TOASTNIGHT.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
The toast poster
Here is my recreation of the toast poster. The original was better,because it was real.
Assignment for 9/30, Thurs. Finish Etymology Worksheet.
Yes’m, I did yell the entire last half of the previous blog, and Yes’m, I did lose my voice afterwards. I like the word afterwards. It’s very nice and warm.
I’m crazy again, but today more than usual. Krieger said I’m the craziest I’ve ever been.
I had coffee. The coffee machine that gives you a nicely sized cup for decimal point three five dollars, or thirty five cents, was fixed today. Ever since I realized it had thirty five cent coffee it’s been broken. It’s fixed now. I had coffee. That’s not all the reason I’m crazy though, because sometimes when I feel like being crazy, I can be.
We were fanning at the volleyball game twenty minutes ago, and I invented a time out dance, which I do during half time. It’s a good dance. I was cheering obnoxiously and the fans from the other team were looking at me, but I just smiled at them.
I had to take the toast poster down today, because the normal piece of bread which we purposely incorrectly called toast (because toast is better) got so hard that some people actually believed it WAS toast. I’m gonna hang it in my room, with a printed off color picture of toast taped where the real toast used to be. Maybe I can hang it back up in the hallway then… Hmm…
I think that’s the best idea I’ve had in a long time. I just did it, and it looks awesome.
So… How’s it going? With your life?
I am writing a poem. I will tell you another new line every time I do a blog. Here’s the first line.
“Hey diddle diddle, Hug Jon in the middle.”
This ‘Jon’ I referred to hates to be hugged in the middle of his torso, so naturally we do it all the time. He hates that too.
A toddler owes me $400. The toddler of the tutor was being looked after by some girls, and they had to do something, so I had to entertain him. I looked him in the eye and said;
“When you get older, you will get a job and you will have money. For no reason at all, could you find me when that happens and give me some? I might need it.”
He looked at me silently, but said nothing, for he is not old enough to talk.
“How about $1,000”
He shook his head no.
“$600?”
No again.
“$400?”
Then, he nodded his head, and we shook hands, and then the girls came back, so I left. I’m good with kids.
Question of the blog (I don’t always blog every day y’know). If you could jump into a pool full of everything, what would it be? Tell me in the comments.
TOASTNIGHT.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Powder Puffins. and Zombies. Heehee...
If you think I’m crazy, you’re absolutely right, I’m insane.
They didn’t care, so we made a poster for it, cutting a hole in the middle of a rectangle piece of paper (I know how to spell piece because of the comic “One Piece’, link in the side in “Websites that I follow”), and drawing a cute piece of toast with boots courtesy of Jeremiah, and the words “The Junior Toast”. It’s really cool so if I get around to it, I’ll post a picture.
NEW TOPIC: I am trying to get a really cool music library, so comment your favorite two songs. Please. And. Thank you.
Here are a couple songs that I am downloading at the moment;
“We’re gonna fight” – 76% Uncertain
“I hate the radio” – 7 seconds
The entire ‘Stepdad’ Album, downloadable for free here.
“Mine’s not the high horse” – The Shins
And also, “Blitzkrieg bop” - some one awesome (not the real band name).
Tonight, since its homecoming week, was powder puff football, in which the junior girls and the senior girls play football. It’s crazy, and the juniors lost 36-8. I know. I KNOW! Krieger, Jeremiah, and I sat on the senior side of the bleachers and cheered for the juniors. It made them pretty mad. Also, Krieger and I fought with the blocking pads before the game, bashing them like shields.
I think I want to but a video camera, and record some things happening, and put them on YouTube. That would be pretty cool I think. It won’t happen for a while though. In case you don’t know, my crappy three soon to be one video YouTube channel is ‘CamelFruit’.
I don’t feel like typing anymore so, possibly a shark hunting-dream filled night.
In case you are new (Isaac), and you have a Google email (Isaac, use the school one if you don’t Isaac), you can follow me, and it will send you emails when I UPDATE! Yeah. Cool. Punk.
