Blogging is fail

I hate it. It's not fun. Mrs. Haskett should do us a favor and just kill blogging next year. I would much prefer more final writes and poems, especially since they were fun to do. Sitting on my computer and typing nonsense is not fun. Not at all.

But anyways, today I bought Dr. Pepper BBQ sauce. I tasted it after my love, K-Hizzle, left to go home and rest because of all the AP testing she has taken. It was pretty damn good. I also learned that Dr. Pepper is an ingredient in home-made recipes. I'm gonna make a chicken with delicious Dr. Pepper in it.  YUM<3

I feel like an artist

Because I like drawing pictures for K-Hizzle :)
She's off-the-hook-righteous!

But anyways, I need to start some type of casual exercise. I have some stupid bike thing I can use while watching Youtube on my iPod. And then there is push-ups and dumb-bells... Sounds good. Lately I've been trying to stand up straight, but I'm just too slouched. My back constantly hurts too :o Because It's not used to standing up straight. Coffee is yucky. How do people drink it? I mean if it's from Starbucks or freshly brewed then it's good. I can't believe I called Starbucks GOOD :O It's so overpriced and the owner is a total Jew. But not a good Jew. A bad one. I recently learned that the Muslims believe in Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth because he who strikes first is an oppressor, as opposed to Christianity where people are taught to turn the other cheek. It's funny though, White people don't forgive and forget as much as Arabs do. Well, Palestinians are the nice ones. I don't know about super Saudi-Arabians. Palestinians have a mixed culture of Muslims and Christians. Maybe when there is peace, even Jewish, although Jews and Arabs aren't very different since they have the same ancestor, same attitudes, etc. It's gonna take a long time for Jews to stop living under a false label as, "Israeli" and realize they are Palestinian. Yup, that's right. Palestinians follow the Abrahamic Religions, and they all came from the same area-which is why Judaism, Christianity and Islam are all the same crap.

This is ridiculous.

Blogging is getting super annoying and such. I keep forgetting that we have to blog. It's the end of the year, blogging should be banned forever for this year now. I really need to focus on math now. Drafting is good, this class is okay- All I forgot was blogging, History is my best subject, Chemistry is good, and English is dandy- I guess. I'm also a little distracted with my personal life, I guess. My grandpa is very sick and I guess I'm going to visit him for memorial day weekend. My cousin wants to go to Six Flags when we go down there, which I am looking forward to now :)))) My mom is just concerned with how we're gonna get there and what day. My cousin from Ireland is also visiting California sometime soon and I guess we are gonna go to San Francisco and have dinner with her (She's going to SF).

I didn't blog last week

It was amazing how I didn't blog last week, but I'm blogging this week. I don't want to blog anymore. It's just becoming annoying. Ugh..... Turtle poop :p
That is all.

Oh yeah, and I can't wait for summer. It's just around the corner... And prom is even closer :O I'm going with my most righteous and supercalafragalisticexpialadocus girlfriend, K-Hizzle ;)
This summer I think I'm going to visit my friend in SoCal for a week... Sounds fun. I can hear his band live :O

Y. M.

Your mom. I hate those jokes. They're not funny and totally suck ass. I don't know why people still say your mom to everything. It's really lame. People need to stop. John McCain said to Obama, "Your mom!" once, and Obama got pissed. He thought the joke was ridiculous and couldn't give John the satisfaction of becoming president. So that's why he is now president.

He now ding-dong ditches John McCain's house and sends him Rick-Rolls over Facebook.

Well done, Obama. Well done.

Dinner or Die

There once was a toaster who had magical failure abilities. He then killed himself. The end.

But NOT the end :O
He totally got resurrected by the bread stored inside him and he was ready for revenge! His fists were clenched with the fury of a thousand barbarian Chinese men who cross dress on Saturdays. He was ready to just beast all day, all night, every hour, on the hour, and in between bathroom breaks. This little toaster that could was ready to kill himself, YET AGAIN, just to get revenge on himself.

So I can't do my homework. My mom keeps putting her damn soap operas on full blast like the Chinese in the UCLA libraries when they talk on their phones. It's totally not tubular.

....

When I'm bored

When I'm bored, I sit in my room and play bass. I don't even know how, I just sit there and hit random notes to what sounds good at the time. My fingers aren't fast enough to slide up and down the neck of the guitar, so it's always interrupted and awkward. It always bothers me when my dog will be sleeping right by my mom and she'll start calling me and asking where the dog is. I always get mad because the dog is right there by her feet and she's too damn old to notice. That reminds me of how the remote to the TV will be on the couch and my dad yells at me because he can't find it. My dad is older than my mom and I think this affects him twice as much... He's been needing glasses for 13 years or so, and didn't mention his poor eye sight until last year, when he finally got glasses. He doesn't ask where the remote is anymore, he usually finds it. He never takes the glasses off, lets keep it that way.

