I didn't blog yesterday because I didn't want to. End of story.
I only have a couple things to say today, so this'll be pretty quick.
One, I got a Ds. I have a PS2, and a Wii, but I have never had a handheld console before. I know Dsi's and Dsi Xl's are better, my sister has and Xl, but I don't have a job yet so I don't have much money. I had just barely enough for the Ds and Kingdom Hearts 358/2 days which I got used for 20 bucks. I'm playing it right now. Also I'm waiting for Kingdom Hearts re:coded to come out, though the release date hasn't even been announced. Maybe Kingdom Hearts Realm of the Dissouled for Wii, and maybe Super Scribblenauts are on my list, but I dunno.
Two, on saturday I leave for Camp Lor-ray, and I won't be back till friday. I won't blog during then. At all. Not even one. I'll tell you about it when I get back though.
I gotta get back to 358/2 days, so shut up. Isorry!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
July 3st
Ok, the first full day in my Grandparents house. I will explain rules and things that go on in this house.
My Grandparents house is to be always as clean as possible, and it is taken to the highest measures. We are instructed to walk very slowly on the stairs, and they are not kidding. They yell until we are walking so slowly that every time we go up or down, it takes close to 30 seconds, one way trip. We have to take our shoes off outside, rub our socks off while standing on this grate thing that lets the sand fall while allowing you to stand without getting MORE sand back on, my Grandpa's invention. Then we have to carefully step onto a rug in the Garage, and walk across, then wipe on ANOTHER grate thingy, and then you can step inside. It takes forever to load groceries from the car. You cannot slide your chair, get up, and move it. You have to slide up to the table until your chest touches the table, so that you do not drop crumbs. BLAH BLAH BLAH.
A lot the adults will be talking, so we occupy ourselves by using the exercise bike, and exercise skiis in the basement. It's pretty fun...
My Grandparents house is to be always as clean as possible, and it is taken to the highest measures. We are instructed to walk very slowly on the stairs, and they are not kidding. They yell until we are walking so slowly that every time we go up or down, it takes close to 30 seconds, one way trip. We have to take our shoes off outside, rub our socks off while standing on this grate thing that lets the sand fall while allowing you to stand without getting MORE sand back on, my Grandpa's invention. Then we have to carefully step onto a rug in the Garage, and walk across, then wipe on ANOTHER grate thingy, and then you can step inside. It takes forever to load groceries from the car. You cannot slide your chair, get up, and move it. You have to slide up to the table until your chest touches the table, so that you do not drop crumbs. BLAH BLAH BLAH.
A lot the adults will be talking, so we occupy ourselves by using the exercise bike, and exercise skiis in the basement. It's pretty fun...
Don't get me wrong though, I love it at my Grandparents house.
Today is the third, but the fourth of July parade was today because its Sunday tomorrow. We drove in to town early to get out spot, and we got a good one too. We lined up our chairs by our car, tied them down and went home to eat lunch because the parade didn't start for two hours. We actually got a pretty good spot. Latter, when we got there, there were a million and four people. Let me show you how many that is. 1,000,004. Thats a lot of people.
We went to our spot and got comfortable in our chairs. We positioned our plastic bags so that we could easily load them with candy, and then we sat there, and waited for the parade.
My brother and I occupied ourselves pretty well. For one thing, we poked little children that passed by us with the butt ends of our little flags, and watched them react. In my opinion, this was the most entertaining thing we did. We did other things too, such as get as many stickers from the advertisers as we could (one person gave us four stickers max, but we kept going back so we got like 30 stickers from them, though I actually don't remember what it was advertising.), asking the people that tell you to stay behind the spectator line if they had stickers (which would be cool, it would say, 'stay behing the line or my orange vest will strangle you.'), asking random old people if they had stickers (one old lady thought we said suckers, and she actually had some. Root beer flavor.), and much more. During this time of occupying ourselves, my Grandma occupied herself by saying, 'NO WAY!!' with a happy face whenever someone told her to vote for someone. THAT was hilarious.
Soon, the people in the spot directly to the left of us arrived, and they immediatly layed chairs along...
Lemme just show you.
As you can see from this wonderful HD recreation of the situation, there is many problems, all caused by the people to the side of us.