PUNK.
I dunno why I said that. I’m not THAT crazy, I’m just creative, and I show people.
On Sunday, some of the kids in my junior class were decorating our hallway for homecoming week. There is a competition between the classes, but the seniors always win.
I was hungry, so I took a piece of bread my roommate MILLER gave me, and I was on my way to buy chocolate milk from the vending machines to eat it with. I really don’t think so, but apparently dipping bread in milk is weird. I think it’s just very delicious. Bread is not that different from cookies, and we dip those in milk.
Anyway, to get to the vending machine which the milk was, I had to pass through the Junior hallway. There I was, standing amongst crafty people, eating a piece of bread. Then I got an idea. I quick ran upstairs to get Jeremiah, the German student, and Lando also, and I told them my idea. They were as exited as I was, and they ran down with me. We waited outside the hallway for the right moment, and then we ran down. Lando grabbed the masking tape, I ran to the right wall, and Jeremiah farted. A lot. Lando ran with the tape, avoiding the junior girls, because we knew they would hate our idea. We tore off long pieces of tape and… taped the piece of bread to the wall. One Large ‘X’ of tape, straight through the middle of it.
Then the girls saw us. There was a silence. Jeremiah farted again.
They didn’t care, so we made a poster for it, cutting a hole in the middle of a rectangle piece of paper (I know how to spell piece because of the comic “One Piece’, link in the side in “Websites that I follow”), and drawing a cute piece of toast with boots courtesy of Jeremiah, and the words “The Junior Toast”. It’s really cool so if I get around to it, I’ll post a picture.
NEW TOPIC: I am trying to get a really cool music library, so comment your favorite two songs. Please. And. Thank you.
Here are a couple songs that I am downloading at the moment;
“We’re gonna fight” – 76% Uncertain
“I hate the radio” – 7 seconds
The entire ‘Stepdad’ Album, downloadable for free here.
“Mine’s not the high horse” – The Shins
And also, “Blitzkrieg bop” - some one awesome (not the real band name).
Tonight, since its homecoming week, was powder puff football, in which the junior girls and the senior girls play football. It’s crazy, and the juniors lost 36-8. I know. I KNOW! Krieger, Jeremiah, and I sat on the senior side of the bleachers and cheered for the juniors. It made them pretty mad. Also, Krieger and I fought with the blocking pads before the game, bashing them like shields.
I think I want to but a video camera, and record some things happening, and put them on YouTube. That would be pretty cool I think. It won’t happen for a while though. In case you don’t know, my crappy three soon to be one video YouTube channel is ‘CamelFruit’.
I don’t feel like typing anymore so, possibly a shark hunting-dream filled night.
In case you are new (Isaac), and you have a Google email (Isaac, use the school one if you don’t Isaac), you can follow me, and it will send you emails when I UPDATE! Yeah. Cool. Punk.
PUNK.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
It's a grunt kind of saturday.
Tonight is the dance, so I am staying in the dorm over the weekend. Last night, One of my roommates which I never mention Chris and I were the only ones in our room, and we stayed up until 1:45 watching a movie on his (sniff) Mac.
This morning, I slept in, in my warm room and extremely comfortable bed, and when I woke up, I watched another movie alone on my other roommates computer. After, I came to the public library, where I am now, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants and eating a sucker. I am not at home, so I don't have to do Saturday chores,
I am really rested and comfortable, and I don't want it to end. When I get back to school, I'm going to eat a ramen. Man! That's gonna feel good in my tummy!
Recently I have realized how much my blog has sucked, so I will try my hardest to make it better.
First, I will start with a short weird story I wrote last night, one which I am not completely satisfied with, but I will post it any way. Here goes. Samuel, you can read this if you want, but this is the bedtime story I will be telling you.
