"Dear Prudence, open up your eyes." and Tom Cruise saying "Yeah, baby" hilariously from the beginning of Austin Powers in Goldmember can be heard over the tapping of keys while this blog is being typed. Yes, I know, listening to music, watching Austen Powers, AND writing up a blog that was bound to be one of the longest and most extravagant blogs in the history of the universe, is not a very good idea. Oh my god. "It's Britney Spears!", yells Austen. And thus, a dance off is vital to the opening's success. In one word; Genius. Well, I'm getting carried away.
Emerald Isle, North Carolina was the most fun week I've had all summer, possibly all year. So much happened that is completely impossible to recount EVERYTHING that happened. So, I will recount my favorite, most interesting, and other parts that must be told. To avoid making this really long, we shall journey forth in... NOW!
-I went to Cam's house at around eight 0'clock at night, to be leaving at ten. We had to clean out the fridge, so Cam and I were assigned to drink half a gallon of milk. That was hard, but after I felt very accomplished and somewhat bloated. The car ride was fourteen hours long. No need to say much about that. It was long, and tiring, and I slept about half of it. We drove through a very scary lightening storm and stopped at about three McDonald's along the way. At about ten in the morning, we were two hours away. We stopped at a Waffle House. It was really good, I had two chocolate-chip pancakes and a glass of, *gulp*, milk. Cam's dad said he'd give me 5 dollars if I danced to the jukebox, but I was to tired and not in the mood to oblige.
-Upon getting there, we rush to the beach across the street, because we didn't have the key to the house yet. We flip off our shoes and flip-flops and put our toes in the water. It was the warmest ocean water I have EVER felt. That would be a contributing factor to why I loved the trip so much. Later, Paige, Adam, and their parents and Ryanne show up and then Emily, Greg, Molly, and their parents come with the key. Cam and I get our own room and our own beds and a closet and dresser, while Cam's brother, Nolan, and Greg and Adam took mattresses into the Game Room. With everyone situated and tired, we all went to bed early that night.
-Though out the week I was either in the ocean or in the pool or on the beach or watching Mtv with my peeps or having a meal. You can tell how much freakin' fun I had. My new favorite "make fun of me because I'm so stupid I'm funny" show is Next on Mtv. It's where these 5 people get on a bus, and if the chooser likes them he or she offers them to go on a second date or take the money. Or he can say "Next" if the girl's ugly or something. It's pretty hilarious. We always had really good meals while there, also. Like pancakes, eggs, and cold-cuts and meatball grinders and seafood and steak and cheeseburgers. One night, it was Cam's dads' birthday so we had the most delicious hand-made cake I have ever tasted. I had two pieces on his birthday and two the next day. It was so, so, so, so and so good!!!
-We went mini-golfing twice. I got a hole in one on the second time we went on the first hole while everyone was watching, so my self-confidence sky-rocketed right then. "Who's the man?", I exclaimed, no one answering, most likely out of jealously. I got a 43 the second time, which is really good for me. One night, we went go-karting. There was a bridge that went over part of the track, which was pretty freaky-deaky. I didn't pass anyone, but no one passed me, so I felt pretty darn good! We went out to ice cream about three times, Dairy Queen twice and Ben and Jerry's once. I got the Chocolate Xtreme Blizzard at Dairy Queen, (Oh my god, so tasty!). and a chocolate brownie something shake at Ben and Jerry's. Darn it, now I'm hungry.
-One night, we were going to make fried potatoes, but they got fried too much. They were rock hard and someone decided to throw one. After ten minutes of chucking potatoes at each other, I didn't even get hit. We played hide-and-seek in the huge house we rented and some hid on the roof while other's in closets, under beds, in cabinets, and underwater, (Haha, that was tricky!). One night, after having cake and finding the green pool light, I convinced Nolan to go swimming with me. I jumped in with wild abandon. Just two minutes later, I felt something in my pocket. My cell phone. I flew out of the pool, turned it off to a vibrating blank screen and took out the battery. My dad brought it to his work today and he might be able to fix it. I was going to get a new one soon anyway. So, meh.There was this one time where all the kids were in the Game Room and Paige saw this bug in the bathroom and she thought it was a cockroach. And sure enough, a bug much smaller then expected came scurrying out of the bathroom. Everyone started screaming and getting up on the pool table and chairs and tables. I didn't actually see it at first, so I freaked out also. Looking back, it was pretty hilarious. And, on Friday night, it was thundering and lightening. We were watching that reality TV show called "A Haunting". Someone, I think it was Paige, said, "If I was a ghost, I'd scare the crap out of people." Right then, something scary popped on the screen and the power went out. Everyone one screamed for a second and when the lights came back on I was on the floor having tripped over the table, Adam and Emily and Paige were in the hallway rushing upstairs and Cam, Ryanne, Nolan, and Greg appeared not to know what happened.
-The night before we left, Cam's family and I went to a fast-food place called "Bojangles" for dinner. It's funny because that's what my Grandpa named his dog, (They call him "Bo"). It was really good. I had curly fries and buffalo chicken bites. We then went to a souvenir store where I almost broke something, bought a small, dead shark in a blue glass beaker and a obnoxiously big magnet for my mom.
-The way back was long and long and long and we talked and we slept and we stopped at the Waffle House again for breakfast and-- Wait! I remembered something funny! I had the same thing I did before, (Yum.), and I asked the waitress with a southern accent for a high-five. And she obliged! It was so awesome! When we passed Washington, D.C, I saw the Washington Monument and the Capitol building, which was pretty cool. I got home around midnight, took a shower, and then slept, slept, slept. I feel like my friendships with everyone improved over the week and that I'm really grateful Cam invited me. It was really, really fun. There's not much more to say. OH! Thursday morning, I woke up and watched "Across the Universe" with everyone. It's the one littered with Beatles songs. I loved it, but I didn't like the ending. It just seemed to be missing something. Eh, I don't know.
NOW, YOU MAY LEAVE!!! I bet you've been dieing to hear that since you started. I hoped you enjoyed reading this more than I did writing it. Hands... tired...
Money: $191 (I need a new phone now... Grrr!)
Followers: 5 (You should be one.)
Monday, August 31, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Goodbye, Tubing, and things. I Gotta Go!!!
This will be much shorter than yesterday, trust me.
Today, I woke up in a trance at 9:30 AM, got dressed in a swim suit and T-shirt, ate breakfast and went to this river with my mom's friend and her two daughters. The area where we were stopping was, by sign, called "Satan's Kingdom". Well, then. We pull up to the tube place and each of us grab a tube to ride on down the river. That's right, river rafting. We all try, horribly, to get onto the tube and get into the water. The water freezes my butt to the core, and I speed down the river ahead of everyone else. I come to this huge rapid under a highway bridge and am so excited and terribly nervous, all at the same time. No one flipped the entire way, sadly. I jumped in at one point, stupidly, getting frozen in the meantime. We come to the get-off point, pile into a blue, (yes, blue), bus and go back to our cars and change and all that.