1. Their blanket was pink.
2. Their blanket was crossing into out spot, under our car even.
3. No matter how many times I poked it out from under our car and back across the line with a stick, it always got back.
4. There is a lady and a child who we don't know standing directly between me and my brother and our vehicle.
5. There were three small children to the left of me, trying to get candy.
6. There was no one actually on the roof of our car. That would have been cool, because it would've been a ninja.
7. Apparently we have the same car as the enemy.
8. The wooden train was infested by little kids so we could'nt play on it.
Two of the three little kids were too little to understand what was going on, but the third, Ohohohho.
The third kid was probably in kindergarten, and he was about as tall as me when I was sitting in a very low lawn chair, Perfect headbutting height. He short orange curly hair, and he was wearing small glasses. He was running ariund frantic, trying to get as much candy as he could into his cute little bag, because, as his mom repeated over and over, "He has to get candy for his two brothers too." (I still got more candy than him, hee hee.)
This kid was doing everything to get candy. He weaved around his grandma. He ran out in front of a marching band to get a tootsie roll. He even crawled right under our chairs to get candy from there. THAT is what got me mad about him.
I got him though. I didn't just let him scurry around, grabbing candy practically out of our bags. I did all I could to keep him off our spot. If his foot was an inch across the line, I bent over and pushed it onto their side, getting a weird look from him. One time he stood directly in front of me, and I poked him real good in the butt. Needless to say he stayed over there a while after that.
That's enough Eric. The more I talk about this, the more he becomes an innocent Kindergartener in my, mind, one that doesn't know what he's doing wrong. I do have to say what I did to get that woman and her son out from behind me.
They were standing there, not caring that they were standing in the middle of my family, and I turned my brother, and said, loud enough for them to hear, "Next year we should bring more convenient bags, these ones are too big. Also, we should bring shotguns to shoot people that stand behind us and in our spot."
That child looked at his mom, and slowly backed away. It was amusing.
Maybe you can't see the seriousness of how much they were surrounding us by the picture and my explanations, but just keep reading and forget I talked that long about this.
Yeah, I know I overreacted.
Today is the third, but the fourth of July parade was today because its Sunday tomorrow. We drove in to town early to get out spot, and we got a good one too. We lined up our chairs by our car, tied them down and went home to eat lunch because the parade didn't start for two hours. We actually got a pretty good spot. Latter, when we got there, there were a million and four people. Let me show you how many that is. 1,000,004. Thats a lot of people.
We went to our spot and got comfortable in our chairs. We positioned our plastic bags so that we could easily load them with candy, and then we sat there, and waited for the parade.
My brother and I occupied ourselves pretty well. For one thing, we poked little children that passed by us with the butt ends of our little flags, and watched them react. In my opinion, this was the most entertaining thing we did. We did other things too, such as get as many stickers from the advertisers as we could (one person gave us four stickers max, but we kept going back so we got like 30 stickers from them, though I actually don't remember what it was advertising.), asking the people that tell you to stay behind the spectator line if they had stickers (which would be cool, it would say, 'stay behing the line or my orange vest will strangle you.'), asking random old people if they had stickers (one old lady thought we said suckers, and she actually had some. Root beer flavor.), and much more. During this time of occupying ourselves, my Grandma occupied herself by saying, 'NO WAY!!' with a happy face whenever someone told her to vote for someone. THAT was hilarious.
Soon, the people in the spot directly to the left of us arrived, and they immediatly layed chairs along...
Lemme just show you.
As you can see from this wonderful HD recreation of the situation, there is many problems, all caused by the people to the side of us.
1. Their blanket was pink.
2. Their blanket was crossing into out spot, under our car even.
3. No matter how many times I poked it out from under our car and back across the line with a stick, it always got back.
4. There is a lady and a child who we don't know standing directly between me and my brother and our vehicle.
5. There were three small children to the left of me, trying to get candy.
6. There was no one actually on the roof of our car. That would have been cool, because it would've been a ninja.
7. Apparently we have the same car as the enemy.
8. The wooden train was infested by little kids so we could'nt play on it.
Two of the three little kids were too little to understand what was going on, but the third, Ohohohho.
The third kid was probably in kindergarten, and he was about as tall as me when I was sitting in a very low lawn chair, Perfect headbutting height. He short orange curly hair, and he was wearing small glasses. He was running ariund frantic, trying to get as much candy as he could into his cute little bag, because, as his mom repeated over and over, "He has to get candy for his two brothers too." (I still got more candy than him, hee hee.)
