Mah Weekend. It t'was three days.

Hey, this previous weekend was really awesome, and I haven’t told you about it at all. Shame on you, Eric. Shame…

To set the time and place, I’ll say that I had school off on Monday the 5th, because the first of six terms of the school year just ended on Friday, and we always get the next day off of school for grade review. Now having an extra day off of school is always a good thing, but is even better when you go to a friend’s house. I went to Krieger’s house with Jeremiah, but that is NOT where this weekend began. It starts on Friday night, during the Varsity Homecoming Football game.

To make a long story short, we had Vuvuzelas.

A boy in my class in my class took orders, and went and ordered them off eBay (Oh the word eBay, with your lower case “e” and your uppercase second letter, Oh how I love thee.). He then brought them to the game. Haha, the game.

The Vuvuzelas were much more awesome than I EVER expected, and though I had a cracked lip at the time, they were extremely fun to blow. They collapsed smaller like a plastic lightsaber (The Microsoft Word dictionary is screaming to change lightsaber to light saber, but I ignore it because it’s funny.), they were red and white, our school colors, and they were really loud! What’s not to love? Apparently that they are too loud. There were many people complaining that they were way too annoying, and that they were too loud for a high school football game. Then again, I also thought they were annoying until I blew one myself. Now I can’t get enough of it.

I actually really want to know the ratio of people that loved the Vuvuzelas to the people that hated them, because there really was a larger number than I expected opposed to them.

When THE GAME was over, we drove home to Krieger’s house, and he gave us a tour that was way longer than it needed to be, and then we went straight to bed. Hey, vuvuzela blowing is exhausting. Exhaust is one of my favorite words.

The next morning, we woke up and ate cereal. Jeremiah commented on how good Americans are at making cereal. We said thank you, taking a little bit of credit for the delicious taste of cocoa krispies. What? Krispies isn’t a word? Disappointment.

After breakfast, we went hiking. We walked along a nature trail that went through the forest, but once we got far enough in, we ditched the trail. It was more fun that way. Eventually we came to a creek that was deep enough and wide enough that you couldn’t jump over, so we walked along the bank. Soon we came to a fallen log the stretched over the creek, but it was thin and slippery, so naturally, Jeremiah wanted to try crossing on it.

He climbed up onto it, at first walking but soon he got down to crawl across. We didn’t think he would, but he made it. Though the way the log way positioned, he couldn’t use it to get back over, so he was stuck. We went on, Jeremiah on one side of the river, and Krieger and I on the other, looking for another log to cross. After a while, Jeremiah gave up and took his socks and shoes off and waded across a shallow section.

We kept following the river until we found another less traveled trail, and we happily followed it. On the way I climbed a tree, Jeremiah farted on one, and we found another that was small enough to carry. We carried it along the trail, because Krieger said there was a dam nearby. When we got to the dam, we threw the tree off the side, and it broke. It was pretty cool.

The next day after church, we were in Krieger’s back yard, and we found his dad’s canoe, which He allowed us to use. He set us up with some life jackets and oars, and we packed some cookies and Jones soda, and we carried it down to the boat docking, which was only a couple blocks from Krieger’s house. The canoe was actually way heavier than we expected, and we complained about how much it weighed and how awkward it was to carry most of the way.

We canoed for about two hours, and on the way we found; One muddy shoe (Jeremiah hung it on a tree), One popped plastic balloon (we put it in our canoe and threw it away later), One metal softball bat (Jeremiah hits trees with it, and we still have it), a baseball (Jeremiah hits it with the bat also), A large fishing hook w/ line (You may hear about this soon), and we saw one blue heron. Jeremiah never saw a heron before, so it was pretty cool.

After the canoe trip, we were pretty exhausted. There’s that amazing word again.

We played ‘pirates dice’, or ‘Liars dice’ and after we learned how, we watched the part of Pirates of the Caribbean where they played it, and we actually understood it. That was pretty cool. We brought the game to school, and we play it moderately a lot.

On Monday, we slept in, and then we walked to town. We would have biked, but there are no bikes allowed in the town. Krieger’s dad gave us some money to but something in a cool little coffee shop, and I got a large pure espresso. It surprisingly didn’t effect me. And it burned my tongue.

I’m getting sick of writing and the weekend is over, so now for the question.

“What is the closest item to you starting with the letter ‘L’?”

L-Night!

Group effort translated.

Ok, I have a lot to talk about, but I don't feel like spending half an hour typing while I'm at Krieger's house with Jeremiah.  Hence, you get stuff like 'Group effort x2" and this. Remember when I took a blog I wrote and translated it to a different language and back? Click here if you don't. Since Group effort is crazy, then why not make it crazier? Plus, what else am I gonna do, talk about stuff? Psh...


I'm gonna translate 'group effort x2' into a language and back, then post that. You can read them all and see how they gradually get worse. Here ya go!


First, to German and back.


