Still not the "Something Big"

This weekend, I brought Jeremiah home. He brought his skateboard home, and we've got a lot of things planned for this weekend.

Literally JUST now Toy Story 3 ended, we've been watching it, after my dad rented it on DVD. It's pretty funny, and it is not at all as disappointing as I thought. It was actually REALLY well made. Good ending, good action, very similar to the other two. Y'know how when you watch the sequels to some movies, they are good, but just not the same? This didn't happen with this movie. Exactly the same kind of humor and everything. Congradulations Pixar, you're awesome.


So on Halloween, I actually ended up eating candy. Lando bought some and let us eat some. IT wasn't very much, but it was enough that I didn't feel left out. There were some kids in the class below me who went trick or treating Saturday night AND Sunday night, and ended up with ten pounds of candy. That is a lot of candy. It filled up literally half of a pillow case. That's almost too much. If it wasn't candy, and you had half a pillow case of something like, candles, or seashells, it would be too much. Not candy though, no sir.


Today Jeremiah, my brother and I were dropped off at the nearest college football stadium, because there was a game today. We brought along a wagon and some black plastic bags, can you guess what we did?


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We collected cans! In the end we collected $20.27 worth. 


Wait what?


Also we skateboarded on the newly laid tennis court at the park near my house. I tried to jump over a garbage can with my rollerblades, but it was just a couple inches too high for me to be brave enough to try.


I'm done here.

Two in one day?!?

Yes, this is my second blog for today, but hey, does this really bother you?


Another Halloween topic.


I usually go trick or treating on Halloween, but this year, I have to be in the dorm while it will be going on. I don't think I'm going to be able to this year. YES YES I know! I'm sixteen years old! I'm too old to trick or treat! 


Pshh... No way is that gonna stop me. Free candy? How could I pass that up?


Anyway, I recently found out about B.E.D.A., or Blog Everyday During August/April. I am definitely taking place in this. This means, no blog tomorrow, unless I have something important to say, and then on starting Monday, I blog for a month straight. Are you excited? I most certainly am.


Nothing else to say, gotta go, here's a funny but also sad video

These are the costumes of Halloween past.

I've been ignoring you guys. Do you want to know why? Well, so do I.


Tomorrow is Halloween, and I don't plan on having a costume. Sure, I'm sixteen years old, and not many sixteen year olds wear costumes on Halloween, but I usually do, so this is different. 


Last year I was a ninja with my brother. We got second place, but it was because there were three people in our group. The costumes were really kind of a last minute thing.


Two years ago I was Link from The Legend of Zelda. 

It was when I had short hair. I hate my short hair.


Three years ago I was Mario, and It was a pretty good costume, but I don't have a picture. For the costume, I wore the best overalls I could fins at goodwill, which were pregnant overalls. It worked out though, because It let me put a pillow in my belly, since Mario is a bit on the fluffy side. When we played hide and seek later that night, the pillow came in handy. 


Four years ago I was Marvin the Martian. 

No, that's not a picture off Google images, that is actually a picture of me in my costume. I won a costume contest with it once.

*cough cough*

All my costumes my mom and I made from scratch, as you can see from the pictures. Doesn't the Marvin one look SO HOMEMADE??? I think that homemade costumes look way better than store bought ones, and when ever someone with a store bought costume wins a contest, it kinda makes me mad. They didn't do ant work at all except buy the thing,and they got a $20 gift card. I spent two hours on this costume, and I got bubbles. Something EASILY made at home with soap. 

This was short, because I don't have much time, but I promise I won't forget you guys again! 

10/29/10 was awesome.

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?”