This kid was doing everything to get candy. He weaved around his grandma. He ran out in front of a marching band to get a tootsie roll. He even crawled right under our chairs to get candy from there. THAT is what got me mad about him.
I got him though. I didn't just let him scurry around, grabbing candy practically out of our bags. I did all I could to keep him off our spot. If his foot was an inch across the line, I bent over and pushed it onto their side, getting a weird look from him. One time he stood directly in front of me, and I poked him real good in the butt. Needless to say he stayed over there a while after that.
That's enough Eric. The more I talk about this, the more he becomes an innocent Kindergartener in my, mind, one that doesn't know what he's doing wrong. I do have to say what I did to get that woman and her son out from behind me.
They were standing there, not caring that they were standing in the middle of my family, and I turned my brother, and said, loud enough for them to hear, "Next year we should bring more convenient bags, these ones are too big. Also, we should bring shotguns to shoot people that stand behind us and in our spot."
That child looked at his mom, and slowly backed away. It was amusing.
Maybe you can't see the seriousness of how much they were surrounding us by the picture and my explanations, but just keep reading and forget I talked that long about this.
Yeah, I know I overreacted.
I'm back. Woo. One person is happy. Me.
I'm a terrible blogger, I know. However, I do want to continue this blog, and possibly get hundreds of followers, so I'm just going to explain myself, and continue on blogging.
Ok, so on my trip to Minnesota, It was a lot harder to blog than I predicted.
I forgot my Laptop charger at home, something which my Laptop does not run at all without. I used my brothers because we have the same laptop, but he didn't exactly like that.
My parents forced me to try and socialize with my relatives, but they almost never acknowledge us kids during a conversation, so basically, we just sat there. My mom would say, stop playing Dr. mario (I developed an obsession on this trip) and come talk with us. Often I never said a word.
The only access to the internet I had was my Grandparents computer, which was slow, and I actually wasn't allowed on it. I snuck on it once in awhile though. Also we would occasionally go to a coffee shop that has wifi, but my laptop takes so long to turn on that it is not worth taking it.
I just killed a bug and catapulted it's corpse across the dark abyss of my room with a plastic spoon. Huh.
So Basically, I only wrote ONE blog the whole trip, and the only reason it is long is because I wrote on it collectively over the trip. I'll post it right after this one, it's from July 3rd. Or as they say it on Transformice, 3st.
Right click > Ignore spelling
SO THERE. I updated you. Full 100% updation complete
RIGHT CLICK > IGNORE SPELLING
(I can't stand that red squiggly line under misspelled creative words.)
(You can't stand me.)
Ok, so on my trip to Minnesota, It was a lot harder to blog than I predicted.
I forgot my Laptop charger at home, something which my Laptop does not run at all without. I used my brothers because we have the same laptop, but he didn't exactly like that.
My parents forced me to try and socialize with my relatives, but they almost never acknowledge us kids during a conversation, so basically, we just sat there. My mom would say, stop playing Dr. mario (I developed an obsession on this trip) and come talk with us. Often I never said a word.
The only access to the internet I had was my Grandparents computer, which was slow, and I actually wasn't allowed on it. I snuck on it once in awhile though. Also we would occasionally go to a coffee shop that has wifi, but my laptop takes so long to turn on that it is not worth taking it.
I just killed a bug and catapulted it's corpse across the dark abyss of my room with a plastic spoon. Huh.
So Basically, I only wrote ONE blog the whole trip, and the only reason it is long is because I wrote on it collectively over the trip. I'll post it right after this one, it's from July 3rd. Or as they say it on Transformice, 3st.
Right click > Ignore spelling
SO THERE. I updated you. Full 100% updation complete
RIGHT CLICK > IGNORE SPELLING
(I can't stand that red squiggly line under misspelled creative words.)
(You can't stand me.)
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Tell 'ya what's happening.
OK, this blog might not be very long, because I'm actually not supposed to be on the computer right now, but I did say that yesterday, and It didn't turn out so bad.
Today, was basically lived in anticipation of the trip tomorrow. Tomorrow means for you, that the monster blogs are starting, but to us it means getting up really early in the morning, and sitting in a car for countless hours. Actually, I am not getting up early, because I plan on staying up the entire night, since I can sleep in the car anyway, and because I have been up until 2:00 every night for five nights.