Next, we got to Subway across the street. I get a 6 inch, Italian herbs and cheese bread, ham and American cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayo. Yum! While eating, we discuss how horrible of an actress Kristen Stewart is, the new Harry Potter movie, hilarious twilight parodies, no one being able to come up with a favorite band, and tons of more interesting, talk-able stuff. After, I get my mom into stopping at Borders. Ohhhhh boy! After about 30 minutes of not finding anything remotely interesting, I come upon Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances. Okay, not a summer book. But, it has John Green and Maureen Johnson and someone else I don't know about co-writing it, so I bought it. John Green is one of my favorite authors and I've heard many good things about Maureen Johnson. I then go to my dad's house to pick up clothes for my week-long trip, wash them all, go and get the Internet things taken care of, pack everything up, and it took me around four hours to do all of that. Sad, really. Now, this is where I am. Keeping all 5 of you, (I KNOW! FIVE!! AHHHH!!!), updated on my, "Hmm. Wait, what??" life. It feels good to tap these keys knowing that at least some people actually read this.
In about an hour I'm going to be at one of my best friends, Cam,'s house to get ready for an 10 to maybe 14 hour car ride to a place I've never been to, North Carolina. We're going to be staying at a beach house called the "Arcadia Panda House", because of it's panda statue and it's game room, most likely. It has a heated pool, heated hot tub, pool table, Foosball table, HD TV, and much other awesome opossum things. Well, there's not much more for me to say besides I'll be gone for a whole week. And school is like three days after I get home. I know, I'm scared too.
Money: 250 (Booh-yah!)
Followers: 5 (Sexy beasts.)
Today, I woke up in a trance at 9:30 AM, got dressed in a swim suit and T-shirt, ate breakfast and went to this river with my mom's friend and her two daughters. The area where we were stopping was, by sign, called "Satan's Kingdom". Well, then. We pull up to the tube place and each of us grab a tube to ride on down the river. That's right, river rafting. We all try, horribly, to get onto the tube and get into the water. The water freezes my butt to the core, and I speed down the river ahead of everyone else. I come to this huge rapid under a highway bridge and am so excited and terribly nervous, all at the same time. No one flipped the entire way, sadly. I jumped in at one point, stupidly, getting frozen in the meantime. We come to the get-off point, pile into a blue, (yes, blue), bus and go back to our cars and change and all that.
Next, we got to Subway across the street. I get a 6 inch, Italian herbs and cheese bread, ham and American cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayo. Yum! While eating, we discuss how horrible of an actress Kristen Stewart is, the new Harry Potter movie, hilarious twilight parodies, no one being able to come up with a favorite band, and tons of more interesting, talk-able stuff. After, I get my mom into stopping at Borders. Ohhhhh boy! After about 30 minutes of not finding anything remotely interesting, I come upon Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances. Okay, not a summer book. But, it has John Green and Maureen Johnson and someone else I don't know about co-writing it, so I bought it. John Green is one of my favorite authors and I've heard many good things about Maureen Johnson. I then go to my dad's house to pick up clothes for my week-long trip, wash them all, go and get the Internet things taken care of, pack everything up, and it took me around four hours to do all of that. Sad, really. Now, this is where I am. Keeping all 5 of you, (I KNOW! FIVE!! AHHHH!!!), updated on my, "Hmm. Wait, what??" life. It feels good to tap these keys knowing that at least some people actually read this.
In about an hour I'm going to be at one of my best friends, Cam,'s house to get ready for an 10 to maybe 14 hour car ride to a place I've never been to, North Carolina. We're going to be staying at a beach house called the "Arcadia Panda House", because of it's panda statue and it's game room, most likely. It has a heated pool, heated hot tub, pool table, Foosball table, HD TV, and much other awesome opossum things. Well, there's not much more for me to say besides I'll be gone for a whole week. And school is like three days after I get home. I know, I'm scared too.
Money: 250 (Booh-yah!)
Followers: 5 (Sexy beasts.)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Blogging in the Moonlight (Too effing Long!)
Okay, okay, okay, and okay. I have so much I could write about. But, I don't want to write about everything. If I did, It would take a very, very long time to read it and I don't want to burden you in that way. It's a Thursday night, having just finished watching Chamber of Secrets to make it really feel like I was finally home and accessible to DVDs. It's been almost a week since you last heard from me. So, having finished my movie, exited out of The Leaky Cauldron, turned down the volume on my TV, gritted my teeth, I began to type what was probably going to be my longest blog post you will ever read. So, grab a drink and let's get started.
Friday to Sunday:
Friday night, I went to this town fair like an hour away from my dad's house. I entered a free bike raffle, lost, ate a dinner of greasy, but traditional to fairs, chicken nuggets with fries and not enough ketchup. We then went to go watch tractors pull thousand-pound blocks of cement. After two of these attempts, it became boring. We left about two hours after. Moving on to Saturday, I went to my dad's girlfriend's house for a Family Reunion with their family, not mine. Knowing no one, it resulted in me eating to much food then should have been eaten and shooting arrows at empty Tide bottles with Sharpie-drawn faces of people such as Hitler and Mini-Me being the evil terrorists and Harry Potter and Miley Cyrus as the hostages. Miley was shootable. After, we went to another party with more people I don't know. That was no problem for me apparently. I was making friends with the younger and maybe older kids in the pool. Being silly and claiming, "I will bite your ankles!", before lunging underwater in the direction of some kids made me a need-to-meet type of person. I felt accepted. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! I went to that Hunter's Education class, that was from 7:30 AM to 3:30 PM. It was boring and full of information I already knew. I passed the test with a 98, getting one question wrong. Of course. We then race home, throw all the camping things in the trunk, and drive the two hour drive to the camp.
We begin setup, swatting mosquitoes every second. 10 minutes and 30 mosquito bites later, we're finished. We go to the 24-hour Walmart at like 11:30 at night to get things we needed, such as bug spray. After, we go to the beach. At night. I run on the sand, flip-flops thrown to the side, shunned away. This is what summer is supposed to feel like. It felt like I was doing something right. We then go back to Walmart again, to get a air-mattress pump. Tired and worn, we retire to our tents, defeated.
Monday:
We have a breakfast of calorie-packed muffins. Dad and Zach ride down to the lake beach on unicycles, (yes, we are a weird family), while I walk, having not become that good at unicycling yet. The water is always yellow from underwater. My dad used to say that a giant peed in one of it's footsteps. That would always make me laugh. After, we shower in the public showers. Mine has brown smudges on the floor that I hope isn't what I think it is. Then, my grandma's sister calls us. "Want to come to the pool?" We go to the almost-deserted pool at my aunt's mobile-home-campground-place. We then go have Dinner at her daughter's trailer. We call her Punk, but, to my embarrassment, I don't know what her real name is. We have steak with potato salad and regular salad and bread and it was DELICIOUS. We go home, and go to bed.
Tuesday: We get up at 8:30, having set the alarm on my phone. We have breakfast and things and go to the state beach. It felt good to splash into the cold, cold water under the sun and it's 90 degree weather and such. I attempted at a sand castle and failed. My dad's girlfriend and two of her four kids, Nick and Jake, come about an hour later than when they said they'd come. We do the usual things you do at the beach; hang out in the water, play in the sand, get crushed by waves, tan, sleep, and drink water. And, as a teenage boy, although being geeky and such, couldn't help but look at some of the girls that walked past. Wow. Maybe that's why so many people go to the beach. After, we go to 99 to have dinner which was good. After, after we go to this movie at a wildlife visitor center that is nearby. The video was supposed to be Shark Tale but then turned into a wildlife educational video. It was so stupid and bad, it was hilarious. My dad and I laughed so much we had to leave the room. We left before it was over.
