HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

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      Happy birthday Erin!!  I hope you have an extra special day.  I didn't get you a card... sorry.....  BUT.  It's your birthday and you should be super happy!!  I hope you have reached every goal that you have set for yourself and that you keep achieving great things.  I promise I remembed that it was your birthday, but I didn't know what you would want.  I hope this is good enough, I think you're rad and, as Brower said, I dig you in the most appropriate ways.  Have a good one!

Pepto Bismal

PEPTO-BISMAL

Pepto-bismal,

chalky and dismal.

You help, but O your taste.

I drink you with haste,

And I hope for the best

As I lie here and rest.

WHY I AM DOING THIS

Yes, I have too much time on my hands.

I could even list all of my favorite bands.

But, I'll be honest, that could take a while.

Just the thought of them makes me smile.

I won't bore you with my passions,

Instead I'll tell you about my lack of compassion.

(For the Pokemon I'm fighting, of course.)

I go at them with full-force,

Earning gym badges everywhere I go,

Wandering the Hoenn region to-and-fro.

(I wanna be. The very best. That no one ever was.... To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause... I will travel. Accross the land. Searching faaarr and wiiiide. Each Pokemon to understand. The power that's insiiiiide!  Pokemon! It's you and meeeee! I know it's my destinyyy! Pokemon! Ohh, you're my best friend, in a world we must defend!)

Normally I like the taste of Pepto Bismal, but in this case...well, it's cherry.

Soo.. yeah. Did that from memory, although I suppose I could just look them up while I'm online... Oh well! I hope it's right, I'm almost positive it is. You know what?  I know that it's right.  I love Pokemon that much, I have complete confidence in my memory of that wonderful song.

Happy Birthday Steven Tyler

Happy birthday Steven Tyler!!  You don't know how awesome I think you are, and chances are you'll never read this, but I'm happy for you.  I hope you have many more birthdays in the future, and thank you for helping so much with the musical revolution that will forever go down in history as the greatest one.  Rock n roll is here to stay.

UPDATE:  In honor of the Deamon of Screamin', I spent the day in a way that I hope he would have approved of (and loved).  I was outside with Colin and Alex, climbing through the woods and on Cap Sante.  We started at the bottom (on the beach) and Colin and I climbed up the steep rocks and accross really tiny trails in the grass on top of the rocks.  We convinced Alex to climb up with us, but he had to go a different way..  We ended up going to the very top of Cap Sante, it was awesome.  I got to cut sticks and play with my knife, too.  Anyways, I hope Steven Tyler would have liked the way that I spent his birthday in honor of him.

Sweatpants

    The sweatpants for track arrived today the other day.  Well, they weren't just sweatpants, there were also shirts, shorts, and sweatshirts.  I had ordered a shirt, sweatshirt, and sweatpants.  After track, and before my sister picked me up for guitar, I changed into the sweatpants and shirt.  After guitar, I came back to my sister's house and put my old sweatpants on my head.  Like bunny ears!  Or like a Twi'lek from Star Wars.  I was going for the first one, but I ended up telling my sister that I was the second one.  The sweatpants made me look more like a Twi'lek..  Anyways, nobody even questioned it.  Same with when.  It was like it was expected of me.  Oh, gee, thanks.  So I had a surprise birthday party the 12th, and it was totally written on my sister's calendar this whole time.  The GIANT callendar behind her door.  I guess that's why nobody says anything when I do werid stuff.  Like rollerblade around the house...  Man, I've had some good times.. Like the first time my oldest sister sneaked out.  It was me, 15, my second oldest sister, 19, and my oldest sister, 22.  My oldest sister had never done it before.  It was our jobs as younger siblings to corrupt her.  We left around 2:00 or 3:00a.m.  Where did we go?  Why, the Donut House, of course!  It was the first of our many late night adventures.  Sorry there aren't any pictures..

The Burkini

Words cannot describe the hilarity.  (I'm supposed to be cleaning my room right now, but my mom's not here to check up on me)  This is hilarious.  I would almost rather not go swimming that wear this, but let's face it.  Swimming is magical.  I would even wear this if I had to.  Thank you to all (three) of you that read my blog, it brings me immense joy when I check the stats and it shows a steady increase.  Thank you for reading!

Words of wisdom: never become a muslim.  You will go from wearing this: 

to the infamous Burkini (also spelled Burquini)

I warn you because I love you and do not want to see such a fate befall you.

Best. Namesake. Ever.