When I was seven years old, I had two good friends, a boy-with-glasses named James and my ginger-cat Christopher. My cat was especially cool because he could talk, and James was especially boring because he couldn’t. I hung out with him though because he was good company, and because he had extremely good luck for finding things. One time, he found a little plastic toy boat, which we would play with for hours everyday after school. Only after about a month of playing with it tirelessly did it accidentally wreck on a rock, breaking open and revealing about forty-five dollars that had been in the boat the whole time.
On this particular afternoon, we were all a bit depressed, each for our own reasons. I was disappointed because I had lost my lucky marble while throwing it at some ducks in the park. Christopher was sad because I haven’t mentioned him enough in this story, and James was depressed because he got last in our class spelling bee again. He loses every year.
We were all pretty sad, so we were trying to cheer up by doing our favorite thing to do, wander in the park. James was looking for my marble, and I was watching him look for it. I don’t know what Christopher was doing.
James was looking around the sandy area under a bridge in the park, a place where we went every day to look for things, when all of a sudden, he moaned loudly.
“Did you find something James?” I yelled to him, unnecessarily loud since he was right in front of me.
Since he couldn’t talk, he merely shook his head and pointed to his head and then to a broken and dirty refrigerator, showing that he only hit his head on the fridge.
“I’m pretty sure that fridge was not here the last forty-seven days that we were here, I remember it from forty-eight days ago though. I remember we couldn’t get it open. I‘m so happy, I thought that we‘d never see that fridge again.”
James nodded, and went over to examine the fridge. Quickly he turned and excitedly gestured for me to come closer. When I got closer, I saw that the lock that had been there forty-eight days ago was gone, and that the fridge was completely open-able.
James was closer to it, so he cautiously walked over and opened the fridge. As soon as he did, a huge brown arm with long disgusting nails shot out and grabbed James around his chest. I yelped, but for some reason, James was very calm, and he even smiled and patted the arm. Then, his eyes got huge, and the arm quickly pulled him into the fridge, the door slamming shut immediately after.
I was to the right of the fridge, so the door blocked the inside of the fridge the whole time, and I never saw the inside, but the inside gave off a light red light the lit up the dark area under the bridge. When the door closed, I was left alone in the semi-darkness.
I realized that James could be in trouble, probably because a brown arm just pulled him into a fridge, so I ran the five or six feet to the fridge gripped the handle and pulled. The door did not open however, and when I looked down, I saw that the fridge was locked up with a hefty blue padlock.
I panicked and looked around for something to break the lock. In the sand next the me, there was a strong looking hatchet, so I lifted it up over my head to break in and save James.
“Let me do it!” A voice interrupted from behind.
“Oh hey Christopher, James just got pulled into this fridge, and now it’s locked.” I was a calm person at the time, and since things like this seemed to happen to James a lot, I assumed he was OK. I still wanted to help him though, so I lifted the hatchet again over my head.
“Stop, let me do it!” Christopher said again.
“You can’t swing a hatchet, you’re a cat!” I grinned.
“I’m not a normal cat, I can talk remember?”
“Ehhh… I dunno, the Hatchet is bigger than you!”
“Just gimme it.”
I handed the hatchet to Christopher, and he easily lifted it and brought it down solidly on the padlock, shattering it like glass.
My jaw dropped, and I looked at Christopher with surprise, “That… was pretty cool.”
“Yeah, let’s get James out of there.”
We both pulled open the fridge door, only to see the normal inside of the fridge, except with more mold.
“Where can he be?” we both wondered aloud at the exact same time.
TO BE CONTINUED…
So um, there. I might continue it, I might not, it depends on how much other people like it.
I mentioned that possible date... two days ago? Well, I'm not going with her, but I'm OK with it, since I never had a date before anyway. Anyway, she made me promise to dance with her ATLEAST once though, so everything is good.
Whenever I blog about things like that, I feel really weird, so I probably will never do that again. If you like stuff like that, read the previous paragraph a couple times, It's all you're going to get.
