, which takes out an ‘I’, and replaces it with an apostrophe that’s basically two-thirds of the letter ‘I’ anyway. Who invented these? They’re stupid. Haha, I used a contraction to say that contractions are stupid. If this were a big enough blog, I would put that on a shirt and you would buy it. It would say ‘Contractions’ in big letters, and then ‘They’re Stupid’ in smaller letters below it. I think that would be pretty cool.

On another topic involving punctuation, I always want to use semi-colons (because they are half a colon), but they rarely come up. Sad face.
Now for my main topic… ok never mind (phew, I almost wrote ‘nvm’), my Brain told me that I am not allowed to write about that topic. It gave me a spanking for even thinking about it. I guess Matt and his cake changed to the main topic.
I don’t have much written in this one so I will tell you a story.
Every Christmas Eve., my family and I wake up at 4:00 in the morning, play tetris, actually put the suitcases in the back of the van, and smash ourselves in there too. Where are you going you ask? Why are you traveling on Christmas Eve.? The answer to both of those questions is none of your business.

Just kidding. We are going to travel to Minnesota to spend Christmas with my Grandma and Grandpa. The trip usually takes all day, but we’ve been on so many of these trips that we’re experts at it. All you have to do is sit, wait, and occasionally complain or shove a McDonalds burger down your throat (Don’t get your hand caught!). We usually make it in time for supper, and we greet each other, hugs, happy grunts, you know how it goes. But two years ago, this cheerful greeting did not happen. Well, not right away at least.

It started when we pulled into this gas station/restaurant/truck stop/grassy field, and went in to use the bathroom. My dad filled the gas tank, we stared at all the toys that are really stupid, over priced, and fragile, we taunted an old man when he was trying to poop, y’know, the usual road trip bathroom break. Finally when we were ready to leave, my dad noticed that the car would not start. You probably know what’s going to happen now. To make a long story short, he stayed at that gas station/restaurant/truck stop/grassy field for six hours.

We occupied our time by playing the candy crane. We figured out how to get lots of candy. Basically, the crane lets you keep going until you get at least one piece of candy. But if you get something you don’t want, you can shake the machine to make it drop the candy. Then you get another turn because you didn’t get any candy. Using this concept, you can get a lot of candy by waiting until the claw is barely above the chute, then you shake it. The candy falls into the chute, but the claw doesn’t know that you got candy, so you get another turn. Haha.

Eventually uncle came and picked us up, pulling our car on a trailer behind us.

That story was way shorter than I meant it to be, but that’s ok.

Cannibals say that the Japanese taste the best.

Ironman 2 and Spaghetti. Ok, maybe not Spaghetti.

Argh. Well I hate typing in Blogspot’s typing box thing, so I wrote the previous blog on word, planning on copy/pasting it into the blog box after I was done. But, since Blogspot’s typing box thing is stupid, you can’t just paste it in, unless you do something really weird which I know about now. But anyway, because of this stupid copy/paste thing, I wasted a couple days of not having it up, I wasted a couple ‘I-WILL-do-it’s to Matt, and I wasted a whole paragraph trying to explain this. Let me predict the future. I am going to waste the rest of this page talking about Ironman and how much I’ve wasted.

And to waste another paragraph on something barely interesting (as if the rest of it will be), there is a guy next to me in the public library where I write this, watching Ironman 2 on the computer. It doesn’t come out in theaters until tomorrow. How did he do that I wonder? I know you can download movies that were recorded by people in the theater on Frostwire, because I have done it, but it is not in theaters yet. Maybe he hacked into Marvel or whoever made the movie and he is watching it from there. I dunno.

Wow. I have wasted so much space so far that I am almost to the bottom of the page on Microsoft Word. Actually two-thirds might not be almost, but it’s more than half. I wonder how long I can go before I can no longer post two or three page blogs. Of course, I double space it when I type to make it easier for me to read, but still.

I just glimpsed at Ironman 2 and it makes me wonder how many Iron men there are in that movie. I’ve seen the first one, and there was only one. Two if you count that fat guy that fight him at the end. Seriously I’m sure there is like five or six guys flying around. That makes me want to see that even more. Some of my room-mates are seeing this Friday, but I really cannot go then. I’ll probably download it online. There has got to be some Korean website that has it. My exchange students are coming home this weekend too! Sounds like a plan. Sounds like I have been talking about nothing for a full page.

