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.

We killed the bees with the swatty things.

Again, I forgot how to blog.

Today, we decided that we were going to eat lunch outside on the lovely patio that we so tirelessly built. We brought all the food out there, I even set up the umbrella. Then the bees came.

They swarmed in our food, landed in our scrambled eggs, and even circled that umbrella. My dad killed one with a swatty thing, and one of them came at me. I grabbed it with my hand. Weird huh? Grabbing with hands...

Anywhy, I grabbed the bee with my hand. See a problem? I got stung the exact instant I grabbed it. I think it was the first time I was stung by a bee before, although I though that I have before. I think that the other times, the bees didn't get me very good. This time, the stinger was on me and everything. It swelled up and everything. It is ok now, though I can still feel it.

So normally, I would be at school right now, in bed. But no! It's Labor day weekend! I have no school tomorrow! It feels awesome.

I was planning on doing so much more this weekend than I did. I didn't go anywhere, but that's how I like it. I stayed home, and did nothing. No, actually that's a lie.

I'm going to start now, and go back in time.

A couple hours ago, my brother and my dad went fishing in a friends special spot, and got two bass. Our family never really fishes much, but we do occasionally, so the catching them part was no problem. We did have trouble filleting them, but hey tasted good and they were our supper along with a delicious delicious ramen. It was cool how after they were dead, and after we cut their head off even, they still were moving so much. My sister thought it was creepy, but my dog thought it looked delicious.

When I woke up on Saturday, I was woken up early, by my brother;

"Papa says to get up and come upstairs"

I was so tired, so I replied, "No he didn't", and rolled over.

He was right there though, and he said, "Yes I did."

I got up.

We had to get up early because my youth group and I sold programs for five dollars at the Michigan State Football game. We made money for our youth group, and stood out in the freezing windy-ness while doing it. The wind was the strongest and most multi-directional I think I have ever felt, and it was 50-60 degrees out. Plus, the Brats were four dollars.

This wintry weather happened on Saturday. On Wednesday, I think, it was 94 degrees out. Poor football players had their practice out in that. Once again am glad that I didn't join football, besides that I'm out of shape now. I threw a football around with my friend on Saturday, and I very quickly got too tired. This is not good. At least I am doing wrestling. No? I haven't told you this yet? Well I am. There.

The ONLY single reason I would have wanted to do football is for the jerseys. If you are on Varsity, you get two jerseys, one for you to wear, and one for you to give to a girl to wear the day of the game. It's really cool how long in advance girls ask to wear your jersey, because they know that others will want to wear it too. Thats the ONLY single reason.

I'm eating Cheerios. Is that a good ending phrase?

I feel frustrated.

I won't go into much detail about why I'm frustrated, but basically it is school. I came here to blog because it makes me calm down.

This year at school, we are watching a whole bunch of movies up in our dorm room. At home, I have Netflix, so I am bringing up a couple every once in a while, one at a time of course ((Ack! Stupid Netflix) Just kidding Netflix, I love you.). Lando is bringing up lots of them, Miller brought a couple, so we have plenty movies, and we watch them at night. I am also keeping a list of the movies we watch during the year, because I like keeping lists and keeping collections, for some odd reason. I talk about it next.

Anyway, today in Spanish class, my teacher randomly challenged us to go without T.V. for a week, and yes it is an assignment. This includes computer screens, and video games. Obviously, I am breaking it now by writing this, but there is no way I going without internet for a week. I was thinking, should I watch a movie tonight? We started 'Enemy of the state' yesterday, and we are halfway through, and we are finishing it tonight. Should I watch it? Since I've broken the rule already, does it matter? Something like, I've ruined it already, ruining it any more doesn't make a difference? Or is breaking it twice worse than breaking it once? Another thing, I need the computer for homework. I need to type something at least everyday. Also, the teachers use projector screens to show us power points, should I close my eyes and not watch?

I guess I probably will ignore the challenge, because it really has nothing to do with Spanish, and neither me nor my classmates understand why she assigned it. Also, it was more teaching us how too much T.V. can cause obeisity, and too much video games can lead to violence. I use the internet a lot, but not so much as it is making me less active, I still do things outside and other than that like play chess with Krieger. I am not even going to go into the Video games cause violence thing, because I could write a whole blog on that.