I'm playing chess with my sister right now, and she's reading a book. It's a pretty slow moving game.
My mom is mentioning that I still need a haircut, and I'm trying to avoid her until it's too late for her to do it. It's worked several times in the past. If it doesn't work, I will post before and after pictures.
I'm penetrating her pawn wall with my knight EASILY.
Ok, so I ended flipping the chess board when she captured my queen, but It really doesn't matter, because It's hard to play chess and blog at the same time. I want to bring the chess board into the car tomorrow.
Yes, my mom just got me and cut my hair, and though It doesn't look too bad, It could be better. Basically I want my hair to be more like Anthony from smosh, but longer in the back (google it). It doesn't work though because my mom won't let me grow my bangs long enough.
I'll post the before and after pictures some other time.
For the past two hours I have been uploading an audio book from the library onto my iTunes, so that I can listen to it on the trip while playing tetris. I'll be playing a lot of tetris.
I can't really type very much today, so I'll sign off with the last video of the day for a while.
If you watch it, make sure you watch it to the end!
Today, was basically lived in anticipation of the trip tomorrow. Tomorrow means for you, that the monster blogs are starting, but to us it means getting up really early in the morning, and sitting in a car for countless hours. Actually, I am not getting up early, because I plan on staying up the entire night, since I can sleep in the car anyway, and because I have been up until 2:00 every night for five nights.
I'm playing chess with my sister right now, and she's reading a book. It's a pretty slow moving game.
My mom is mentioning that I still need a haircut, and I'm trying to avoid her until it's too late for her to do it. It's worked several times in the past. If it doesn't work, I will post before and after pictures.
I'm penetrating her pawn wall with my knight EASILY.
Ok, so I ended flipping the chess board when she captured my queen, but It really doesn't matter, because It's hard to play chess and blog at the same time. I want to bring the chess board into the car tomorrow.
Yes, my mom just got me and cut my hair, and though It doesn't look too bad, It could be better. Basically I want my hair to be more like Anthony from smosh, but longer in the back (google it). It doesn't work though because my mom won't let me grow my bangs long enough.
I'll post the before and after pictures some other time.
For the past two hours I have been uploading an audio book from the library onto my iTunes, so that I can listen to it on the trip while playing tetris. I'll be playing a lot of tetris.
I can't really type very much today, so I'll sign off with the last video of the day for a while.
If you watch it, make sure you watch it to the end!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Hey, wadd'ya say I barely write anything?
OK. It's 11:12, PM, and I haven't started writing all day. So what? Do you remember how much I wrote yesterday? That was crazy! That was like two blogs. Don't complain.
Last night after I put the finishing touches on yesterday's blog, I watched some episodes of a show my mom and dad both recognized from their childhood, Different Strokes. Different Strokes is a show about two young african american boys who's parents died, so they were adopted by a rich white man. This is the show that Gary Coleman became popular in, with his catch phrase, "Watchoo talkin' 'bout Willis?"
I really like it, and I thing Gary Coleman was really cute in it. You should check it out.
OH! Today, we got a Sauna. It is a small two person one, but it's a sauna. It sits in the other side of the basement from my room, so I can't see it, but when my mom is using it I can hear her music that she plays on the built in I-pod speakers. I'll show you pictures tomorrow.
Also, when we get to Minnesota, I will take pictures of my Grandparents house, to show you, because it's pretty scenic, because it's by a lake.
ALSO, my mom might make me get a haircut tomorrow. I hate haircuts. If so, I will take before and after shots. Haha, then you can see what I look like.
Oh, and before I depart, I wanted to mention that me and my brother helped our neighbor clean out her garage, and she paid us $20 each!
Update: I now have a total of $87, and my birthday is July 24. You guys better 'Happy Birthday' me btw, or I'll quit blogging.
...
That's not much a threat, eh?
Today there is two videos, but they are basically the same thing. These are two of many russian? animated commercials for some kind of chip. There are so many more, so if you like the go watch more. I just picked two that I like.
Last night after I put the finishing touches on yesterday's blog, I watched some episodes of a show my mom and dad both recognized from their childhood, Different Strokes. Different Strokes is a show about two young african american boys who's parents died, so they were adopted by a rich white man. This is the show that Gary Coleman became popular in, with his catch phrase, "Watchoo talkin' 'bout Willis?"