Remember when the Jeremiah the German student and I collected cans and got three fifty? That's nothing. Last night we collected three times as many, and we had already been collecting throughout the entire week. We just might get over five dollars.
Also, HEY! THE 'A' ON THIS KEYBOARD IS RUBBED OFF. GAH!
Also, Jeremiah and I are trying to write a comic. We plan on it being a pretty good length, but I don't know how well it will turn out. I dont wan't to tell you much about it, but It has something to do with an ugly president.
How long does a blog have to be before it's too long? Is this too long?
Ah, now for tags, my least favorite part.
This morning, I slept in, in my warm room and extremely comfortable bed, and when I woke up, I watched another movie alone on my other roommates computer. After, I came to the public library, where I am now, wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants and eating a sucker. I am not at home, so I don't have to do Saturday chores,
I am really rested and comfortable, and I don't want it to end. When I get back to school, I'm going to eat a ramen. Man! That's gonna feel good in my tummy!
Recently I have realized how much my blog has sucked, so I will try my hardest to make it better.
First, I will start with a short weird story I wrote last night, one which I am not completely satisfied with, but I will post it any way. Here goes. Samuel, you can read this if you want, but this is the bedtime story I will be telling you.
When I was seven years old, I had two good friends, a boy-with-glasses named James and my ginger-cat Christopher. My cat was especially cool because he could talk, and James was especially boring because he couldn’t. I hung out with him though because he was good company, and because he had extremely good luck for finding things. One time, he found a little plastic toy boat, which we would play with for hours everyday after school. Only after about a month of playing with it tirelessly did it accidentally wreck on a rock, breaking open and revealing about forty-five dollars that had been in the boat the whole time.
On this particular afternoon, we were all a bit depressed, each for our own reasons. I was disappointed because I had lost my lucky marble while throwing it at some ducks in the park. Christopher was sad because I haven’t mentioned him enough in this story, and James was depressed because he got last in our class spelling bee again. He loses every year.
We were all pretty sad, so we were trying to cheer up by doing our favorite thing to do, wander in the park. James was looking for my marble, and I was watching him look for it. I don’t know what Christopher was doing.
James was looking around the sandy area under a bridge in the park, a place where we went every day to look for things, when all of a sudden, he moaned loudly.
“Did you find something James?” I yelled to him, unnecessarily loud since he was right in front of me.
Since he couldn’t talk, he merely shook his head and pointed to his head and then to a broken and dirty refrigerator, showing that he only hit his head on the fridge.
“I’m pretty sure that fridge was not here the last forty-seven days that we were here, I remember it from forty-eight days ago though. I remember we couldn’t get it open. I‘m so happy, I thought that we‘d never see that fridge again.”
James nodded, and went over to examine the fridge. Quickly he turned and excitedly gestured for me to come closer. When I got closer, I saw that the lock that had been there forty-eight days ago was gone, and that the fridge was completely open-able.
James was closer to it, so he cautiously walked over and opened the fridge. As soon as he did, a huge brown arm with long disgusting nails shot out and grabbed James around his chest. I yelped, but for some reason, James was very calm, and he even smiled and patted the arm. Then, his eyes got huge, and the arm quickly pulled him into the fridge, the door slamming shut immediately after.
I was to the right of the fridge, so the door blocked the inside of the fridge the whole time, and I never saw the inside, but the inside gave off a light red light the lit up the dark area under the bridge. When the door closed, I was left alone in the semi-darkness.
I realized that James could be in trouble, probably because a brown arm just pulled him into a fridge, so I ran the five or six feet to the fridge gripped the handle and pulled. The door did not open however, and when I looked down, I saw that the fridge was locked up with a hefty blue padlock.
I panicked and looked around for something to break the lock. In the sand next the me, there was a strong looking hatchet, so I lifted it up over my head to break in and save James.
“Let me do it!” A voice interrupted from behind.