"I always have to poop when I turn the toilet. Do not get excited. It comes about every hour. It hurts, my behind. Apples apply pressure for days. You're crazy. YOU'RE weird. Cards can not be angry if they are evil. Each time you use the option box, you see a vast area, and that can be irritating. However, you can make your cat not be thrown very high, unless the cat can not fly down. Her face looks across the field and sees a huge field. Your bike is unnerved. This can not stop wearing, especially unnerved the bike of your cat. I climbed the first thing I saw, and it was a large gray piece, a piece of a rock. I luff climbing large nipples, because it is so fun. There are some red cars climb your house cat. Your happiness is the domestic cat, the red mountain climbing cars. Sometimes at night, sometimes day, I wall jump in the neck. The middle. I hug them. Holidays are sometimes sandy and sometimes jumps up into the sky great civilization which is kissable. This may not be repeated.


THE END."


Not SO different, but this will be. Swahili.


"I always have when I turn the toilet stool. Not getting excited. The time each hour. It hurts, my back. Apples to apply pressure for a day. You are insane. You're weird. The card can not be angry if it is bad. Each time you use the box option, you can see a big part, and that can be irritating. However, you can make your cat not to cast too, but cats can not jump down. His face appears in the field and sees a big field. Your bike is silent. This could stop wearing, especially unnerved the cycling of your cats. I climbed the first thing I saw, and it was a big gray piece, a piece of rock. I luff nipples growing larger, because it is so fun. There are some red cars climb your house cat.Your happiness is inside cats, red hill climb cars. Sometimes at night, sometimes days, I jump the wall of the neck. Center. I hug them. Holidays are sometimes sandy and sometimes flying in the sky great civilization which is passable. This may be frequent. END."


Pretty weird huh? Urdu, which Is a language I have never even heard of. Have you? Nope. You haven't.


"I always turn when I toilet stool. Is not encouraged. Time every hour. It hurts, my back. Apple for a day to apply pressure. You're crazy. You are very strange. This card is not angry bad can it be. Box each time you choose, you saw a big part, and they can be upset. However, your cat not to put in, but cats can not jump down. Her face appears in the region and sees a large field. Your bike is silent. Stop wearing it, especially cycling of your cats can unnerved. I first saw that I uploaded, and a big brown piece, was a piece of stone. I luff nipples growing, because it's funny. Vehicles a red cat climb your home. Your cats happiness, red hill climb inside cars. Sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, I jump the wall of the neck. Center. I hug them. Holidays sometimes sandy and sometimes the sky is passable in a great civilization which are flying. It often can be.


End."


For the fourth and last one, Traditional Chinese.


I'm always in my toilet stool. Not encouraged. Every hour of time. It hurt my back. Apple day pressure. You're crazy. You are very strange. This card is not bad can not be angry. Box, each time you choose, you see an important part, they can be broken. However, your cat is not implemented, but the cat can not jump. Her face appeared in the area, saw a large area. Your bike is silent. Stop wearing it, especially riding a bike your cat can feel uneasy. The first time I see my uploaded, and a big brown one, a piece of stone. I Loew nipple growth, because it is very interesting. The cat climbed up the red car to your home. Well-being of your cat, Red Hill climbed into the car. Sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, I jump the wall of the neck. Center. Embrace them. Sandy and holidays, and sometimes justify, and sometimes the sky of a great civilization, in the fly. It often.


End. .


It's REALLY weird, but we three could not stop laughing, until we finished reading it. Tell me how you think about it! PLEASE I LOVE COMMENTS. Moderately. Naw,  a lot.


Raisin-making-night.


Oh yeah, I'm writing this on an iMac. Exciting, huh?

Group effort x2

Group effort x1


This time, we each only get ONE word. Good luck reading this.


New rule, you can use your turn to add to the end of the previous word, and the combo word needs to be underlined. My finger is creaking. Lemme get some oil. *ALLERGIC REACTION*
Oh. I'm allergic to oil.


I always have to poop when I turn off the toilet room. Don't get excited about it. It happens about every hour. It hurts my behind. Apples apply pressure for days. You're weird. YOU'RE WEIRD. Cards can't be evil unless they are evil. Every time you look across the field, you see a gigantic field, and that can be unnerving. However, your cat cannot be thrown very high, unless the cat cannot fly downward. YOUR face looks across the field and sees a gigantic field. Your bicycle is unnerved. This cannot stop being unnerving, especially since your bicycle unnerved your cat. I climbed the first thing that I saw, and it was a large grey piece of a piece of a rock. I luff climbing large nipples, because it's so fun. There are some red cars climbing your housecat. Your lucky housecat is climbing the red mountaincars. Sometimes night, sometimes day, I wall            jump into your neck. THE MIDDLE. I hug it. Vacations are sandy sometimes and sometimes you jump upwards into the large sky civilization which is kissable. This cannot be repeated. 


THE END.

The toast poster

Here is my recreation of the toast poster. The original was better,because it was real.

TOASTNIGHT.

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.

Powder Puffins. and Zombies. Heehee...

If you think I’m crazy, you’re absolutely right, I’m insane.

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.

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.