Die

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I'm bored. So so so so bored. WeeGee has raped my Blog. I've decided to turn the poem I read into a song. DINNER. THE REST OF THIS WILL BE TYPED IN ALL CAPS FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR NATION. DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER IS WHAT I LOVE. IT'S SO DELICIOUS, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! DIE DIE DIE IN YOUR FACE WILL BE MY CAKES BECAUSE IT BURNS! SQUADA-SQUADA-SQUADALA WE'RE OFF TO DIE. TOAST ME IN YOUR TOASTER TONIGHT. IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, THIS WASN'T THE POEM. DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER. I'M SO HUNGRY AND I CAN'T STOP TYPING DINNER BECAUSE OF MY WRITER'S BLOCK. The caps were giving me a headache, so they're gone. Jr. College is now getting rid of their Architecture programs to fund English for Spanish Speakers. It's stupid. Why do people insist on coming to America without knowing English? And why do we fund it? We should be funding the classes that prepare us for future jobs! Not every God-damned person is going to grow up to be a teacher (Which basically is, I assume, being well rounded in all subjects, which is what our school system does). It's fucking retarded. Fuck illegals. Just because some of California USED to belong to you, doesn't mean you can come here and expect to be treated as hot shit, you fucking cockeyed bitches >:(

Scott Pilgrim vs. YOUR FACE

Thank you Izzy. I am actually enjoying some type of novel.
The game: addicting
The movie: ehhhh =/
Dr. Pepper=mouth orgasm.
I feel like I'm gaining a crush on my wife.lol. Weird. 'Cause she's my wife. And I love her. And now; I have a crush on her? She was kinda the last person I'd think to go out with... FNL "Party" Friday. I don't know if I'll go. Izham will be there, and Izham's a good amount of entertainment (for me anyways). Last time I climbed on the roof and Patrick Ho got mad at me. Then we played hide-and-seek (I got away with it too). Then some kids smoked the Mary Jane....Ironically. I kinda suspected it. Tavares (or however you spell his name) was there, which is why I did. SO FUCK EINSTEIN. He was a Zionist. Tsk-tsk. I still love him though. Most Zionist Jews don't even know what's REALLY going on. They kinda remind me of the Germans. They just went with Hitler. He made their lives better. Adam Sandler, since we're on the subject, may donate money to Israel, but at least he doesn't support killing Palestinians. Which is what the Zohan movie was about. It was about Jews and Palestinians being the same people and their war efforts being useless. He just wants them to NOT fight. I also believe that since all the revolt is going on in the Middle East, that the countries surrounding Israel are going to go to war with Israel, and America will be pulled into the war, along with Britain. I think this might spark up WWIII.  Only time will tell, and I hope Israel doesn't win, but I also hope the Middle Eastern countries show the Jewish people mercy, nobody deserves to die, even the worst of all people.

Lost Friend

I'm sad. I have nobody to lesbian :( So very sad. That's what I get when I wait for the right person :D
Soooooooo. If you make me crouch, I can do the duckwalk!
And what's got two wheels and a handle bar? A bike.
What's worse than a worm in your apple? The holocaust.
What's red and smells like blue paint? Red paint.
Why do blondes wear underwear? To keep their ankles warm.
How many monkeys does it take to eat an apple in 15 seconds? A shrimp.
I can't think of any more, but me and my sister spend our weekends looking up funny cat stuff on StumbleUpon now.lol. It's AWESOME :D

Spaghetti

A lot of people always try sooooo hard to get a girlfriend or boyfriend in High School. And I don't understand why they would bother with it so much. I could understand if you were 25 or 30, but most students at MHS are under the age of 18. And you know, there is a difference between having a good time with a sweet-heart and just being flat-out desperate. Yeah, you say you love this person now, but then it gets "complicated." Don't think I don't understand "love." I do. Very well. And when things get complicated, there's no point to even try for that person anymore. It's over, you know it, they know it, everyone knows it. So why fool yourself? Because you're desperate!!! Duh! It's not complicated, you're just afraid that you might never find somebody better, which is a lie. There is a person out there for everyone, and I'm not just being corny. There are more than 3,000 people in the world just like you. You'll find them, you just blind yourself with impatience. And when you find that person that you "love" and they make it "complicated," then they are not who you are meant to be with. You could go for years and through several hundred people, but you'll end up with the right person, and you'll know that there is no turning back :) I'm single, and I don't really care. It's not just something that you say to make yourself feel better... I don't really care that I'm single because I'm 16. I don't really care that I'm single because I'm not desperate. I don't really care that I'm single because I know that when you feel the most un-loved, somebody new enters your life and makes it all better. It's a game. A waiting game. Not a complicated one.

laughing

Today during lunch I was walking over to a table and the music was playing, and right when I walked down the middle of the quad area, a couple special kids came out and started brake dancing. I found it extremely hard not to laugh. I know. I'm a total dick-face-loser for finding that humorous. I sad down and started cracking up. I seriously feel bad for laughing, but it was kinda adorable how they went out there and started dancing together. It wasn't really because of their mental disabilities, it was more like seeing a bunch of baby kittens doing something you wouldn't expect them to do. Like pooping in a toilet... Actually, that doesn't help. (But seeing that cat walk down the hallway this morning was fucking hilarious xD). But if there is anything I learned today, it's that I have an extremely FUCKED UP sense of humor.