I really like it, and I thing Gary Coleman was really cute in it. You should check it out.
OH! Today, we got a Sauna. It is a small two person one, but it's a sauna. It sits in the other side of the basement from my room, so I can't see it, but when my mom is using it I can hear her music that she plays on the built in I-pod speakers. I'll show you pictures tomorrow.
To make room for the sauna, we had to get rid of the air hockey table that we never use, because it takes up a lot of room in the basement. My dad put an ad on craigslist for it a week ago, but we got no calls or anything, so my dad just decided, screw it. We took it out by the road and put a FREE sign on it. Then he had a good idea. We took an extension cord out to it, plugged it in, and added TRY ME on the sign. It was pretty weird to play air hockey in your front lawn. In thirty seconds, some guy came along, beat my brother 2-1, and loaded it into his pickup truck, and drove away. It was so easy.
ALSO, my mom might make me get a haircut tomorrow. I hate haircuts. If so, I will take before and after shots. Haha, then you can see what I look like.
Oh, and before I depart, I wanted to mention that me and my brother helped our neighbor clean out her garage, and she paid us $20 each!
Update: I now have a total of $87, and my birthday is July 24. You guys better 'Happy Birthday' me btw, or I'll quit blogging.
...
That's not much a threat, eh?
Today there is two videos, but they are basically the same thing. These are two of many russian? animated commercials for some kind of chip. There are so many more, so if you like the go watch more. I just picked two that I like.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I've gotta say that today has been a good day
So I learned something yesterday. I learned that I should not post the blog until the end of the day because A, I'll find a better video of the day, and B, I 'll have a million more things to talk about.
One thing I should have talked about yesterday is that I went to the dentist. I know! I completely forgot to say aanything! I normally don't mind going to the doctor, and I din't mind getting shots and stuff, but the dentist, I really hate. I am not scared, NO! Certainly not me! Ahh a spider!!
No really. The thing I hate about the dentist is 1, the rubber electric toothbrush thing. I dunno about all dentists, but mine has this little electric brush that spins around, but it's made of rubber. Then he dips it in this little centimeter wide applesauce container with a foul tasting stuff, and then grinds the rubber on your teeth. I hate that so much, because he always does a couple things. 1, he grinds in circles on the front surface of my too-big front teeth, and 2, when he tries to get the back of my top row, he ALWAYS misses, and grinds it on the top of my gums. That is why I hate that.
The 2nd thing I hate about the dentist, is the pink fluoride stuff. You know, the cold, pink stuff on a giant one-sided q-tip. The dentist coats your teeth with it, and then sits there, for who knows how long, while you are trying not to swallow, with trying to breathe. THEN you cant eat for half an hour. The eating part I understand, but what I especially hate is that you cannot rinse the pink stuff out! I hjate the taste of it, the clumsy dentist got it all over my lips, and I have the sit and wait for half an hour! AHH.
That was a crazy scream. REALLY crazy. I should be waering a straightjacket, because I just screamed so crazily. Seriously.
So I saw yesterday on yahoo that the trailer for the seventh Harry Potter movie is out. Apparently part 1 of it comes out September 19, 2010. That's good, not too far away. I have almost always seen the harry potter movie in the theaters, with my friend Andrew. Though he has not read the books (I know shame right?), he likes the movies, but I have read the books all twice, so you know how that goes.
So I just found out that I have nine polo shirts. Why? I barely ever wear polo shirts unless my mom force me to for graduation parties or something. I might need to get rid of some of them. I mean I barely have twenty t-shirts. Why do I have that meny polo shirts? I don't even know where I got them all. I don't even know why I got them.
So anyway.
I'm already being forced to pack my stuff for the trip that were going on on friday. That is like how the stores put up all the Christmas stuff up so early. Basically my mom is going to try and spend the most of the remaining week getting ready, because she is so exited to see her parents, my Grand parents. But then once we get there, I garuntee that one third of the total trip will be spent sitting around akwardly waiting for them to wake up from a nap. We don't know what to do then, because we have to be quiet and stuff.
OK, just now, about twenty five hours worth of stuff happened.
First, I was writing what wrote before the previous paragraph, and also woodcutting on runescape, and chatting on facebook, all at the same time. Yeah, I didn't get very much written very quickly.
