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!

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!

Group effort x1

The rest of the blog will be a group effort, split between me and Krieger. I will take the first two words, and he will take the next two, then me, and so on. It should get interesting because we are not specifically talking about anything in particular, so Pffffff...

Sometimes, I want to eat lots of crappy snack foods, just because my mother does not eat them. I, however, LOVE snack foods that are melted beyond recognition, because they taste so much better than my mothers bagged goods. You can not BELIEVE how bright they suck. Man, the sun hurts my mother's eyes when it sees her. After I throw away my large dining table, I will eat the leftovers. Because of their size, kangaroos are very jumpy. That can sometimes make sense, but not very often. Plastic pieces may be stuck in your throat, mine are. They taste very often like a very big and tasty chunk of oddly shaped and beautiful pieces of crunchy road. That sentence was my worst ever. Haha, no. Obviously, the moon reads very slowly, but very quickly sometimes. Apple butter runs like your refrigerator, you better eat a delicious meal. This will be the end of the world, and you. Cockroaches, however, DO NOT drive Winnebagos, like your cricket does. Stuart little's son likes oranges, but he died. TERRIBLE story, with a good ending. It made barf come out of my mouth. Very slowly, we write, as two peacocks eat delicious mangoes. Mangoes being delicious, are not mangoes, but tropical sandwiches. Witches of sand, don't eat mangoes, but mangoes eat witches of sand. Cats climb like, never. Level 100 is easy to reach if lemons roll quickly, but if they roll slowly, you suck. Haha, you must suck. Your lemon is stopped. Even though I like lemons, they are bumpy, which sucks. I hate Eric Pankow, and I don't hate Eric Pankow. You cheater. That's legal. Says who? Says... Clowns are evil. Not always, but usually. Not really. Shut up. Stop typing. Never ever. Right now. Nope, never. DO IT! Ummm ok. The end.

That was fun. I think we will end now, and I also think that I will do more of these. It turned out well. Comment please!

It's a long story.

I now have a baby. His name is Xemnas. Tell you tomorrow.

The spelling suggestion for Xemnas was XEnox, capitol E and all. Pretty terrible Google-powered blogger.com.

Wisdom-filled night.

TWO DAYS WORTH OF WRITING CLAIMED TO BE ONE!!! I'M SUCH A CHEATER!!! THIS IS SUCH A LONG TITLE!!!

“I wear Old Navy; they have an excellent selection and are priced well within their market.”

Do you know what that is from? If so, then congratulations. If you don’t shame on you, or you just have a bad memory, and I understand that. I do too.

Is it just me, or is it harder than it should be to spell congratulations? That is a really long word. I think that if you want to “Congratulate” someone, you should not bore them with the longevity of the words you use to do it. Get it over with why doncha? That’s why I just say;

“I love you”

Except I never say that.

It is really hard to blog on weekdays, though I don’t blog on weekends. This is because on the weekends, I like to do stuff other than sit and type for half an hour. I do not have a half an hour to spare with all the sleeping and wondering what I can do since the internet is down.

Really, last weekend our internet went down. It was so boring. I know that there was plenty that I could do, but really none of those things seemed appealing to me. You know what I mean. You ask your mom what to do, she’ll say, “Well, you can wash the bathroom floor, you can wash the floors bathroom, you can bathroom the washes floor, you can…”

I am getting weirder and weirder. It’s good though right?

The point is, you should never let your mom know that you are bored. Hide in a closet or something.

267 words. Oh, now it’s 272. Gah! It keeps changing!! AHhhhhhh!!!

A volleyball game is going on right now. I can’t go to it because I’m in study hall. I never know when the games are until the day of, and then it’s too late to reschedule my study halls. It angers me.

Cut, Copy, Paste.

The vowels are: A E I O U.

I’m kinda crazy right now. I don’t like the word hyper for some reason. I just don’t. But recently I have been crazier more and more often, and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not.

I love you.

Except I never say that.

This blog is Gnome-like, as in short.

