Update. The update. This update. Your update.

This is an update.

I have not been blogging recently, but hold in there tight (Your seatbelt should help, FASTEN IT), because something big is coming. Seriously, it's huge.

HEY! LOOK AT ME! NOW!

I want a cup of coffee.

They cost 35 cents.

Hoorah.

Stop! Don't give me that hat, I love it too much.

I… *sigh* I don’t want to blog today.

I have a new favorite author. His name is John Green. He is an amazing author. Now don’t think that just because he is my favorite authors, that one of his books will be my favorite book, no sir. John Green is my favorite author, but my favorite book is the tenth book of the Pendragon series.

How can this be? I liek how John Green writes, but what he has written is not my favorite. I liek (liek is right, by the way) what the author of the Pendragon series was written, but I don’t exactly like how he writes. If this made it more confusing, I am utterly sorry.

Today I bought two red pops (Faygo©) today, because one of them had a white cover (not cap, a cap is a hat), and one of them had a yellow cover. I couldn’t decide which one to buy, so I bought both. A waste you say? Nay!

The room is quiet. The next word I hear, I will write.

Ok, the next English word, German doesn’t count. *Sigh…* neither does Korean.

‘What’

The full question was, “What is the date today?” It is, of course, the seventeenth. Of October. Of the year 2010. When I type this, not necessarily when you read it.

Have you ever… Never mind, you haven’t.

Eric wollte das ich einen netten deutschen Satz schreibe und da er nicht versteht was ich schreibe habe ich einfach das geschrieben.

He’s nice, isn’t he?

CONTEST TIME………………………..

Guess the number of the computer I am sitting at. The numbers go from 1 to 29. If you win, I’ll give you a kiss. But only if you’re a girl. If you’re a boy/man, I’ll shake your hand. Then I’ll kiss you.

CONTEST TIME…………………………..

If you can guess the Assembly Pin number on the computer mouse that I’m using, I will seriously send you five bucks in the mail. Bucks as in male deer. I’ll send you five of them. In the mail.

The pin no# is six numbers, a dash, and three more numbers. Like this: XXXX-XXX*

*not real pin number

CONTEST TIME…………………………..

If you can think of a good color for Krieger’s hair color, I’ll send you four bucks. As in money. You can’t have five, because I don’t want you to. Nyeh….

Do you think that if a pencil case is shaped like a fuzzy lion, that it should have a name? I do. Do you? Huh? Well? Do ya? Huh? Huh? Huh?

This is really stupid, so I’m stopping. In ten minutes.

So I was--Wow how time flys, ten minutes is up.

Butter-on-your-face night.

We mourn the loss today, of our good friend...

I was thinking about how different the styles are now from when they were when your Grandparents were kids. Think about it, would you ever wear your pants hiked up as far as your Grandma does? No! And can you ever imagine your grandpa with emo hair? You better not be able to. The thing is, the styles have changed, and neither generation understands the styles of the other.

It is not just fashions of clothing and hair that are different, either. These age groups both have completely unlike senses of humor.

The librarians in our school refuse to get any kind of book that is modern that any students would actually check out. Instead, they get books with yellow disgusting smelling pages. After reading a couple Mark Twain books last year, there is nothing else interesting in the entire library. I found one called, “Nothing but Humor”, or something like that, in which many humorist writers write short stories n’ stuff. In exception to Groucho Marx, who is now an inspiration for my life, there was nothing that made me funny. This book was probably the funniest thing the librarian has read.

The point is to say that I am mourning a loss today. The loss of a really cool sticker.

The sticker was round, lime green, and in bold letters, it said simply, “30 Muffins”. I loved that sticker, and I put it on my school I.D. I made sure to not cover any information like the barcode or my picture, so I thought that it was completely fine. Also, my face looked better that close to that sticker.

Today, when I gave my I.D. to the librarian to sign in to the library, she calmly ripped off the sticker, crumpled it up, and threw it away, with out saying a single word to me, or even looking at me. It almost made me cry.

Everyone always talked bad about that librarian, but I would always defend her. I don’t plan on doing that anymore. Sorry Miss, you wrecked the best sticker in the world.

I guess now I know why library Eric is so grumpy all the time, hanging around with characters like that.

Now to probe your brain and gain a more in-depth knowledge of who you are by asking you a random question. Wait, let me put on my mind reading glasses…

Ok, now. Ehem.