I was chatting with my friend Andrew, and he decided, for some reason, that he was going to buy two pizzas from Dominoes, and drive to my house. At the time, my parents were out at their jobs, and my brother sister and I were at home alone. He only recently got his drivers license, so this was a new thing for him to come over like this. Although I am (not)ninety five, I have not even started drivers training.
For whatever reason, I didn't call and ask my parents, so he just came with the two pizzas, which we shared with my siblings (they were good btw... the pizza not my siblings), and then we decided to go to that store near my house that I have mentioned before to get drinks.
Recently I saw a video by smosh, in which Ian tries to break the world record for the most Ferrero Rochers eaten in a minute. The world record is seven, and he ate six. I can't put the video on here, because I'm stupid, but anyway.
While we were there getting drinks, I saw some Fererro Rochers, and I bought them, because I had never had them before, and I wanted to know if they were really that hard to eat quickly. I could eat one in ten seconds, so I probably would have gotten about six.
Then, we got home, and sat around, until my parents got home, and they didn't really care that Andrew came over, which is just what I expected.
Then my dad had us take down a section of chain link fence, so that was cool.
Then we went to two libraries, and Andrew went home.
Then when we got home, the coolness started.
Last week, my brother got a little grill this that has a Diameter of about five inches. Really, its really small. That say, we tried lighting some Charcoal briquettes in it, but for some reason we couldn't. Today though, my dad had the idea of using a blowtorch that he has. That worked very well, and we were so exited. We let them burn a while, and then they got white, but we didn't have any kind of food to roast over it. My mom took me to the store, and we got a package of marshmallows, a package of hotdogs, and three little loafs of bread for a dollar
(?) (<- what you're thinking about the loaves of bread.)
So we spent about two hours roasting marshmallows and half hotdogs over a tiny little grill thing with forks, and it was so funny.
Basically, this was a good day.
This is the video that I found yesterday that is better than sambe baby. Me and my sister are just listening to it over and over. while she plays mario and I... write this. I'm gonna have it stuck in my head forever! But seriously, watch it.
Hey, calm down. I love you.
One thing I should have talked about yesterday is that I went to the dentist. I know! I completely forgot to say aanything! I normally don't mind going to the doctor, and I din't mind getting shots and stuff, but the dentist, I really hate. I am not scared, NO! Certainly not me! Ahh a spider!!
No really. The thing I hate about the dentist is 1, the rubber electric toothbrush thing. I dunno about all dentists, but mine has this little electric brush that spins around, but it's made of rubber. Then he dips it in this little centimeter wide applesauce container with a foul tasting stuff, and then grinds the rubber on your teeth. I hate that so much, because he always does a couple things. 1, he grinds in circles on the front surface of my too-big front teeth, and 2, when he tries to get the back of my top row, he ALWAYS misses, and grinds it on the top of my gums. That is why I hate that.
The 2nd thing I hate about the dentist, is the pink fluoride stuff. You know, the cold, pink stuff on a giant one-sided q-tip. The dentist coats your teeth with it, and then sits there, for who knows how long, while you are trying not to swallow, with trying to breathe. THEN you cant eat for half an hour. The eating part I understand, but what I especially hate is that you cannot rinse the pink stuff out! I hjate the taste of it, the clumsy dentist got it all over my lips, and I have the sit and wait for half an hour! AHH.
That was a crazy scream. REALLY crazy. I should be waering a straightjacket, because I just screamed so crazily. Seriously.
So I saw yesterday on yahoo that the trailer for the seventh Harry Potter movie is out. Apparently part 1 of it comes out September 19, 2010. That's good, not too far away. I have almost always seen the harry potter movie in the theaters, with my friend Andrew. Though he has not read the books (I know shame right?), he likes the movies, but I have read the books all twice, so you know how that goes.
So I just found out that I have nine polo shirts. Why? I barely ever wear polo shirts unless my mom force me to for graduation parties or something. I might need to get rid of some of them. I mean I barely have twenty t-shirts. Why do I have that meny polo shirts? I don't even know where I got them all. I don't even know why I got them.
So anyway.
I'm already being forced to pack my stuff for the trip that were going on on friday. That is like how the stores put up all the Christmas stuff up so early. Basically my mom is going to try and spend the most of the remaining week getting ready, because she is so exited to see her parents, my Grand parents. But then once we get there, I garuntee that one third of the total trip will be spent sitting around akwardly waiting for them to wake up from a nap. We don't know what to do then, because we have to be quiet and stuff.