     Another teacher that I absolutely adore is Brower.  I would say hello to her in the hallwasys last year, altough I had no clue who she was.  All I knew was that she was totally rad.  I had never heard a bad thing about her.  My advisory teacher retired at the end of last year, and Browers advisory class had graduated.  Unfortunately, and much to my dismay, my advisory teacher was to be the new teacher.  On the first day of school, however, I discovered a wonderful thing.  The incoming freshmen would be assigned to the new teacher, and my advisory class was to get Brower.  It was one one of the happiest moments at school.  I would go so far as to say that it was the single most joyious day of school, although every advisory is simply wonderful.  Some of the kids in that class can be a real pill, though..
     I joined bowling for two reasons.  I enjoyed bowlig on occasion, and Brower was the coach.  I had already been considering joing bowling; it was a sport and I needed to be doing something after school.  Brower told me, one day in advisory, that I needed to join.  Why not?  I had a blast bowling.  I made some friends and I got way better at bowling, but bowling is a completely different story.  Back to Brower.  She's hilarious.  She loves Johnny Cash.  Nobody nowadays likes that stuff.  I only have one of his records, but I love his music.  The fact that she understands the value and attraction of classic quality music, well that just gives her a power boost in my book.  She is also an extremely kind and giving person.  She's always helping people that are not so fortunate.  Always.  She beams with kindness.  I feel like someone should do something for her, you know?  Like, she deserves it.  Well, anyways, she got some chickens.  I do this thing where I'll randomly freeze when I'm walking, or if I make eye-contact with someone.  Evidently there is a chicken that does that as well.  Guess who got a chicken named after them?  It was one of the proudest moments in my life; I got something named after me!  I love birds, so that just makes it even more awesome.

soo... yeah, I didn't know what else to put on here, so here's a piciture of my hand.

How I Eat Cake

    You may have noticed that I eat cake a little differently than you.  Chances are, however, that I have never eaten cake in front of you.  I only eat chocolate cake differently than your average ordinary every day kid.  I put it in a bowl.  And then I add milk.  That's right.  I eat my cake with a spoon.  Also, if you can find the Def Leppard reference, you win.  The reason that I mention this whole cake thing, is because I had a surprise birthday party thrown for me.  It was my first one.  There were three different types of cake, strawberry jello soda, chocolate, and tiramisu.  I was blindfolded, driven around town while listening to the Rolling Stones (my choice), and then my father carried me to my sisters front door, but not until after they went to 7 11 for beef jerky and a slurpee thing.  I got the coolest book ever.  All My Friends are Dead.  Read it.  Love it.
     On another note, today my brother-in-law, his father, and myself put the engine back into my truck successfully.  It took over four hours.  My truck is almost completely finished.  There is an oil/grease stain on my neck and there is oil and engine crap under my nails still, I can't get it out.  It's a 1990 Ford Ranger, and it used to be my dad's.  The only reason he gave it to me (for free) was because I was to pay for all of the repairs, which I will.  As soon as I have enough money.  The new parts were a huge money suck, but it's way cheaper than having a shop fix it up.  We saved a ton of money, and I learned all about my engine!

Upcoming Event

   So my birthdy is in like... a week?  Ah, who's counting.  I want to throw a party thing or whatever and invite Steven Tyler.  I will invite him.  I mean, like, seriously, how cool would it be to have THE Steven Tyler show up?  Ah, man, I could die happy.  I won't lie.  I love him.  The impact that he had on musical history is simply astounding.  It just makes him that much more awesome.  Realisticly, I know that he wound never come to anything that I would invite him, but it never hurt to put a little time and effort into a hopeless cause.  Take track, for instance.  There's no way I would ever be better than the experienced throwers on the team, so like, yeah.  It keeps me out of trouble, I guess.  Essentially what we need to take out of this is that gives me something to do after school.
     Grammar: I love it.  I would also like to improve my grammar, not only when typing, but speaking as well.  Anybody here like grammar?  Woot!  Just thought that I should put that out there.  You know what I really love (besides Steven Tyler)?  Pokémon.  I have 11 Pokémon games, but when I was talking about how expensive the new game is, my said why doesn't he just get it for me for my birthday.  That would make it 12 Pokémon games.  I'm stoked.  Not that it's relevant, but I'm listening to "This is Halloween" by Marilyn Manson.  It's the only song by him that I've listened to, but I think it's a fun song.  I usually listen to like classic rock or the older version of metal (for example, Def Leppard).  Aerosmith is my favorite band, followed by the Rolling Stones, and then in third would be Mötley Crüe.