"It is not our abilities that determine who we are, it is our choices." ~Albus Dumbledor

October 18, 2011

Something to Spice Things Up

It's late. It's like, 9:14. NO WAIT! It's 9:15 now.

Anyways, I realize that it's a late hour and I also realize that my posts can get quite lengthy. So I'll just summarize. Ahem...

A little opera goes a long way
I am a pineapple's best friend
There goes the Cantaloupe Snatcher
Sitting next to the caramel campfire
Someday, I'll live in a honeycomb
My French friends live on oranges
Airline food
Airline french fries
Airline TWINKIES

Wait, I'm getting off topic. . .

Christmas is about to blanket our fingertips
Where has the little egg gone?
Space pirates
Ethereal sunset on the lake bed
CRAP IT'S ALREADY 9:22!!
Caterpillar siblings
The ice blanket slides down the afterglow
Michael Jackson

WOAH WOAH WAOHHHH. Wait up. Michael Jackson? Ok. It's late. I'm done.

October 12, 2011

Silly, Silly High School Kids

Silly, silly high school kids. Silly, silly indeed. 'Cause seriously? I'm only 15. K? Let's get that through everyone's mind before we begin this post.
. . .
Ok, well we've already begun, but just get that through your mind.

Incident #1 
Location - Seminary
Time - 6:50 AM
We were beginning class with the devotional and everything, when we got on the subject of the Night of Shakespear happening that night. People start getting curious and asking questions, when the girl sitting next to me leans over and whispers, "What time was that at again?" I told her it started at 7:00. She then proceeded to ask, "So what part are you?" "Oh I'm not in Drama 4," I replied. Shocked, she turned to face me and exclaimed, "What? With how good you are?!" (Which I'm really not all that great, by the way) "Why not?" "Well, I'm already in Musical Theater, and I didn't really have room in my schedule for any more drama besides that. Plus I'm only a sophomore, so I couldn't be in that class anyway." Even more shocked looking, she says, "Are you kidding me? I thought you were a senior!" I just sarcastically laughed, and half hid my face behind my hymn book until class started.

Incident #2
Location - Spanish II
Time - Around 8:40 AM
So Sr. Taylor was leading us in a class discussion about household items, and parts of the home and such. When we got to the computer, we started naming its parts. Monitor? La pantalla. Mouse? El Raton. Keyboard? El teclado. I was the one to answer what the keyboard was, because I vaguely remembered what I had learned about the computer back in Spanish I. "Muy bien!" Came Sr. Taylor's reply to my answer. Then without thinking, I made the comment, "Whew! 9th grade Spanish is staying with me!" After I said that, Sr. Taylor laughed, and went on with the things he was talking about. Then the girl sitting in front of me turned around and said, "You can remember way back to what you learned in 9th grade?" "Yeah..." I started to say kind of sheepishly. "I'm only in 10th grade..." "Oh really? I thought you were a senior!"
Bueno.

Incident #3
Location - The Bus
Time - 2:20 PM
School had just gotten out, and I had just gotten onto the bus. I was pretty early, which was different for me, 'cause I'm usually running to try and catch it before it pulls out of the lot (my bus is the very first one. Just my luck). So I got to claim which seat I wanted to sit in that day instead of having to lay on top of people with my books on somebody's face, and somebody sitting on my backpack. But no! I got to pick my own seat. Soon though there were swarms of kids coming onto the bus, and before I knew it, I suddenly couldn't see the ceiling anymore. But then I realized that's just cause I wasn't looking up. A few moments later, somebody from MDT sat down in the seat behind mine, and was like, "Oh man! Can you believe that dance today?!" I couldn't, and I informed them of that. Then she went on to say, "Yeah, but we'd better enjoy it while it lasts, 'cause this is going to be our last performance!" Psh. I didn't know what she was talking about! We still had one more that year! "No, because after this we still have Pippin!" I said. "Oh, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, we're going to be in college next year!"
Well. This was news for me. I thought I still had 2 years of high school left! "No, I've still got two more years of high school left actually." Being the stupid-kid-that-never-thinks-before-he-talks that I am. 
"What?! Aren't you a senior??"

Ok, it gets old after a while. Actually, it got old after the first time. I'd like to point out that these first two incidents were in the same day, and this third one was only a couple of days before the first two. I just ordered them this way, because time wise, that's how they went.  I'd also like to point out that every single person who stopped to say, "wait a minute..." was a girl.

Figures.

Don't get me wrong, I love being me! ...But I want to be me! Not this senior kid who is in Spanish II. I just want to be a sophomore! It kinda wears on you after a while. Although, there are a million ways to take advantage of this situation. And it may be fun to try some once in a while... XD.

But seriously. Do I really look like a senior to you?


October 2, 2011

Slacker-Bum Lazy-Pants

That basically describes me. I mean, seriously. The last time I posted was like, a month ago! A MONTHHH!!! What I really need is a meaningful post. Completely heart-felt. Strait from my soul.

. . .

But unfortunately, that's not what you guys get today. Just a remorseful little boy who blogs about being lazy.


P.S. I said blogs, not brags. Just in case you read that wrong.

P.P.S. This post is done now.

P.P.P.S. . . . For reals.

P.P.P.P.S. STOP READING!

P.P.P.P.P.S. Y'know what? Forget it.