OK, just now, about twenty five hours worth of stuff happened.
First, I was writing what wrote before the previous paragraph, and also woodcutting on runescape, and chatting on facebook, all at the same time. Yeah, I didn't get very much written very quickly.
I was chatting with my friend Andrew, and he decided, for some reason, that he was going to buy two pizzas from Dominoes, and drive to my house. At the time, my parents were out at their jobs, and my brother sister and I were at home alone. He only recently got his drivers license, so this was a new thing for him to come over like this. Although I am (not)ninety five, I have not even started drivers training.
For whatever reason, I didn't call and ask my parents, so he just came with the two pizzas, which we shared with my siblings (they were good btw... the pizza not my siblings), and then we decided to go to that store near my house that I have mentioned before to get drinks.
Recently I saw a video by smosh, in which Ian tries to break the world record for the most Ferrero Rochers eaten in a minute. The world record is seven, and he ate six. I can't put the video on here, because I'm stupid, but anyway.
While we were there getting drinks, I saw some Fererro Rochers, and I bought them, because I had never had them before, and I wanted to know if they were really that hard to eat quickly. I could eat one in ten seconds, so I probably would have gotten about six.
Then, we got home, and sat around, until my parents got home, and they didn't really care that Andrew came over, which is just what I expected.
Then my dad had us take down a section of chain link fence, so that was cool.
Then we went to two libraries, and Andrew went home.
Then when we got home, the coolness started.
Last week, my brother got a little grill this that has a Diameter of about five inches. Really, its really small. That say, we tried lighting some Charcoal briquettes in it, but for some reason we couldn't. Today though, my dad had the idea of using a blowtorch that he has. That worked very well, and we were so exited. We let them burn a while, and then they got white, but we didn't have any kind of food to roast over it. My mom took me to the store, and we got a package of marshmallows, a package of hotdogs, and three little loafs of bread for a dollar
(?) (<- what you're thinking about the loaves of bread.)
So we spent about two hours roasting marshmallows and half hotdogs over a tiny little grill thing with forks, and it was so funny.
Basically, this was a good day.
This is the video that I found yesterday that is better than sambe baby. Me and my sister are just listening to it over and over. while she plays mario and I... write this. I'm gonna have it stuck in my head forever! But seriously, watch it.
Hey, calm down. I love you.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Yay! video of the day is better!
HOLY COW.
Eric, cows are not holy~! (whiney voice of a reader)
OH, YEAH? WELL THE SPOTS ON THEM LOOK LIKE HOLES.
Wow, that was pretty stupid. That was a joke I made up a long time ago with my brother. It was way funnier back then.
Why did I say Holy cow? Ill tell you, because I'm such a good person.
Remember yesterday, when I was so happy over my fourth follower that it caused my ninety five year old bag of bones to fall off my bed to my sharp lego-y death (my floor is scattered with Legos because a huge bucket of them fell and I don't feel like picking them up)? Yeah, well when I logged on to my blog, and it had NINE followers, I almost literally killed myself and my brother. I was so happy I was speeding around the house at, oh, about the speed of light, eating hard boiled eggs and arc welding bicycles. I was SO happy, and I want hug every single one of you, but I can't because I'm a welding ninety five year old man and you'll break me.
Ok, I'm going to stop saying I'm ninety five, because some of you will believe me.
I have decided that because I am writing for some people that I don't know, I can't rely on them so much to put up with my not-writing, so I will write everyday for as long as I can. Again, I've said it a million times, and I'll say it a million more, on friday I am going to Minnesota, so I might not post them right away, but I'll be writing them in word or in a notebook or whatever, so that I can post them later. So don't panic and have a stroke. Also, until they get out of control, I will answer any comment questions, so feel absolutely more than welcome to ask. Ask anything. LITERALLY.
I didn't do it today because I woke up at 11, but tomorrow I might start a new way of writing these. I will just leave the blog open all day, and whenever I think of something to say, I'll write it. That way I don't have to sit here and think of what to write. Clever eh? I'm not Canadian... eh.
I'm actually having someone proof read this blog, which is a good idea. Now you won't accidentally kill someone in rage because you can't understand what I said. I'm sure it's happened before.