Hmmm. This is harder than I thought it would be. I should just get to the subject that I planned on talking about, which was my medicine (wow, when I first typed medicine it came out ‘mwedicene’. I’m a really sloppy typist.).
I have ADHD, which does not mean that I am stupid; it just means that it is harder for me to focus on one thing for a while. I’m hoping it also has something to do with my Bad memory, but I probably just have a really bad memory anyway.
Anyway, I have to take these small orange swallow vitamins, one in the morning before I go to school and one right after school for study halls (I would say ‘pills’ but I hate that word). They actually do make a noticeable difference, noticeable to me at least, and they help a lot. They even help with my memory.
Let me temporarily interrupt with this. I think its funny how if somebody sneezes while reading a book at the public library, EVERY SINGLE librarian quickly whips their head over to see if he ‘splashed’ on any books. That just happened and I almost el-oh-el’ed. I am surprised none of them smashed their heads like melon on a cabinet or something. They didn’t even look both ways before they whipped their head. My mom always told me to do that.

Also I just noticed the Ironman guy (just finished btw), ahs black fingernail polish. If you know me you might know how much that bothers me. The rest of my time here will be uncomfortable. Sigh…

Anyway, the pills help me, blah blah blah. Ok here we are.
So I live in a dormitory (I talk like you’ve never seen me before just in case this blog gets semi popular. ‘Yeah right’, you say. Well I can always hope.), so I can’t just keep the swallowies in my dorm room drawer, where I could get them and take them in ten seconds. I have to give them to the nurse two flights of stairs down, so that she can take them. My mom says it is because they don’t want kids stealing them and trying to get high on them. I say, who would try to overdose ADHD medicine? That’s just as stupid as trying to take one of Willy Wonka’s squirrels. Except that I do want a pet squirrel. That would be awesome, until it scratches my family and my eyes out and living in our house with all twelve thousand of its family members.
It is 4:00. It being 4:00 means that it is time to get back to my main point.
The backup nurse is really old, and she really creeps me out. She always wants to give everybody a hug, but she is not one of those nice old people who somehow always seem to be extremely clean, so you would have absolutely no problem with hugging them. She is not dirty either, just average. She is also really shaky, so when you hug her you shake the whole time, so I’ve heard. I have not hugged her before. The first and only time she tried to hug me one time, I panicked inside, because, I did NOT want to hug her, and I said the first thing that I thought of.

“No thanks, I dont like hugs.”

I know pretty stupid. I felt bad because she obviously knew that I didn’t want to hug her. Don’t think that I’m a bad person, because if that’s exactly what came into your head when I said that, you obviously don’t know this lady.
The main nurse is not an old lady, as many generic nurse characters you see in books and movies are. She looks around forty, but I am bad with guessing ages, so she very well could be an old lady. Haha the antonym for woman is man! That’s not actually funny Eric. Oh, Sorry.

This nurse is also much nicer than the other one. She is too nice in fact. This nurse with overflowing friendliness is the reason I brought up my medicine, and the dorm, and my ADHD, and… ok nothing else, because of what I am going to tell you.
For the last maybe two weeks I have not taken my medicine (my grades are showing it), because of this nurse. Ok it’s also my fault, but hers as much as mine. Every morning, I wake up at about 7:20, and when I am all ready for school, the first bell rings at 7:45. After the first bell rings, I have five minutes to get down two flights of stairs (total of 24 stairs), and down three long hallways to get to my history class. I am often in my desk about 45 seconds before the bell rings. I am actually supposed to get my medicine at this time, but if I down to get it, I have to go down two flight of stairs in the opposite direction of history class, get it, swallow it, and go down four long hallways, and I would often be late.

This makes me late enough, but the worst part is that one really happy nurse. She always wants to talk to me, ask me how I am, ask me if I am taking my medicine home for the weekend (which I never do, but she always asks anyway), and this is guaranteed to make me late. That is why I haven’t taken my medicine for a while.
I know there are a couple things I could do to avoid this, such as wake up earlier and get ready faster, but who wants to get up early? My room-mates do, apparently. They get up around 6:45, at the latest. This is why I carefully chose my room-mates for next year, making sure they also sleep in a little longer. Haha, I am good.
Still. I know that I could easily avoid this whole conflict, and I have to from now on, my parents found out that since my medicines have not run out yet, that I haven’t taken them for a while.

Wow. That was a very long blog. I feel very accomplished after writing this.
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