Wednesday: (Trying to finish a little faster.) We go to the laundry mat with all our dirty clothes. While waiting, my brother and I go bowling at this very Friday-night-flair type of place with big couches and a big screen playing tween music videos. I bowled a 320 out of three games, kind of impressing myself. My brother having done really bad, my confidence boosted that day. Later, we went to this diner called Nonnie's for dinner. It had a 50's vibe, playing an old TV show called "Taxi" with Danny DeVito in it. I had *Brinner, a stack of three chocolate-chip pancakes with a side of toast. I LOVE Brinner. At our last night, we had a fire, my phone died, and we went to bed for the last time in tents.
Today: (Finally) We packed up, left the campsite which could be the last time ever, and I tried to read Frankenstein, reading Harry, A History, much more. I throw all my clothes in the washer upon returning home, open my laptop and read all the blog posts I missed. I did other things today, but I am to tired and you are to bored for me to write anymore. I'll probably update on what I'm doing next tomorrow, so stay tuned! Ben, finally, out!
Money: 250 (A hundred and 30 dollars were given to me from my parents for NC.)
Followers: 4 (I <3 you.)
GOODNIGHT AND GOOD LUCK.
Friday to Sunday:
Friday night, I went to this town fair like an hour away from my dad's house. I entered a free bike raffle, lost, ate a dinner of greasy, but traditional to fairs, chicken nuggets with fries and not enough ketchup. We then went to go watch tractors pull thousand-pound blocks of cement. After two of these attempts, it became boring. We left about two hours after. Moving on to Saturday, I went to my dad's girlfriend's house for a Family Reunion with their family, not mine. Knowing no one, it resulted in me eating to much food then should have been eaten and shooting arrows at empty Tide bottles with Sharpie-drawn faces of people such as Hitler and Mini-Me being the evil terrorists and Harry Potter and Miley Cyrus as the hostages. Miley was shootable. After, we went to another party with more people I don't know. That was no problem for me apparently. I was making friends with the younger and maybe older kids in the pool. Being silly and claiming, "I will bite your ankles!", before lunging underwater in the direction of some kids made me a need-to-meet type of person. I felt accepted. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! I went to that Hunter's Education class, that was from 7:30 AM to 3:30 PM. It was boring and full of information I already knew. I passed the test with a 98, getting one question wrong. Of course. We then race home, throw all the camping things in the trunk, and drive the two hour drive to the camp.
We begin setup, swatting mosquitoes every second. 10 minutes and 30 mosquito bites later, we're finished. We go to the 24-hour Walmart at like 11:30 at night to get things we needed, such as bug spray. After, we go to the beach. At night. I run on the sand, flip-flops thrown to the side, shunned away. This is what summer is supposed to feel like. It felt like I was doing something right. We then go back to Walmart again, to get a air-mattress pump. Tired and worn, we retire to our tents, defeated.
Monday:
We have a breakfast of calorie-packed muffins. Dad and Zach ride down to the lake beach on unicycles, (yes, we are a weird family), while I walk, having not become that good at unicycling yet. The water is always yellow from underwater. My dad used to say that a giant peed in one of it's footsteps. That would always make me laugh. After, we shower in the public showers. Mine has brown smudges on the floor that I hope isn't what I think it is. Then, my grandma's sister calls us. "Want to come to the pool?" We go to the almost-deserted pool at my aunt's mobile-home-campground-place. We then go have Dinner at her daughter's trailer. We call her Punk, but, to my embarrassment, I don't know what her real name is. We have steak with potato salad and regular salad and bread and it was DELICIOUS. We go home, and go to bed.
Tuesday: We get up at 8:30, having set the alarm on my phone. We have breakfast and things and go to the state beach. It felt good to splash into the cold, cold water under the sun and it's 90 degree weather and such. I attempted at a sand castle and failed. My dad's girlfriend and two of her four kids, Nick and Jake, come about an hour later than when they said they'd come. We do the usual things you do at the beach; hang out in the water, play in the sand, get crushed by waves, tan, sleep, and drink water. And, as a teenage boy, although being geeky and such, couldn't help but look at some of the girls that walked past. Wow. Maybe that's why so many people go to the beach. After, we go to 99 to have dinner which was good. After, after we go to this movie at a wildlife visitor center that is nearby. The video was supposed to be Shark Tale but then turned into a wildlife educational video. It was so stupid and bad, it was hilarious. My dad and I laughed so much we had to leave the room. We left before it was over.
Wednesday: (Trying to finish a little faster.) We go to the laundry mat with all our dirty clothes. While waiting, my brother and I go bowling at this very Friday-night-flair type of place with big couches and a big screen playing tween music videos. I bowled a 320 out of three games, kind of impressing myself. My brother having done really bad, my confidence boosted that day. Later, we went to this diner called Nonnie's for dinner. It had a 50's vibe, playing an old TV show called "Taxi" with Danny DeVito in it. I had *Brinner, a stack of three chocolate-chip pancakes with a side of toast. I LOVE Brinner. At our last night, we had a fire, my phone died, and we went to bed for the last time in tents.
Today: (Finally) We packed up, left the campsite which could be the last time ever, and I tried to read Frankenstein, reading Harry, A History, much more. I throw all my clothes in the washer upon returning home, open my laptop and read all the blog posts I missed. I did other things today, but I am to tired and you are to bored for me to write anymore. I'll probably update on what I'm doing next tomorrow, so stay tuned! Ben, finally, out!
Money: 250 (A hundred and 30 dollars were given to me from my parents for NC.)
Followers: 4 (I <3 you.)
GOODNIGHT AND GOOD LUCK.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Packing, Camping, and More Packing.
Sorry, for not hearing from me for a whole three days. I again, have no excuse. If you don't hear from me for two or three days, don't freak out. I'm probably doing nothing worth blogging about or I'm way to busy and don't even have the time to think about updating. Which one do you think happened in the past 3 days. I'll leave that up to you to decide. xD
Yesterday night, my brother went golfing with my grandpa from Florida. I get to see him about three or four times a year, so I was kind of sad that he came and left. I showed him my room with two bookcases that me and my mom's boyfriend, Fred, made together. I also showed him the Tales of Beedle the Bard Collector's Edition. But, then, just after that, he left. And, I probably won't see him until Christmas. Sorry, if I'm bringing you down. Oh, yeah! He also handed me a twenty dollar bill, to a look of utter confusion on my face. "Papa, what is this for!?" and he said "Go to a movie or something." He didn't say it in a way like I never get out, which I do sometimes, I swear. He then went on to explain how him and his newly-wed wife, Madi or Maddie, (Yup. My Grandpa's still got it!), went to go see the new G.I Joe movie and how it cost a fortune. Ah, I love my Grandpa. And, old people in general. They tell it how it is!
While they went golfing, my mom and I went mini-golfing, cause we're cool like that. I got a hole in one, in my opinion, on the hardest hole there. I got a 57 and she got a 54. That was probably the best game of mini-golf I've ever played. Without my brother there to make the usual fierce competition of death, it was a lot more easier to play when I knew it would not matter at all if I lost. I usually got a 70-something. We then got not-hot-enough, but not-super-cold pretzels at the stand. Too much salt takes away from the pretzel. Believe me on this one. After, we went to the grocery store and I saw a old lady that looked exactly like an Elder on Sims 2. It was ridiculous how alike they looked. I couldn't hold back my laughter. Sorry, Elder Sim look-alike.