I need to do this. Not because I have been told to, or because It is satisfying to do it, but because of the cupcakes!

Cupcakes? Why, did I write that? What was I even talking about? I don’t have to do anything right now, except go to the bathroom, which the computer guy won’t let me do.

Gah! I have to go so bad!

So basically I am not planning ahead with this blog, though I hardly usually do anyway, but… Ok seriously I have to go.

Yes! He let me go! The teacher will always let you go if you have that urgent look in your eye. I think they have a contact lense with “that look” in it, and that would be pretty useful.

I have nothing to talk about. I might just end this here. Cruel and pathetic I know, but it’s Monday/Tuesday (I don’t remember which)! I have nothing to say. I will write another tomorrow that actually says something.

OH! One more story.

Today, we convinced a freshman boy to ask out a girl he liked. She said yes, she would go out with him, IF he didn’t play Xbox 360 for the rest of the day. You don’t know this boy, but he is obsessed with Xbox. He agreed and the date was set. Then we realized. Guess what comes out today? Halo Reach! You may not understand, but it was really funny to us.

ALSO THIS IS MY FIFTIETH BLOG!!! SEND ME CAAAAKKKE!!!

I like One Piece.

What title can be used to describe the chaos in this blog?

Well today, I’m in the library writing this and Library Eric is nowhere to be seen. I just don’t know about that guy. He does not follow the rules. Then again, I wouldn’t if I had to stay in the Library all day. He could at least go on the computer; there are computers in the Library. Wait, why did he go to the computer lab yesterday? He can read one piece all night in here. Eh, I’m sure he has his reasons…

Y’know, as much as I hate him, I would love to be Library Eric. When everybody leaves for the night, he could read stuff online all night, not having to wake up for school the next day. That would be the life. What does he eat though? You are not allowed to bring food into the Library. No ramen? Never mind, being him doesn’t sound so cool anymore.

Where is he I wonder? Hmm…

So, these weekday blogs have been pretty fictional these past days, and I think it’s obvious why. Why would you want to hear about school? I never do anything blog worthy on weekdays at school. That’s why I have to make things up.

I am a junior now, as you know, and I was once a freshman, obviously. When I was a freshman, there were the regular “Stupid freshman” or “Get out of my room now freshman” from the upperclassmen, and at the time, I didn’t understand why they didn’t like me. I made them laugh with that joke I told, why don’t they want to be my friend? Now that I’m a freshman, I completely understand what they felt. 90% of the freshmen are people you just don’t want to be around, half because they are just freshman. It’s a bit like racism. I guess. So you Nan, and other people that are younger, when you go to high school, think about it. When you are upperclassmen, you will hate the freshmen too.

A couple weeks ago, me and a German exchange student who is really cool collected cans at a home football game, and we recently took them to the store. Total, we collected $3.50 worth, so we both got $1.75 each. Cool huh? I am really desperate for content at this point.

When we got the money from the cans, they gave us two gold dollar coins, and Jeremiah, the German student, had never seen them before. He thought they were special quarters. I explained it to him, but it made me wonder how hard it would be to switch countries. Not only language would be different, but way of doing things, humor differences, different money, different measuring system! Seriously, how hard would it be for us Americans to use the metric system only, or to hear the temperature in Celsius all day. That how it is for them. So many more things are different than you think of.

I’m running out of things to say so fast.

Twinket? Any Ideas?

Blub blub blub.

What’s that? Scientists successfully moved small particles with a tiny tractor beam?

Yeah. A tractor beam. Imagine what cops could do with full power tractor beam.

OK sir, you are under arrest. Put you hands behind you’re… HEY COME BACK HERE!

Runrunrunrunrun…

Oh no, you won’t get away on my watch. *Pulls out tractor beam*

[Censored]

That was censored because a criminal was picked up by a tractor beam and shaken violently. You can only imagine what that man might possibly be screaming. I didn’t listen, so I don’t know. It was a safety precaution.

So um… It will end here?

Oh hi Library Eric, where were you this whole time?

I was in your room, eating your last ramen.

…!