Sleep.....tired.....

I've not got much to say that hasn't already been said over at http://xainoutax.blogspot.com/ So, you can go there (and look at pictures) and I'll just post another story. If I don't finish it here (might not) then I'll finish it tomorrow.

His hand were at his keyboards, but he stared blankly into the moniter. He was in no mood to write, let alone finish an entire half-book. He put his left hand into his pocket, keeping his right on his keyboard. Even when he realized his phone was in his right pocket, he refused to let his right hand leave the keyboard, and instead awkwardly reached for his phone with the hand that is not meant for the right pocket. He flipped through his contacts list.....

Ryan....
*riiing* *riiiing* "Not not busy enough to answer the phone, which means I'm not not not going to answer. So don't call again hoping I'll pick up, if I get to the damned thing late I'll call back. Got it? Alright. Peace" *beep*

*click*

He let out a sigh.

Joshua.....

*riiiing* *riiiing* "

(i'll finish this tomorow)

I have internets!

We're here waiting to go to TT4L, so I'm kinda hungry. I'm also blagging. Yes, blagging. If I'm going to do this, i'm going to represent Xkcd.com. We're getting red packet thingys. Sti's phone ring is very annoying. Did I mention I'm hungry? I want donuts. I feel like I should be posting alot more. Oh well, I'll have more to say later.

I think I've done enough damage for now.

My Father was a service droid!

I really dont know what to say. So I'll just rant about my day.

Woke up, went to school. They made us do stuff in ROTC. Joy.... After that it was pretty much a normal day. Take notes in physics, take semi-notes in Speech. Type and mess around in Web2. Yup.... oh right, afterwards went to Tacobell with Connar (Conner? not sure how its spelled) which was fun. We pretty much talked about our old bus. Fun times, fun times..... Then as soon as I got home, my brother wanted to go eat again. At which point I gorged myself. As I'm typing this, it sounds boring, so heres a story.

The crowd cheered. The music played. The confetti fell. And as the excitement settled and the music silenced, a champion stood. One who had trained day and night, sacrificed his own time, his own money, and of course, his own patience. He was the under-dog, the one know one expected to win. He was "that kid", often thought to practically be a 'by' in competitions. Yet here he stood, un-defeated, and while atleast 50 in the crowd had their eyes glaring at him, the rest praised him. The rest realized what a triumph he had made. But it still hadn't dawned on him yet. Not fully. Yes, he won. Yes, he had done what others believed to be impossible. And yes, he was the under-dog. But to get first? To win the tournament? To take the title from people he only yesterday admired, respected and revered? It was un-precedented. It was un-imaginable. It was so many other things, and yet it had happened, and that was the one thing it wasn't. Possible.

Extreme Jesus?

I just realized that, thanks to my wording, I said that Jesus was an "extreme dude", which accidently made him sound like this guy
My bad, Jesus (take note, I am not anti-religious, nor am I heavily religious. I believe God and his son have a sense of humor.)

Opening day!

Ok, so here we go for BEDA (Blogg Every Day of April), and I realize I'm a day early, but theirs alot I want to randomly say that I cant elsewhere, so here they are.

Making a salad with pepperoni is an idea I should have thought of years ago.

Taylor and I were talking and I brought up a good question. Did Jesus's farts smell good? Or really bad? Everything else he did in his life was extreme, why not his farts?

I think when Taylor grows up, hes going to be an awesome old incohesent blabbering man. And none of his grandchildren will appreciate it....

I'm making french frys, and the mini oven keeps making noises. I'm afraid its going to explode.....Also, on that note of my frys, I have both wavy cut and waffle cut. How do they cut waffle cut? I could rant on that for hours. For another day.....

Doctor says I need more milk. MORE OVALTINE PLEASE!!! I also got Gogurt. What am I, six? Oh, and apparently I'm 5 foot 6 now. And I've LOST weight. I dont care. I'm still telling people I way 117. (truely 112. Dont judge me, I'm not the first to lie about my weight.) Pee tests are weird.

Some phrases like "tell me about it" are taken differently when read in text message form. In a book, they had " he said sarcastically" to the end, just to clarify. Not in text message. So in book you'd either get "Tell me about it' he said as he reached under his lamp table, trying desperately to grab his gun so as to stop the old man's inchosent blabbering'" or "'Man, my day sucked'. 'Oh, tell me about it' she said, leaning in close gazing into his eyes, hoping that maybe the small shimmer of his day was her'"

See? Two completely different things.

I think I've done enough damage for the day.