Yesterday, I also watched every single video of Neil Cicierega. He is a genius. If you haven't heard of him, CLICK THE LINK.
Now, on to today. This morning, I had breakfast, took a shower, and packed a bunch of clothes for going camping with my dad on Sunday night. For the weekend, I'm going to my dad's house, where we'll go to some small-ish fair tonight and then I have to take a Hunter Education course on Sunday that my Dad is teaching. Let me go complain to someone for a second. Okay, I'm back. Hunting, to me, is stupid and a waste of time. There are other things to eat, you don't need to eat Deer. They don't even taste good. All right, all right, enough about this "oh, my life is horrible, I never get what I want", crap. Life is good. Remember that.
I'm going camping for four days at this place that my Dad has been going to forever. He said this might be the last year we're going. That's because it almost rains every time we go, and since we're in tents, it's horrible when it rains. Plus, my brother definitely does not want to go anymore. So, this trip feels like the end of an era. After I'm done camping and all, I get home next Thursday morning. On that day, I will catch up on the blogs I'm following, go on facebook, check my email, thoroughly clean my room, wash all my clothes, pack the clothes again, sleep at my mom's for one night, than I have a day to do what I want. On that night, I'll go to my friend, Cam's house to put a suitcase or two into his minivan and we'll be in the car for 9 to 13 hours, (Estimated), driving to North Carolina. There, We'll spend a week in a house right across from the beach. It has a heated pool, hot tub, game room, and tons of bedrooms. It's going to be a great end of the summer. Wait, WHAT!?
School is approaching, like a monster hidden in the shadow, waiting for it's time to strike. It's time is coming. Well, on next Thursday, I promise I'll blog about camping and then tell you guys more about North Carolina. That's enough from me today. Bye, guys see you in almost a week! *cries*
Money: $120 (I don't think my mom cares about me paying her back or not, so yay! :)
Followers: 4 (It's really fun to be a follower, you should try it.)
BYE
Yesterday night, my brother went golfing with my grandpa from Florida. I get to see him about three or four times a year, so I was kind of sad that he came and left. I showed him my room with two bookcases that me and my mom's boyfriend, Fred, made together. I also showed him the Tales of Beedle the Bard Collector's Edition. But, then, just after that, he left. And, I probably won't see him until Christmas. Sorry, if I'm bringing you down. Oh, yeah! He also handed me a twenty dollar bill, to a look of utter confusion on my face. "Papa, what is this for!?" and he said "Go to a movie or something." He didn't say it in a way like I never get out, which I do sometimes, I swear. He then went on to explain how him and his newly-wed wife, Madi or Maddie, (Yup. My Grandpa's still got it!), went to go see the new G.I Joe movie and how it cost a fortune. Ah, I love my Grandpa. And, old people in general. They tell it how it is!
While they went golfing, my mom and I went mini-golfing, cause we're cool like that. I got a hole in one, in my opinion, on the hardest hole there. I got a 57 and she got a 54. That was probably the best game of mini-golf I've ever played. Without my brother there to make the usual fierce competition of death, it was a lot more easier to play when I knew it would not matter at all if I lost. I usually got a 70-something. We then got not-hot-enough, but not-super-cold pretzels at the stand. Too much salt takes away from the pretzel. Believe me on this one. After, we went to the grocery store and I saw a old lady that looked exactly like an Elder on Sims 2. It was ridiculous how alike they looked. I couldn't hold back my laughter. Sorry, Elder Sim look-alike.
Yesterday, I also watched every single video of Neil Cicierega. He is a genius. If you haven't heard of him, CLICK THE LINK.
Now, on to today. This morning, I had breakfast, took a shower, and packed a bunch of clothes for going camping with my dad on Sunday night. For the weekend, I'm going to my dad's house, where we'll go to some small-ish fair tonight and then I have to take a Hunter Education course on Sunday that my Dad is teaching. Let me go complain to someone for a second. Okay, I'm back. Hunting, to me, is stupid and a waste of time. There are other things to eat, you don't need to eat Deer. They don't even taste good. All right, all right, enough about this "oh, my life is horrible, I never get what I want", crap. Life is good. Remember that.
I'm going camping for four days at this place that my Dad has been going to forever. He said this might be the last year we're going. That's because it almost rains every time we go, and since we're in tents, it's horrible when it rains. Plus, my brother definitely does not want to go anymore. So, this trip feels like the end of an era. After I'm done camping and all, I get home next Thursday morning. On that day, I will catch up on the blogs I'm following, go on facebook, check my email, thoroughly clean my room, wash all my clothes, pack the clothes again, sleep at my mom's for one night, than I have a day to do what I want. On that night, I'll go to my friend, Cam's house to put a suitcase or two into his minivan and we'll be in the car for 9 to 13 hours, (Estimated), driving to North Carolina. There, We'll spend a week in a house right across from the beach. It has a heated pool, hot tub, game room, and tons of bedrooms. It's going to be a great end of the summer. Wait, WHAT!?
School is approaching, like a monster hidden in the shadow, waiting for it's time to strike. It's time is coming. Well, on next Thursday, I promise I'll blog about camping and then tell you guys more about North Carolina. That's enough from me today. Bye, guys see you in almost a week! *cries*
Money: $120 (I don't think my mom cares about me paying her back or not, so yay! :)
Followers: 4 (It's really fun to be a follower, you should try it.)
BYE
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Delivery, A Very Potter Musical, Gumby Scares Dogs
For the last four or so hours, I have been squeeing with no end in sight. I feel it is my right to explain why there is a need to squee so much. I'll start at the beginning, although, it gets good near the middle. Enjoy!
Last night, almost nearing midnight, I see the amazing and very talented in the English arts hayleyghoover has posted a new post on her blog of many posts. After done reading, I scroll down to the comments and see someone say something about a musical about Harry Potter called "A Very Potter Musical". I click the link provided and see that I've come upon this before. I had left before the video was over. I decided to watch the whole video, which became the next one, and the next one, and the next one, until it was two in the morning and I was on Act 2. Let me say, that this was simply BRILLIANT. It's done by college students and they did it for a weekend, never to do it again, sadly. Although they recorded it!, thank GOD. Malfoy, played by a girl, made me have a laughing fit around one in the morning and Voldey and Quirrel going on a night on the town, and Dumbledore with the Zefron poster, and and and. It. Was. Awesome. That's how I spent last night. Click on the link or I no longer love you.
Eight hours later, I wake up. Two more hours after that, my mom, Zach, and I go to Bob's to get new pants for school. UGH. I get some killer pants that fit me really good and look even better. After that we head over to Red Robin, the restaurant that is cooler-than-99, but not-as-good-as-Panera Bread. I order the Five Alarm Burger that is the perfect amount of heat and tastiness.
As we're waiting I draw an empty table across from us and think it'd look better with arms. I leave it near the front of the table when we leave so people can bask in the beauty. Before we leave, I take a piece of napkin and a pen, and write, "To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." quoting our dead, gay headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. I tie this little napquote, (Quotekin?) to one of the many Red Robin balloons, it was green, and watch it fly away into the distance.