“Oh hey Christopher, James just got pulled into this fridge, and now it’s locked.” I was a calm person at the time, and since things like this seemed to happen to James a lot, I assumed he was OK. I still wanted to help him though, so I lifted the hatchet again over my head.
“Stop, let me do it!” Christopher said again.
“You can’t swing a hatchet, you’re a cat!” I grinned.
“I’m not a normal cat, I can talk remember?”
“Ehhh… I dunno, the Hatchet is bigger than you!”
“Just gimme it.”
I handed the hatchet to Christopher, and he easily lifted it and brought it down solidly on the padlock, shattering it like glass.
My jaw dropped, and I looked at Christopher with surprise, “That… was pretty cool.”
“Yeah, let’s get James out of there.”
We both pulled open the fridge door, only to see the normal inside of the fridge, except with more mold.
“Where can he be?” we both wondered aloud at the exact same time.
TO BE CONTINUED…
So um, there. I might continue it, I might not, it depends on how much other people like it.
I mentioned that possible date... two days ago? Well, I'm not going with her, but I'm OK with it, since I never had a date before anyway. Anyway, she made me promise to dance with her ATLEAST once though, so everything is good.
Whenever I blog about things like that, I feel really weird, so I probably will never do that again. If you like stuff like that, read the previous paragraph a couple times, It's all you're going to get.
Remember when the Jeremiah the German student and I collected cans and got three fifty? That's nothing. Last night we collected three times as many, and we had already been collecting throughout the entire week. We just might get over five dollars.
Also, HEY! THE 'A' ON THIS KEYBOARD IS RUBBED OFF. GAH!
Also, Jeremiah and I are trying to write a comic. We plan on it being a pretty good length, but I don't know how well it will turn out. I dont wan't to tell you much about it, but It has something to do with an ugly president.
How long does a blog have to be before it's too long? Is this too long?
Ah, now for tags, my least favorite part.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
COMIC (Number One)
And yes, he stabbed his hand through his cheek. He's just awesome.
Don't lick frozen flagpoles. Like, at all.
I want to first tell you that I am participating in a CD exchange, that is, I get a random address, sent them a CD, and another random address sends me one back, and you can too! Click HERE. Heh heh, I've always wanted to say that.
To get to the blog, I might have a date to the dance, for the first time ever.
Might?
Shut up L.E., you can't even go!
I would have gotten a date though.
What, with your impressive knowledge of anime and internet memes?
I'm going to the library.
Yeah, go. Go read MORE anime.
Now, what I was going to explain before, when I say might, it is basically a 50% percent chance. Not going into any further details. Oh also, the dance is on Saturday.
GAh! Facebook is under construction!
Oh! I wrote a comic, and it's pretty good. I scanned it because I was gonna put it on this blog, but I left my flash drive upstairs, and I don't feel like getting it, so it'll be on a separate blog post. I plan on making more too. Eventually.
I took a nap yesterday. It felt nice. This blog sucks. I'll get you a better one tonight, along with the comic. GARUNTEED. TONIGHT.
GOODNIGH... see you in a few hours.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Gaggaflabblingtonson! I've been tagged!
I... Am so exited, and I was not expecting this at all, but Lex from LEXical Sematics tagged me, and it made me happy! I know what this means lex, you like my blog, and theres no lying about it. Thank you so much for this!
I just made a blog, and I have nothing to say, so I'm just going to get this started.
1) Sometimes I feel like I'm the craziest person person in the world...So you have to tell me something that makes you a little insane so I can feel better about myself.
Okay no, I'm kidding, but you still have to answer it :D
Have you ever read my blog? When I get crazy the same time I'm at the computer, it goes like this. I think I am the craziest person in my class, and I'm proud of it. The last couple days after school, I have been playing like a child with Krieger, "pretending." Y'know, like in Calvin and Hobbes.