Enough of that, time to tell you something that happened today that made a bunch of my friends go crazy. First, watch this video:

Now you know what Double rainbow is, listen closely, because I'm only going to type it once. You can read it more than once, but that doesn't apply to me.

Today in chapel, the pastor was talking about rainbows and how beautiful they were. It all tied into the sermon, so he wasn't just rambling on about nothing. Just then, when no one was expecting it, he said this,

"One time when my wife and I were on vacation, we saw a double rainbow. Oh man, it was so beautiful. It stretched all the way across the sky!"

I suspect he had seen the video before and did it on purpose, knowing that we were teenagers and we knew what it was, but I really don't know. We did know what it was, because I had downloaded the video and brought it up on my iPod to show all my friends a week before. Right after the pastor said that, we all looked at each other, and we knew what we were thinking, "WHAT?!?! DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT?!?!"

Right after chapel was over, you couldn't walk anywhere through the hallways without hearing "double rainbow".

I dunno, I guess that is something that is more funny when you are there.

GAh... I'm so tired... I'm gonna take a nap.

Here's your second helping.

I realize that this is probably really boring, but I just want to post this for no reason. This is a paper I did for history class on the Beaver Indians. Read it.

The Beaver Indians

When you think of Beavers, it is guaranteed that you DO NOT first think of the Indian tribe, but of the animal, and that is understood. The animal beaver is an awesome animal, for its flat tail and its ability to gnaw down trees with its teeth. You don’t want to hear cool things about the animal beaver in this paper; you want me to tell you about the Beaver Indians so that is what I shall do. I would rather talk about the animal beaver, but I must obey my orders, sir!

A long time ago, in this same galaxy, and to be more precise, in central and northern Alberta and Saskatchewan, in Canada, the beaver tribe originally “set up camp”. Now, they live in a reserve like mostly all other Indian tribes do, except the beaver live far from other white people. Since they live so far away, they are allowed to live in huge amounts of land in northern Alberta and British Columbia. Their “huge amount of land” covers over 100,000 square miles.

The Beaver Indians ate Beaver. I may sound like I’m joking around, but I am somewhat serious! Eating beaver was forbidden in some groups of Indians, one reason being the castoreum glands in the beavers. The castoreum glands excrete a liquid, which the beaver combines with urine and sprays around on trees and rocks for a way to mark their territory. These glands could be dried and sold to use for perfumes. Many Indians did eat beaver though, and the flat tail, if fried, was considered a delicacy.

The Beaver Indians did not sit around eating beaver tail all day, no! They also ate many other things. Fish and small animals were often roasted whole on the coals of a fire, covered in mud so they wouldn’t burn. The Beavers would often eat buffalo, which is popular for Indians, but when the buffalo died out in their area, they ate lots of moose and bear. They would cover and bait holes in the ground, and when the bears fell in, they would eat them. They would also, preserve bear fat for chomping on during the winter.

The Beaver Indians wore beavers. Again, I am not joking. The pelts of beavers and bears were a large trading item that the Indians traded to the white Europeans. It was like if you work at a furniture store. If you work at a certain furniture store, you are going to buy furniture from your store. Since the beaver Indians handled the beaver pelts, they also wore them. It may have been how they got their names also.

In the Beaver society, there were these people titled as “Beaver Shaman”. I know. Those are not two words that I have ever heard put together. The beaver Shaman were believed to have power over and know all about the “normal” people in the beaver villages. They apparently dreamed dreams that predicted good or bad things in the future, about all the other villagers.

The Beavers lived in beavers. Now the name “Beaver Indians” makes complete sense. The Beaver Indians made like stick teepees, and covered them with cute little fuzzy beaver pelts. It was not very complex or anything. I think they copied the idea from other tribes. Those cheaters…

Remember the bear traps? Well those traps did not JUST catch bears, they also caught some horses and sometimes people of another tribe which was tromping through the beaver territory. This made the other tribe mad that they fell in these bear holes, but it also made the beavers mad that they were tromping through their land. Luckily, the other tribe was just traveling through, so there was not much fighting.

Now you know all about the Beaver Indians, and though my topic was not the animal beaver, you learned a bit about them too. That’s free information. You can take it. Sometimes I give out free information; I am just nice like that.

Contest Complete!

Now, I am not in study hall where I have to write a blog as fast as I can so that I can do my homework, so this should be a bit better. I am sorry I haven't blogged recently, but Junior year is definitely harder than sophomore year, but you don't want to here that.