After quickly rushing through Barnes and Noble and obtaining a Leather-bound copy of H.G Well's Seven Novels, "The Book Thief", "Harry, A History", and one of those little box things of Gumby and Pokey. They're so cute, haha. Twenty-fiveish minutes later,-- THAT WAS THE BIGGEST DANG MOTH I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. Half way through a sentence, I hear what sounds like one of those Clacker things and see this hand-sized moth flying towards. I squeal and run upstairs bringing along my mom, brother, and my two dogs to destroy the beast. After many shoe throws, we finally destroy it, to my utter happiness. Now, back to the story. Twenty-fiveish minutes later, we arrive at our house. My mom says "Oooh, Benjamin! Look what's at the door!" I whip my face away from Gumby and see a brown box with a smile on the side on my doorstep.
After thoroughly washing my hands, I take scissors and carefully pry the tape off of that box. I gasp in amazement. This was really it. A white outer cardboard with "This Side Up" in beautiful Harry Potter lettering looks up at me. I carefully smooth this part of the packaging off of what I really want. There, in front of me, was a pretty large looking book-box that was made to look like a Hogwarts Library book. It looks old and worn, but it was meant to be old and worn. It was beautiful. Inside was a little felt pouch, next to an envelope containing beautiful prints of Jo Rowling's Beedle the Bard drawings. Inside the pouch, was the coolest part. It was the book that I waited less for a week for, which is a long time for me. It has a skull on it with jeweled eyes and metal corners and a metal clasp. Inside contained a hand-written-looking introduction by J.K. Rowling. It was probably definitely worth the money spent on it. Thank goodness.
My dogs are afraid of Gumby. Whenever I show him to either of them they are like "GET THAT MONSTER OUT OF MY FACE!!! AHHHH!!!"
Well, I don't really want to write anymore. I'm going to go watch Ella Enchanted and play Sims 2. My widowing Elder just married a newly Adult. Pip Pip, cheerio!
Money: 100 (I haven't payed my mother back yet.)
Followers: 3 :)
Bye guys, see you soon!
Last night, almost nearing midnight, I see the amazing and very talented in the English arts hayleyghoover has posted a new post on her blog of many posts. After done reading, I scroll down to the comments and see someone say something about a musical about Harry Potter called "A Very Potter Musical". I click the link provided and see that I've come upon this before. I had left before the video was over. I decided to watch the whole video, which became the next one, and the next one, and the next one, until it was two in the morning and I was on Act 2. Let me say, that this was simply BRILLIANT. It's done by college students and they did it for a weekend, never to do it again, sadly. Although they recorded it!, thank GOD. Malfoy, played by a girl, made me have a laughing fit around one in the morning and Voldey and Quirrel going on a night on the town, and Dumbledore with the Zefron poster, and and and. It. Was. Awesome. That's how I spent last night. Click on the link or I no longer love you.
Eight hours later, I wake up. Two more hours after that, my mom, Zach, and I go to Bob's to get new pants for school. UGH. I get some killer pants that fit me really good and look even better. After that we head over to Red Robin, the restaurant that is cooler-than-99, but not-as-good-as-Panera Bread. I order the Five Alarm Burger that is the perfect amount of heat and tastiness.
As we're waiting I draw an empty table across from us and think it'd look better with arms. I leave it near the front of the table when we leave so people can bask in the beauty. Before we leave, I take a piece of napkin and a pen, and write, "To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." quoting our dead, gay headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. I tie this little napquote, (Quotekin?) to one of the many Red Robin balloons, it was green, and watch it fly away into the distance.
After quickly rushing through Barnes and Noble and obtaining a Leather-bound copy of H.G Well's Seven Novels, "The Book Thief", "Harry, A History", and one of those little box things of Gumby and Pokey. They're so cute, haha. Twenty-fiveish minutes later,-- THAT WAS THE BIGGEST DANG MOTH I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. Half way through a sentence, I hear what sounds like one of those Clacker things and see this hand-sized moth flying towards. I squeal and run upstairs bringing along my mom, brother, and my two dogs to destroy the beast. After many shoe throws, we finally destroy it, to my utter happiness. Now, back to the story. Twenty-fiveish minutes later, we arrive at our house. My mom says "Oooh, Benjamin! Look what's at the door!" I whip my face away from Gumby and see a brown box with a smile on the side on my doorstep.
After thoroughly washing my hands, I take scissors and carefully pry the tape off of that box. I gasp in amazement. This was really it. A white outer cardboard with "This Side Up" in beautiful Harry Potter lettering looks up at me. I carefully smooth this part of the packaging off of what I really want. There, in front of me, was a pretty large looking book-box that was made to look like a Hogwarts Library book. It looks old and worn, but it was meant to be old and worn. It was beautiful. Inside was a little felt pouch, next to an envelope containing beautiful prints of Jo Rowling's Beedle the Bard drawings. Inside the pouch, was the coolest part. It was the book that I waited less for a week for, which is a long time for me. It has a skull on it with jeweled eyes and metal corners and a metal clasp. Inside contained a hand-written-looking introduction by J.K. Rowling. It was probably definitely worth the money spent on it. Thank goodness.
My dogs are afraid of Gumby. Whenever I show him to either of them they are like "GET THAT MONSTER OUT OF MY FACE!!! AHHHH!!!"
Well, I don't really want to write anymore. I'm going to go watch Ella Enchanted and play Sims 2. My widowing Elder just married a newly Adult. Pip Pip, cheerio!
Money: 100 (I haven't payed my mother back yet.)
Followers: 3 :)
Bye guys, see you soon!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Lake Censored For Safety and "The Bingo King"
I've had the "Create Post" window open all day, planning on filling it with words, but never got around to it and I have absolutely no excuse for that at all. So, I've decided it is time.
Yesterday, I went to a theme park called Lake *CENSORED FOR SAFETY* for my dad's company picnic. It is a theme park surrounding a wide lake. It is apparently the oldest theme park in America, but I don't really know how to be sure of that. It is very famous for it's free soda around the park, to my enjoyment. At the beginning of the day, my dad, his girlfriend, my brother, and I go to the lockers to put our clothes that we'd switch into later into a "Large" size locker, which is obviously not large. We cram it all in there successfully, and see more of my family. My Aunt, Auntie Patty, and my two cousins, Brian and Stephanie. We decide to go over to the end of the park where the Water Rafting ride is at. We were almost the only ones there, because everyone else was waiting for the water park to open. We got on it three times getting soaked in the process which was very fun. After that, we go over to the water park while my dad's girlfriend and Brian go on Boulder Dash, the only roller-coaster built into the side of a mountain.
Later, we go up to this ride called Wipe Out. I tell everyone if they go on with me, I'll go on it. Everyone, and I mean everyone, said no. So, I went on it alone. It was terrifying and amazing and crazy and totally my own. After I got off, I felt a sense of accomplishment because I was the only one who went on. I was all smiley for a while after that.
After, we went to the pavilion to get food and stuff. I got a load of Mac N' Cheese, potato salad, a potato, and a chicken breast. After that my plate was full and there was no room for a burger, taco, clam chowder, and more. I didn't even see that stuff. I think about putting some of it back, but than if I was someone else, I'd think that was nasty. There's a "Today's Fail" for you guys.