Remember, when I said that I bought an arizona tea, and I was so ashamed of myself because I promised myself that I wouldn't buy anything for the whole summer? Yeah... I have failed. I kept the receipts from everything I bought, and I'll tell you them all right now. OK?
Total, I have bought 5 Two liter bottles, 6 Ramen, and 1 Accursed Arizona Tea, for a total of $9.10. Thats WAY more than the 'nothing' I planned on, and yes, I am ashamed. I is WAY less than what I bought last year, and I still have over $80 dollars right now, with my birthday coming up, so I'm not so worried about it.
Right now, in this very paragraph, I'm going to tell you something half embarrassing for me to say. I want... a beard.
I know, it's kinda weird, but I really want a beard, and as soon as I am physically able to grow one, I will grow one. Not one of those weird ones that are only along the bottom edge of the chin, a full beard. A great lumber jack beard. And it WILL be weird, especially since I am blonde, but also I am weird, so thats fine with me.
HERE is the best video of the blog?/day? what do you think I should call it? Anyway, this is the best video I've shown you guys, and I really like it. Plus I figured out the better way to put them on here.
The baby in this video will definately do something when he gets older. What exactly, I'm not sure, there WAS a lot of pelvic thrusting goin on...
So there you go. My blog to nine people. Aiieeee! I just reminded myself.
Eric, cows are not holy~! (whiney voice of a reader)
OH, YEAH? WELL THE SPOTS ON THEM LOOK LIKE HOLES.
Wow, that was pretty stupid. That was a joke I made up a long time ago with my brother. It was way funnier back then.
Why did I say Holy cow? Ill tell you, because I'm such a good person.
Remember yesterday, when I was so happy over my fourth follower that it caused my ninety five year old bag of bones to fall off my bed to my sharp lego-y death (my floor is scattered with Legos because a huge bucket of them fell and I don't feel like picking them up)? Yeah, well when I logged on to my blog, and it had NINE followers, I almost literally killed myself and my brother. I was so happy I was speeding around the house at, oh, about the speed of light, eating hard boiled eggs and arc welding bicycles. I was SO happy, and I want hug every single one of you, but I can't because I'm a welding ninety five year old man and you'll break me.
Ok, I'm going to stop saying I'm ninety five, because some of you will believe me.
I have decided that because I am writing for some people that I don't know, I can't rely on them so much to put up with my not-writing, so I will write everyday for as long as I can. Again, I've said it a million times, and I'll say it a million more, on friday I am going to Minnesota, so I might not post them right away, but I'll be writing them in word or in a notebook or whatever, so that I can post them later. So don't panic and have a stroke. Also, until they get out of control, I will answer any comment questions, so feel absolutely more than welcome to ask. Ask anything. LITERALLY.
I didn't do it today because I woke up at 11, but tomorrow I might start a new way of writing these. I will just leave the blog open all day, and whenever I think of something to say, I'll write it. That way I don't have to sit here and think of what to write. Clever eh? I'm not Canadian... eh.
I'm actually having someone proof read this blog, which is a good idea. Now you won't accidentally kill someone in rage because you can't understand what I said. I'm sure it's happened before.
Remember, when I said that I bought an arizona tea, and I was so ashamed of myself because I promised myself that I wouldn't buy anything for the whole summer? Yeah... I have failed. I kept the receipts from everything I bought, and I'll tell you them all right now. OK?
Total, I have bought 5 Two liter bottles, 6 Ramen, and 1 Accursed Arizona Tea, for a total of $9.10. Thats WAY more than the 'nothing' I planned on, and yes, I am ashamed. I is WAY less than what I bought last year, and I still have over $80 dollars right now, with my birthday coming up, so I'm not so worried about it.
Right now, in this very paragraph, I'm going to tell you something half embarrassing for me to say. I want... a beard.
I know, it's kinda weird, but I really want a beard, and as soon as I am physically able to grow one, I will grow one. Not one of those weird ones that are only along the bottom edge of the chin, a full beard. A great lumber jack beard. And it WILL be weird, especially since I am blonde, but also I am weird, so thats fine with me.
HERE is the best video of the blog?/day? what do you think I should call it? Anyway, this is the best video I've shown you guys, and I really like it. Plus I figured out the better way to put them on here.
The baby in this video will definately do something when he gets older. What exactly, I'm not sure, there WAS a lot of pelvic thrusting goin on...
So there you go. My blog to nine people. Aiieeee! I just reminded myself.
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