Another thing was something I did only once, but I would do it again, if I hadn't got in so much trouble the first time. Once, I put on my biggest shirt and my super-stretchy pajama pants, and then I stole my friends blankets, and rammed 'em all in my clothing. I had stolen so many blankets, I needed someone to help me jam them all in. I was over three times my size, and when I fell, I needed help getting up. I then proceded to quickly waddle throughout the dorm, followed by a large crowd of screaming monkeys. Ehem, sorry, my friends. I get them confused.
I eventually rammed a senior that no one really likes into the wall with my blanket-belly. He tried punching me, but he missed because I had fallen flat on the ground.
2) Would you rather kiss Voldemort or Susan Boyle?
Well, I am a man, so I would like to lean towards the female, but I don't know...
I think I am going to pick Voldemort, because despite his nasty yellow nails, he for some reason looks really clean to me. He looks as clean as an Asian doctor, and thats not racist because it's a good thing.
Susan Boyle on the other hand... has a beard.
3) What is one impossible thing you wish was possible?
That I could live like Winnie the Pooh, or Wheezywaiter, and that is, live very simple, with enough money to live, and having a job that you love. Or, in Pooh's case, no job.
That really doesn't answer the question, but I cannot think of anything.
4) What type of dinosaur would you be? I want you to research extensively and match yourself up with one that has similar personality traits =P
Research? Aww... Come on Lex!
Probably, I would be a Pteranodon, which is very similar to a Pterodactyl. Like ice cubes in an ocean. Only because They can fly, and I don't like Pterodactyls. At all. I don't know why.
5) If you could move anywhere in the universe, where would you move? (Notice how I say "universe" which means if you would like to reside on Mars, or set up camp in a black hole, that's perfectly fine.)
Hmm... I think I would reside in mars and set up camp in a black hole. Not really, mars is just not for me. Too... alone...
Really, there are a lot of places that I would like to move, but I really don't know where. I would definitely stay on this planet, because I couldn't stand to be away from humanity.
One, I would like to live in a city thats busy, but not New York city. Maybe someplace in Chicago, preferably next door to Wheezywaiter. Craig Benzine.
I want it to be a semi calm place, where I rarely need to use my car because everything is so close to my house. Eric, shut up.
6) Theme song of your life?
I guess I can't think of a better one right now than "I want to bang on the drum all day", except, I don't play the drum. I just want to have fun and not work, and this is often my downfall.
7) Gallbladder or liver?
Well, I've always been a lung person myself,and I also really really love my pancreas, but I don't really like my gallbladder OR my liver. I don't like the idea of Gallstones though, so I'm gonna have to say liver.
I guess I kinda rushed this, but I think its good.
Imma tagging these punks. I... am NOT gangster.
Lex (LEXical Sematics)
Nan (Lifes Long; Live it well)
Krieger (Note to self: Think of Awesome Title)
Krieger's Older Brother (We are a Brutal Kind)
Wheezywaiter (The wheezy waiter)
I know I Didn't tag very many people, and that the last one is very unlikely, but I can hope right? Maybe if you all go to wheezywaiter's blog (click on his name), and comment on the most recent blog that I tagged him and that he should go check it out, he'll check it out. Imagine how cool that would be!
Here are your questions half-lizards.
1) What is one thing you hate about yourself? Phisically, OR other.
2) What is your favorite animal? Why? Is it a cow? Mine is.
3) Copying one of Wheezy's questions to Charlieissocoollike, What is that smell?
4) What's the weirdest thing you've done in public?
5) What is a question you REALLY wish you knew the answer to?
6) What would you do if twelve men came in your house uninvited and sat on your couch, staring at the wall and not saying a word?
Oink.
Go to wheezy's blog and tell 'im!
I just made a blog, and I have nothing to say, so I'm just going to get this started.
1) Sometimes I feel like I'm the craziest person person in the world...So you have to tell me something that makes you a little insane so I can feel better about myself.