We sit down in a row of picnic tables and grab some bingo cards. We played until all the prizes were gone. Around four prizes left, I am terrifyingly close to getting five numbers in a row. I still remember the last one I needed, "N 33". And sure enough, the announcer calls out: "N 33." Astounded, I shout "BINGO!" which caused many bingoers to moan with grief. I race up to the front, the announcer checks if I got them all, and tells everyone the horrible news that I won and they didn't. I take a TWENTY FIVE DOLLAR BLOCKBUSTER CARD. My family should've known I have a knack for winning things. I once won a huge TV when I was like nine-years-old.
After we went on this ride with Zach and Brian. The video does NOT do it justice. Right when we get on the ride, I take my flip-flops off and put them on the seat. One drops off right away. Thank God it did, because if I dropped it five minutes later, no one would be able to get it. When we were going up, the height below us was indescribable and Brian informed me if I looked back, I "would wet my pants and try and jump off when we were near the ground." When we turned at the top of the highest point imaginable, I peed mentally. I could see the mall where I usually go that was over 30 miles away. I could see about as much as you could from an airplane. It was ridiculously horrifying and surprisingly amazing.
Much to much happened after that to record here, including me cutting my foot on the ground of this wave pool, us going on the kids' up-down-fall-at-any-time ride, with me screaming and then laughing at myself, and going on the swings and pretending I was running wicked fast on people's heads and picnic umbrellas. After Lake *CENSORED FOR SAFETY*, we went to my other cousin, Brittany's, graduation party. We greeted my grandma and her boyfriend, my grandpa and his wife, and my uncle. We chatted for a bit, but they soon left since they've been there all day. After that we didn't have much to do because almost everyone there was either eighteen or we did not know them. I played Frisbee with E.J., my dad's girlfriend, and Zach. We had dinner, congratulated my cousin, and decided there was nothing else we could do. We left, I got home to my mom's house, I watched a movie of a good book, Speak, with Kristen Stewart (Ugh), and went to bed at two in the morning because of Facebook. By the way, sorry for the length of this post. =/
I'd have to say, yesterday was very fun, indeed.
Money: $100 (Booyah!)
Followers: 3 (Tell your friends!)
Bye guys, I'll see you soon.
P.S: Beedle the Bard didn't come in yet. I'm hopeful for tomorrow!
Yesterday, I went to a theme park called Lake *CENSORED FOR SAFETY* for my dad's company picnic. It is a theme park surrounding a wide lake. It is apparently the oldest theme park in America, but I don't really know how to be sure of that. It is very famous for it's free soda around the park, to my enjoyment. At the beginning of the day, my dad, his girlfriend, my brother, and I go to the lockers to put our clothes that we'd switch into later into a "Large" size locker, which is obviously not large. We cram it all in there successfully, and see more of my family. My Aunt, Auntie Patty, and my two cousins, Brian and Stephanie. We decide to go over to the end of the park where the Water Rafting ride is at. We were almost the only ones there, because everyone else was waiting for the water park to open. We got on it three times getting soaked in the process which was very fun. After that, we go over to the water park while my dad's girlfriend and Brian go on Boulder Dash, the only roller-coaster built into the side of a mountain.
Later, we go up to this ride called Wipe Out. I tell everyone if they go on with me, I'll go on it. Everyone, and I mean everyone, said no. So, I went on it alone. It was terrifying and amazing and crazy and totally my own. After I got off, I felt a sense of accomplishment because I was the only one who went on. I was all smiley for a while after that.
After, we went to the pavilion to get food and stuff. I got a load of Mac N' Cheese, potato salad, a potato, and a chicken breast. After that my plate was full and there was no room for a burger, taco, clam chowder, and more. I didn't even see that stuff. I think about putting some of it back, but than if I was someone else, I'd think that was nasty. There's a "Today's Fail" for you guys.
We sit down in a row of picnic tables and grab some bingo cards. We played until all the prizes were gone. Around four prizes left, I am terrifyingly close to getting five numbers in a row. I still remember the last one I needed, "N 33". And sure enough, the announcer calls out: "N 33." Astounded, I shout "BINGO!" which caused many bingoers to moan with grief. I race up to the front, the announcer checks if I got them all, and tells everyone the horrible news that I won and they didn't. I take a TWENTY FIVE DOLLAR BLOCKBUSTER CARD. My family should've known I have a knack for winning things. I once won a huge TV when I was like nine-years-old.
After we went on this ride with Zach and Brian. The video does NOT do it justice. Right when we get on the ride, I take my flip-flops off and put them on the seat. One drops off right away. Thank God it did, because if I dropped it five minutes later, no one would be able to get it. When we were going up, the height below us was indescribable and Brian informed me if I looked back, I "would wet my pants and try and jump off when we were near the ground." When we turned at the top of the highest point imaginable, I peed mentally. I could see the mall where I usually go that was over 30 miles away. I could see about as much as you could from an airplane. It was ridiculously horrifying and surprisingly amazing.
Much to much happened after that to record here, including me cutting my foot on the ground of this wave pool, us going on the kids' up-down-fall-at-any-time ride, with me screaming and then laughing at myself, and going on the swings and pretending I was running wicked fast on people's heads and picnic umbrellas. After Lake *CENSORED FOR SAFETY*, we went to my other cousin, Brittany's, graduation party. We greeted my grandma and her boyfriend, my grandpa and his wife, and my uncle. We chatted for a bit, but they soon left since they've been there all day. After that we didn't have much to do because almost everyone there was either eighteen or we did not know them. I played Frisbee with E.J., my dad's girlfriend, and Zach. We had dinner, congratulated my cousin, and decided there was nothing else we could do. We left, I got home to my mom's house, I watched a movie of a good book, Speak, with Kristen Stewart (Ugh), and went to bed at two in the morning because of Facebook. By the way, sorry for the length of this post. =/
I'd have to say, yesterday was very fun, indeed.
Money: $100 (Booyah!)
Followers: 3 (Tell your friends!)
Bye guys, I'll see you soon.
P.S: Beedle the Bard didn't come in yet. I'm hopeful for tomorrow!
Friday, August 7, 2009
Who the eff is Ben? And why does he have a Wish List?
Today, I thought I'd like to explain myself a little on who in the H-e-double-tooth-picks I really am. As my blog readers, you guys deserve to know who really writes this. Well, it's a thirteen-year-old kid named Benjamin James. Some call him Ben. Or Benster.
He has no last name for safety reasons. He is a white Caucasian kid who doesn't know how tall he is, and has no way in finding out at the moment. He is very "nerdy". He enjoys to read, write, draw, listen to music, and whatever else thirteen-year-old boys do. He has a wide variety of friends and, well, books. He owns a typewriter, a Half-Blood Prince poster of Dumbledore, and the three Deluxe Editions of the Harry Potter series that are available. Ben has one brother and two parents who are divorced. While he is typing this very sentence, he is rushing desperately to think of something else about himself. Oh, yeah! HE IS A NERDFIGHTER. He loves Doctor Who, Harry Potter, The Catcher in the Rye, you, his blog readers, which means you and you and you and you. Yes. He loves blog commenters even MORE. They bring joy to his days as a convict. No, he is not a prisoner. He is also a weird, thinks-he's-funny kind of person.
Today, I woke up today with the motivation to do something today. I clean up my surprisingly messy top of the dresser, while slightly watching Something's Gotta Give on TBS, which was a lot funnier than I thought it was. At first, I thought it was When Harry Met Sally, because I've never seen that movie before, and Jack Nicholson was named Harry and his girlfriend at the beginning was named Sally. But, then I saw the title at the end of the commercial. Introducing a new segment, this was Today's Fail.