First, I am going to name the winner of the dumb little contest that was apparently done a VERY long time ago, and that was to name the blue fish. Aren't you relieved? Eric is FINALLY doing this!!

Yes, and I'm sorry.

Drum roll... (just imagine the drum roll in your head.)

And the winner is...

Lex, with the winning name of "Twinket"!! Congratulations! You win... nothing.

In this contest, I was looking for names that would show Twinket's happiness. It took me a while to think of the word, I almost said bright personality, but those two words put together make me shiver. Hey that rhymes. Together, shiver...

Eric, that does NOT rhyme.

Ker-Punch.

I hate library Eric. So I punch him. Violence solves everything when dealing with your own counterparts.

Ker-Punch.

Then I drink some delicious fruity punch to celebrate my victory... Over myself.

My favorite class this year, so far anyway (my dad says I'll hate it later, but I dunno), is Chemistry. The teacher is Hilarious and he actually understands us as students unlike half my other teachers, I so far like the chemistry part, and It's comfortable temperature in there. The temperature is half the battle.

 

I brought up this class because the teacher of the class has two gerbils. He keeps them in his classroom, and they don't stink. He says they are desert animals, so they rarely urinate, and their poop is dry, so they barely stink their cage. Seeing these gerbils everyday, it has caused me to consider getting two gerbils also, and keeping them in my dorm room. Sounds like fun eh? I'll let you know about anything if anything happens.

 

I have writers block today, so it'll end here.

 

Ai de mi!!

 

 

 

Contest Complete!!

Now, I am not in study hall where I have to write a blog as fast as I can so that I can do my homework, so this should be a bit better. I am sorry I haven't blogged recently, but Junior year is definitely harder than sophomore year, but you don't want to here that.

First, I am going to name the winner of the dumb little contest that was apparently done a VERY long time ago, and that was to name the blue fish. Aren't you relieved? Eric is FINALLY doing this!!

Yes, and I'm sorry.

Drum roll... (just imagine the drum roll in your head.)

And the winner is...

I am so sorry.

I am so sorry I haven't blogged in like six days, I'm sure its broken all of your hearts a little.

Tonight we are having a picnic. On the floor. In the hallway. On the highest floor of the dorm. last night we went up there to fourth floor, and we discovered that the entire floor was freshmen, and that we were the first upper classmen that have gone up there. They were acting like we were not supposed to be there. We have decided to start going up there a lot, to make sure it doesn't get to out of hand up there.

So the picnic. Today Krieger and I went to the store and got a glazed honey bun and an arizona tea. This, and some chips that he already had, will be our picnic food. We and a couple others will go up there, and lay a blanket down on the floor in the narrow hallway, and sit on it and eat. We will treat the honey bun like a cake, and cut into little slices, and eaten like cake. I wish we had little tea cups and a tea pot to drink and serve the tea, but alas.

I'll let you know how that goes.

This was going to be quick, so I'll end it here, will an interesting excerpt from Christopher Columbus' journal. In this excerpt, he describes the "Indians.

"At daybreak great multitudes of men came to the shore, all young and of fine shapes, very handsome; their hair not curled but straight and coarse like horse-hair, and all with foreheads and heads much broader than any people I had hitherto seen; their eyes were large and very beautiful; they were not black, but the color of the inhabitants of the Canaries, which is a very natural circumstance, they being in the same latitude with the island of Ferro in the Canaries. They were straight-limbed without exception, and not with prominent bellies but handsomely shaped. They came to the ship in canoes, made of a single trunk of a tree, wrought in a wonderful manner considering the country; some of them large enough to contain forty or forty-five men, others of different sizes down to those fitted to hold but a single person. They rowed with an oar like a baker's peel, and wonderfully swift. If they happen to upset, they all jump into the sea, and swim till they have righted their canoe and emptied it with the calabashes they carry with them. They came loaded with balls of cotton, parrots, javelins, and other things too numerous to mention; these they exchanged for whatever we chose to give them. I was very attentive to them, and strove to learn if they had any gold. Seeing some of them with little bits of this metal hanging at their noses, I gathered from them by signs that by going southward or steering round the island in that direction, there would be found a king who possessed large vessels of gold, and in great quantities."

And it goes on. For much too long.

Good night.