Okay no, I'm kidding, but you still have to answer it :D
Have you ever read my blog? When I get crazy the same time I'm at the computer, it goes like this. I think I am the craziest person in my class, and I'm proud of it. The last couple days after school, I have been playing like a child with Krieger, "pretending." Y'know, like in Calvin and Hobbes.
Another thing was something I did only once, but I would do it again, if I hadn't got in so much trouble the first time. Once, I put on my biggest shirt and my super-stretchy pajama pants, and then I stole my friends blankets, and rammed 'em all in my clothing. I had stolen so many blankets, I needed someone to help me jam them all in. I was over three times my size, and when I fell, I needed help getting up. I then proceded to quickly waddle throughout the dorm, followed by a large crowd of screaming monkeys. Ehem, sorry, my friends. I get them confused.
I eventually rammed a senior that no one really likes into the wall with my blanket-belly. He tried punching me, but he missed because I had fallen flat on the ground.
2) Would you rather kiss Voldemort or Susan Boyle?
Well, I am a man, so I would like to lean towards the female, but I don't know...
I think I am going to pick Voldemort, because despite his nasty yellow nails, he for some reason looks really clean to me. He looks as clean as an Asian doctor, and thats not racist because it's a good thing.
Susan Boyle on the other hand... has a beard.
3) What is one impossible thing you wish was possible?
That I could live like Winnie the Pooh, or Wheezywaiter, and that is, live very simple, with enough money to live, and having a job that you love. Or, in Pooh's case, no job.
That really doesn't answer the question, but I cannot think of anything.
4) What type of dinosaur would you be? I want you to research extensively and match yourself up with one that has similar personality traits =P
Research? Aww... Come on Lex!
Probably, I would be a Pteranodon, which is very similar to a Pterodactyl. Like ice cubes in an ocean. Only because They can fly, and I don't like Pterodactyls. At all. I don't know why.
5) If you could move anywhere in the universe, where would you move? (Notice how I say "universe" which means if you would like to reside on Mars, or set up camp in a black hole, that's perfectly fine.)
Hmm... I think I would reside in mars and set up camp in a black hole. Not really, mars is just not for me. Too... alone...
Really, there are a lot of places that I would like to move, but I really don't know where. I would definitely stay on this planet, because I couldn't stand to be away from humanity.
One, I would like to live in a city thats busy, but not New York city. Maybe someplace in Chicago, preferably next door to Wheezywaiter. Craig Benzine.
I want it to be a semi calm place, where I rarely need to use my car because everything is so close to my house. Eric, shut up.
6) Theme song of your life?
I guess I can't think of a better one right now than "I want to bang on the drum all day", except, I don't play the drum. I just want to have fun and not work, and this is often my downfall.
7) Gallbladder or liver?
Well, I've always been a lung person myself,and I also really really love my pancreas, but I don't really like my gallbladder OR my liver. I don't like the idea of Gallstones though, so I'm gonna have to say liver.
I guess I kinda rushed this, but I think its good.
Imma tagging these punks. I... am NOT gangster.
Lex (LEXical Sematics)
Nan (Lifes Long; Live it well)
Krieger (Note to self: Think of Awesome Title)
Krieger's Older Brother (We are a Brutal Kind)
Wheezywaiter (The wheezy waiter)
I know I Didn't tag very many people, and that the last one is very unlikely, but I can hope right? Maybe if you all go to wheezywaiter's blog (click on his name), and comment on the most recent blog that I tagged him and that he should go check it out, he'll check it out. Imagine how cool that would be!
Here are your questions half-lizards.
1) What is one thing you hate about yourself? Phisically, OR other.
2) What is your favorite animal? Why? Is it a cow? Mine is.
3) Copying one of Wheezy's questions to Charlieissocoollike, What is that smell?
4) What's the weirdest thing you've done in public?
5) What is a question you REALLY wish you knew the answer to?
6) What would you do if twelve men came in your house uninvited and sat on your couch, staring at the wall and not saying a word?
Oink.
Go to wheezy's blog and tell 'im!
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