With the need to do something, I give my friend, Cam, who was mentioned before in this blog, a buzz. I somewhat invite myself over to his house to go swimming, but I just said "Well, you invited me over last Saturday, and since I couldn't come over then, can I come over now?" xD
We circulate inside his above ground pool, looking at clouds and trying to think of what they look like, and talking about school and us going to North Carolina on the 21st and Summer Reading and dreams. It felt really good doing something today, and catching up with a good friend I should hang out with more.
I finished City of Ember. Meh. I don't really want to write about that too much so, moving on. I started Frankenstein and so far all he's talking about is his childhood, so it's kind of boring. I'm only about 40 pages into it though, so it's bound to become more exciting.
Wrapping today's session up, I thought I'd show you my Wish List, which I hope to acquire all the things on this list by sometime in the near future. Thanks for being so tolerant of all this boring stuff, guys, it's really appreciated.
Wish List:
1. The Tales of Beedle The Bard Collector's Edition. CHECK.
2. New Phone.
3. New Web cam.
4. New Laptop.
5. Doctor Who Seasons 1-4.
6. Austin Powers Trilogy.
7. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Leather-bound.
Money: 75
Followers: 3
Bye guys, hopefully I'll see you when I get something to write about.
He has no last name for safety reasons. He is a white Caucasian kid who doesn't know how tall he is, and has no way in finding out at the moment. He is very "nerdy". He enjoys to read, write, draw, listen to music, and whatever else thirteen-year-old boys do. He has a wide variety of friends and, well, books. He owns a typewriter, a Half-Blood Prince poster of Dumbledore, and the three Deluxe Editions of the Harry Potter series that are available. Ben has one brother and two parents who are divorced. While he is typing this very sentence, he is rushing desperately to think of something else about himself. Oh, yeah! HE IS A NERDFIGHTER. He loves Doctor Who, Harry Potter, The Catcher in the Rye, you, his blog readers, which means you and you and you and you. Yes. He loves blog commenters even MORE. They bring joy to his days as a convict. No, he is not a prisoner. He is also a weird, thinks-he's-funny kind of person.
Today, I woke up today with the motivation to do something today. I clean up my surprisingly messy top of the dresser, while slightly watching Something's Gotta Give on TBS, which was a lot funnier than I thought it was. At first, I thought it was When Harry Met Sally, because I've never seen that movie before, and Jack Nicholson was named Harry and his girlfriend at the beginning was named Sally. But, then I saw the title at the end of the commercial. Introducing a new segment, this was Today's Fail.
With the need to do something, I give my friend, Cam, who was mentioned before in this blog, a buzz. I somewhat invite myself over to his house to go swimming, but I just said "Well, you invited me over last Saturday, and since I couldn't come over then, can I come over now?" xD
We circulate inside his above ground pool, looking at clouds and trying to think of what they look like, and talking about school and us going to North Carolina on the 21st and Summer Reading and dreams. It felt really good doing something today, and catching up with a good friend I should hang out with more.
I finished City of Ember. Meh. I don't really want to write about that too much so, moving on. I started Frankenstein and so far all he's talking about is his childhood, so it's kind of boring. I'm only about 40 pages into it though, so it's bound to become more exciting.
Wrapping today's session up, I thought I'd show you my Wish List, which I hope to acquire all the things on this list by sometime in the near future. Thanks for being so tolerant of all this boring stuff, guys, it's really appreciated.
Wish List:
1. The Tales of Beedle The Bard Collector's Edition. CHECK.
2. New Phone.
3. New Web cam.
4. New Laptop.
5. Doctor Who Seasons 1-4.
6. Austin Powers Trilogy.
7. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Leather-bound.
Money: 75
Followers: 3
Bye guys, hopefully I'll see you when I get something to write about.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Ben discovers Trock and The Beedle Bard
"He is like fire, burning through time. As old as forever, but fast in his prime."
Some of you three followers might remember a couple weeks ago, that I have fallen obsessed with Doctor Who, a sci-fi show from England. Well, I have recently discovered Trock, or Time-Lord Rock. My favorite Trock band so far, is the brilliant Chameleon Circuit, consisting of Alex Day and Charlie McDonnell, both from YouTube. There are also two other guys, also from YouTube, but I don't know what their names are. Sorry :S. They are the first Trock band ever made. I'd have to say my favorite song would be "An Awful Lot of Running."
I was trying to keep this from you guys until it came in the mail, but I can't keep it in any longer. On Tuesday, I order my very own copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard COLLECTOR'S EDITION. It looks really awesome. I saw some pictures and videos of it online and although it is REALLY EXPENSIVE, I thought I'd buy it now before it became even more expensive. I am just so excited. I want the United Postal Service to be ten time faster than it is now. I'm going to expect it on Saturday or Monday.
Today, about thirty minutes ago, I had lunch two hours later than usual. I had a Peanut Butter and Jelly and FLUFF sandwich. I hadn't had a sandwich with fluff in such a long time, I'd forgot how GREAT it tasted. That was like the best lunch I've had almost all Summer. Geez Louise I just opened a bottle of Sprite, (my biggest weakness), and I have an almost full bottle of water hiding behind my curtain. This morning, right after my Dad dropped me off at my mom's, I changed into some junky clothes and mowed my mom's boyfriend, Fred's, lawn. It took only an hour but it was really long since I didn't mow last week. The mower is obviously dieing. That was what all the large clumps of blenderized grass scattered across the vast space of nothing that is his lawn meant. I haven't done much else besides that today, which makes me pretty angry with myself. I told myself I would do stuff this Summer, but so far I've done about 5 remember-able things this Summer. Well, I have camping with my Dad and going to North Carolina with one of my best friends to look forward to at the end of this month. I am extremely excited about North Carolina, more so than about going camping. I'm going with Cam and his family to a rented beach house across the street from the beach. It's got a pool, a hot tub, game room, wet bar, and a lot of other cool stuff. And, I get to go by myself. No parents or annoying brother. Fantastic! :D
Well, I'm going to try and find something to do out of the house. Maybe go to the mall or to a friends house, perhaps? I hope you three liked this one today, because it seems I'm alittle off today on the writing part.
Goodbye, and farewell.
Money: 75$ (Remember, I just spent a ton on Beedle the Bard CE)
Followers: 3 (Love you guys. You ACTUALLY read this. 8D)
What does Santa Clause do for Halloween...?
Some of you three followers might remember a couple weeks ago, that I have fallen obsessed with Doctor Who, a sci-fi show from England. Well, I have recently discovered Trock, or Time-Lord Rock. My favorite Trock band so far, is the brilliant Chameleon Circuit, consisting of Alex Day and Charlie McDonnell, both from YouTube. There are also two other guys, also from YouTube, but I don't know what their names are. Sorry :S. They are the first Trock band ever made. I'd have to say my favorite song would be "An Awful Lot of Running."
I was trying to keep this from you guys until it came in the mail, but I can't keep it in any longer. On Tuesday, I order my very own copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard COLLECTOR'S EDITION. It looks really awesome. I saw some pictures and videos of it online and although it is REALLY EXPENSIVE, I thought I'd buy it now before it became even more expensive. I am just so excited. I want the United Postal Service to be ten time faster than it is now. I'm going to expect it on Saturday or Monday.
