Quickie. Maybe not.

I don't know how long this one will be, because I have a history test tomorrow, and I don't really have a reputation for doing good on them, but I'll write fast. I ddi study for literally a full hour though dad, and I'm pretty sure I'll do good this time.

Let me first start this out by telling you about something. If you like to read fiction stories, then I have the story for you. A girl in my school, who is a senior in highschool now, wrote this story over the last year or more. It is probably the most interestingly written story I have read in a long time, and I really like it. It has a completely unique plot, and I am reading it right now actually. She just recenly finished it, and I think it has a page total of around 450 pages, and over 60 chapters. She wrote it online, so you can read it here.

http://tinyurl.com/264rpzs

I think that you will really like it, so go check it out. I know the writer will be pleased if you do.

On to the blog.

Do you like it when I tinyurl things, or is it better if I just paste the actual link? I do it because I want to keep the blog kinda neat.

So me and Twinket were talking the other day, and he though it would be cool if I had a logo. Something with him in it (That was his idea). I am pretty artistic, so I am going to try and make one myself, but if you want to make one, you can do that. If you know anywebsites that would be good for this kind of thing, please tell me. If you know something or make one, email it to me at 2erippan@gmail.com.

This really isn't a good blog, It's kinda just an information and questions blog.

Those are boring! You need to talk about something.

Library Eric? What are you doing in the computer lab? Are you even allowed to leave the Library?

I leave the library all the time. It's boring in there. In smells like books.

YOU smell like books.

I live in the library!

Good point. So, um, what are you doing here in the computer lab?

What do you think? I am the same as you, I like the computer. Im here to read One Piece.

Oh... This is somewhat disapointing. Having clones make you feel not special.

(Cue sad violin music.)

Oh, woe is me! I am not unique! There are at least three others exactly like me, with my exact personalities and likenessess! What can I do!

Random Scientist bent in the corner with a strange blue mutant animal says: Dispose of them!

(Thunder crash)

Um... You need to get out of here. That wasn't that bad of an idea though! Thanks!

Ok, I'm sorry if that was confusing and just plain stupid, but It was fun for me, so im gonna do it every once in a while. What are your thoughs on me talking to my clones?

I probably should not call them clones, because there was that one Starwars movie, um what was it? Attack of the clones?

...

I hope they dont read my blog.

Oh I do!

What?!?! You are still here?!?!

Yes, and I saw what that creepy old man said!

Hey, he said it, not me.

Yeah, but you said it was a great idea, and you thanked him.

I really don't think you are supposed to be here. I think I'm gonna go get the librarian.

No! Not the librarian! Just let me finish this chapter of One Piece, and I'll leave!

Good boy...

Can I have a treat?

...Get out now.

Ok, this is starting to get dumb. I would never ask for a treat in real life unless I did a trick.

I NEED TO STOP! I'm almost positive you hate this blog so far, so I need to think of something good.

Um... A girl likes me... For the first time that I'm aware of. That is pretty cool.

Um...

"Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before."
— Shel Silverstein

Or... write a blog and be completly stupid. Check.

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!!

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.