“What do you feel about this situation?”

Stop answering my rhetorical questions, you always say weird stuff.

What if you were a Chinese house servant? Then when people asked what you did for a living, you could say that you were a “Maid in China”. Haha… I made that up myself, and I am so proud of it.

This weekend, I am planning on competing with the best of the best, the homeless, in their best sport, can-collecting. There is a popular College football stadium not far from my house, and I plan on going there and making a little money. I plan on making about $20-$25, but more would be nice.

(Ehem, to any homeless people who may be collecting cans there too, try and go easy on me, it’s only my second time at this, and you are a state champion. Please, leave a couple here and there for me. Please?)

Lately I have become obsessed with the exclamation ‘Moo’. I don’t know what it is, but when ever I don’t know what to say, I say moo. When I don’t know what to draw, I write the word moo in all capitol letters. When I don’t know what to put as my Facebook status, I say “moo…”. Really, I have done it I think three times already.

No Microsoft Word 2007, I did not mean “face*space*book”. I wrote exactly what I meant, because I meant it. And I never make spellingg erors.

My Chemistry teacher, to make things fun for no reason, took all of our books, and drew a very tiny smiley face on one of the pages in the entire book, and told us that if we find it, we get one extra credit point. Guess who found it already?

No, not Daniel Boone, are you crazy? He’s dead!

Galileo Galilei? You seriously need to think before you talk. Not only did he die in 1642, he was blind for the last part of his life.

I’ll just tell you. I found it! I went through every page from the front back until I found it on page 648. That means I looked at that many pages. Crazy huh. GAh, Now it’s not so exciting with Daniel Boone and Galileo in my head. That’s it, no more answering my RHETORICAL questions.

Oooh, fancy, MY Microsoft word 2007 is black now. What color is yours? Normal blue? Heeheehee.

Yesterday, Jeremiah and I bought ice cream from a restaurant*slash*ice cream parlor. Only when we got there did I realize how expensive ice cream can be. The cheapest thing they had, the kids cone, was $1.65, and the cone Jeremiah bought was $4.10! They must be making some serious profit in there.

I noticed that I haven’t been as funny as I was when I started the blog, mostly because I forgot to be. Was this one better?

Now for the question, the only way I can get you dudes and dudettes to comment.

“Are you for or against fuzzy and thick carpeting?”

Better late than never. Better with butter than... no butter.

This was supposed to be posted last Thursday. 

Oh well, I forgive you.

This toast was supposed to have butter on it. 

YOU ARE NOT FORGIVEN.

I was going to say that it has jam on it instead. 

!!!!! (<- five) YOU ARE SO FORGIVEN.

Do you know about the equation y=-13x+10? Well, not only does it look sweet in Georgia font, my favorite font, but It is actually an equation that I know all about. I know the most important thing that there is to know about it, and that is that it has nothing to do with anything, and it is just a random equation written in slope-intercept form with the first numbers that came into my head. GASP, especially for air.

Oh, here comes a freshman, one which I have nicknamed ‘Skylar Stingray Douglas Gilbert’. Heh. Heh heh.

So Jeremiah brought his skateboard to the dorm because there is a skate park not too far from school, so he goes there at least once a week. If not once, then zero times. He is pretty good, but compared to me, he’s amazing. Compared to Tony Alva or someone else, he’s terrible, like me. He has been teaching me how to Ollie, which is what plain jumping is called in skate board terms. I have been trying for years, but with his help, I finally got it last night. Next week I may bring my skateboard to the dorm from school. But of coarse, I will not use in IN the dorm… Heh heh…

In other related Jeremiah news, he is in a band back in Germany, and I want to help him get noticed by mentioning him in here. His band name is NotAufNahme, which in German means something like Emergency Room I think. His six songs are on Youtube, you can watch them HERE.

In five minutes, I am going to go watch an episode on Psych, a really funny crime show, because Krieger ahs season 3 on DVD.

Four minutes.

Two Sundays ago, I tied a blue ribbon from a balloon to my wrist, and I haven’t taken it off once yet.

Three minutes.

I plan on keeping it on for a very long time. One of my friends also has a blue ribbon for her keys, but

Two minutes.

Hers is nicer, and she tells me that every time she sees me. Her ribbon is cloth, maybe silk! Mine is plastic. Wah…

One minute!

Psych!

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!