Today, about thirty minutes ago, I had lunch two hours later than usual. I had a Peanut Butter and Jelly and FLUFF sandwich. I hadn't had a sandwich with fluff in such a long time, I'd forgot how GREAT it tasted. That was like the best lunch I've had almost all Summer. Geez Louise I just opened a bottle of Sprite, (my biggest weakness), and I have an almost full bottle of water hiding behind my curtain. This morning, right after my Dad dropped me off at my mom's, I changed into some junky clothes and mowed my mom's boyfriend, Fred's, lawn. It took only an hour but it was really long since I didn't mow last week. The mower is obviously dieing. That was what all the large clumps of blenderized grass scattered across the vast space of nothing that is his lawn meant. I haven't done much else besides that today, which makes me pretty angry with myself. I told myself I would do stuff this Summer, but so far I've done about 5 remember-able things this Summer. Well, I have camping with my Dad and going to North Carolina with one of my best friends to look forward to at the end of this month. I am extremely excited about North Carolina, more so than about going camping. I'm going with Cam and his family to a rented beach house across the street from the beach. It's got a pool, a hot tub, game room, wet bar, and a lot of other cool stuff. And, I get to go by myself. No parents or annoying brother. Fantastic! :D
Well, I'm going to try and find something to do out of the house. Maybe go to the mall or to a friends house, perhaps? I hope you three liked this one today, because it seems I'm alittle off today on the writing part.
Goodbye, and farewell.
Money: 75$ (Remember, I just spent a ton on Beedle the Bard CE)
Followers: 3 (Love you guys. You ACTUALLY read this. 8D)
What does Santa Clause do for Halloween...?
Monday, August 3, 2009
I DON'T KNOW
Well. I am very disappointed in myself. There are many, many, not so exciting things I could write, (I'm tired of the word "blog") about, but, saying I'm "New at this", seems to be a good enough excuse to get me out of writing about some of the boring Summer days I endure. I'll just recount some of my favorites and then I will just write what comes to mind. Sounds good? Excellent.
Yesterday, was my grandfather's birthday. I didn't really ask anyone how old he is. It was at his house on the lake of which I do not know the name of, and there was food and sitting and swimming in the yellow lake and some more food and some more sitting. A wide majority of the people attending were much too old to "shake some booty", like I suggested. Much of the day was taken up by snacking on these scrumptious chips that it seems they only have, and playing badminton, one of the only games there, while lunch was served. Having missed the apparently "Well cooked, perfect colored" cheeseburgers, I waited until desert to go to town. Only half the cake was gone before I saw that it was out and dashed down the stone steps to the food table. The elders were massaging their stomachs and speaking of politics, the not-so-elders were out fishing, and the children and around 3 teenagers were scattered around doing various things to keep them occupied. The cake was GOOD. Thirty minutes later, having Googled, "How do I get water out of my ears without shaking my head", I was pouring alcohol into my ear, and like Harry Potter magic, the water was gone. I was comfortable once more.
My friend and helper in my war on everything that is right, Brett, will not stop instant messaging me while I AM TRYING TO TYPE, has insisted that I include him in this post. Somehow I will have to find a way to squeeze him in. Ah, that's a good one. Alright, carry on.
This was not one of my prouder moments. It happened last year. At our middle school, in Health Class. Our assignment was to decorate a shoe box with pictures or text from magazines that has something to do about you. Mine was coming along great. Almost none of the pictures had to do with me. Thinking back, I wish I had kept it, to explain in greater detail what went into a project such as this. There was the Aflac duck, a apple. Racking my mind was not much help. Everything else is a blur. But, I promise you, I was wiggling between the lines of doing what I was told to do, and having as much fun as possible. About an hour later, our teacher, (I am so sorry about this, but, she had somewhat of a woman mustache), says "Alright, time to clean up, then we have to get you to your next class." I am all cleaned up and walking back to my chair, and who other than Brett walks up with one of his stupid grins on his face. "Wow, your box is really good, Ben!" He pats me on the back, hard enough to make it hurt. I go and sit down in my chair and hear the girls in the table behind me giggling. Thinking I had my shirt inside out or something, I turn to look at them and one of them points to my back. I grope at the small of my back for a few seconds and rip off a taped piece of paper. It reads, in bold, printed ink, "Sex Offender." The teacher had not noticed. I throw Brett and his laughing table an evil glare and when she says we can go, I race over to tell him off and then to go along and laugh with him. Moral of the story: Never turn your back on Brett.
I assume that was the longest paragraph I have written on here. I decide it's time for Dinner. I will catch you guys later. Holla! (What's wrong with me!?!?)
Money: STILL 210!
I've decided to drop followers because it does not seem to be going up.
Bye guys, hopefully I'll see you soon.
Yesterday, was my grandfather's birthday. I didn't really ask anyone how old he is. It was at his house on the lake of which I do not know the name of, and there was food and sitting and swimming in the yellow lake and some more food and some more sitting. A wide majority of the people attending were much too old to "shake some booty", like I suggested. Much of the day was taken up by snacking on these scrumptious chips that it seems they only have, and playing badminton, one of the only games there, while lunch was served. Having missed the apparently "Well cooked, perfect colored" cheeseburgers, I waited until desert to go to town. Only half the cake was gone before I saw that it was out and dashed down the stone steps to the food table. The elders were massaging their stomachs and speaking of politics, the not-so-elders were out fishing, and the children and around 3 teenagers were scattered around doing various things to keep them occupied. The cake was GOOD. Thirty minutes later, having Googled, "How do I get water out of my ears without shaking my head", I was pouring alcohol into my ear, and like Harry Potter magic, the water was gone. I was comfortable once more.
My friend and helper in my war on everything that is right, Brett, will not stop instant messaging me while I AM TRYING TO TYPE, has insisted that I include him in this post. Somehow I will have to find a way to squeeze him in. Ah, that's a good one. Alright, carry on.
This was not one of my prouder moments. It happened last year. At our middle school, in Health Class. Our assignment was to decorate a shoe box with pictures or text from magazines that has something to do about you. Mine was coming along great. Almost none of the pictures had to do with me. Thinking back, I wish I had kept it, to explain in greater detail what went into a project such as this. There was the Aflac duck, a apple. Racking my mind was not much help. Everything else is a blur. But, I promise you, I was wiggling between the lines of doing what I was told to do, and having as much fun as possible. About an hour later, our teacher, (I am so sorry about this, but, she had somewhat of a woman mustache), says "Alright, time to clean up, then we have to get you to your next class." I am all cleaned up and walking back to my chair, and who other than Brett walks up with one of his stupid grins on his face. "Wow, your box is really good, Ben!" He pats me on the back, hard enough to make it hurt. I go and sit down in my chair and hear the girls in the table behind me giggling. Thinking I had my shirt inside out or something, I turn to look at them and one of them points to my back. I grope at the small of my back for a few seconds and rip off a taped piece of paper. It reads, in bold, printed ink, "Sex Offender." The teacher had not noticed. I throw Brett and his laughing table an evil glare and when she says we can go, I race over to tell him off and then to go along and laugh with him. Moral of the story: Never turn your back on Brett.
I assume that was the longest paragraph I have written on here. I decide it's time for Dinner. I will catch you guys later. Holla! (What's wrong with me!?!?)
Money: STILL 210!
I've decided to drop followers because it does not seem to be going up.
Bye guys, hopefully I'll see you soon.
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