Dr. Pepper Power.

Chuck Norris doesn't flush the toilet. He just scares the shit out of it.

Because he doesn't scare the piss out of it, it smells pretty shnasty. And I discovered that when you're feeling pretty down, you should look at Chuck Norris. He doesn't ever get stomach aches. Sometimes he just punches his stomach to get a hint of what pain feels like. He was also a total loser in High School. Look what he has become now! He's Jesus, God, and Father Time, because you don't really die until Chuck decides... When Death comes for you you, you either go to Heaven or Hell. When Chuck comes for you, you don't go anywhere. You just DIE. FOR REALS. NO AFTERLIFE. Which is called the Chuck Norris Experience. Because Chuck Norris never gets near-Death experiences. Death has near Chuck-Norris-Experiences. Especially when he doesn't do his job right. And Chuck Norris is the one who made the Triforce. Not the three goddesses. And the four giants of Termina are only giants because they didn't accept Chuck-Norrisism and he stretched them all to be 200 feet tall. Well, that's enough Chuck Norris references. WHUAH!!!!!!

The square root of cheese

it must be spaghetti. Yes. That is it.
Today, my sister texted me, "Is your gun black? Or jet black?"
I said wtf and moved on with my life...Then she replied saying the most interesting story...
"Remember back when I was in the 7th grade and I had to do a report on somebody for Mrs. Harvey's class? And I had Jesse James, and his friend was his gun, and then you asked, 'Is his gun black? or jet black?' and everyone laughed."
I realized that I was a fucking hilarious little munchkin, and that I actually have changed over the years. I have become lazy, I stay indoors a lot now, and I lack somewhat on my social skills. But yet; it doesn't bother me, because it's not MY fault I just haven't found great friends that I could spend every weekend with. Most my friends all just play video games all the fucking time. Like I'll fucking go to Eric's house and he'll fucking just play CoD for an hour, then we play CoD together for an hour, then we go to Aaron Meraz's house, then go to Steven's house, then watch steven play black ops and eat all his food and drink all his soda, then leave. But sometimes, i'd rather just save Hyrule over and over again ;)
Really, the highlight of my high school years so far probably was having a girlfriend... Because it gave me something to look forward to every weekend and I could wake up and look forward to seeing her. I'm not sad about us breaking up, but it's just awkward not waking up to anything to look forward to. It causes me to try less, ya know? Not having anything exciting happen anymore. but if there is anything I have learned from life is that it may be boring now, but exciting in the future.

Praying

Just to start off, I'm not sure if everybody who reads this will really understand what I'm going at, and I can't really explain it any better...But:

Just recently I have been doing hard thinking on praying, and why we do it. It's so obvious that we pray in hopes that God will hear us and help us out. But I refuse to let praying for another or myself into my picture. My best friend's Grandma has cancer and I'm very sad because she's more family to me then my own Grandpa. But I'm not praying for her. I HOPE she gets better, but I also accept the fact that life isn't fair, life is short, and all good things must come to an end. If it happens... It happens. You cannot cheat Death, and the way I look at it, God doesn't want us to cheat Death either. And although it will be tough to get through the days after it happens, if you accept the fact that it has to happen sometime, why not just let it happen when it's ready to happen? Procrastination isn't one to be with you, or for anyone. I will be sad now. I will be sad tomorrow. And if it was meant to happen in the past, but was postponed, I would have been sad yesterday. And if you look at it the way I do, and the way Emily Dickinson did; Death isn't the end. It's a new begging to something great, or something horrible. And we get what we deserve, and I know that my friend's grandma deserves the best, and when it does happen; I will be sad, but I will also feel a little better because I will know in my heart she's just having a new begging to something great.

What did I do?

Why do flowers wilt so fast?
Because love doesn't last.
Why do we dig so deep?
To see if it means anything.

I dug to the core,
never felt this before,
I gave you my heart,
and you threw it on the floor.

You couldn't seem to take it seriously;
What did I do
What did I do?
Wat did I do
What did I do?

So why didn't it last?

Our love wilted too fast.

Why'd I have to dig so deep?

Because you meant everything.

I dug to the core,

never felt this before,

I gave you my heart,

and you threw it on the floor.

You couldn't seem to take it seriously;

What did I do

What did I do?

What did I do

What did I do?

(As you can see I have been working on a song :D I don't know how to play an instrument so it's pretty much useless :p It's not done yet.)