Houston, We Have A Problem...

Hello. I don't understand why every astronaut in the universe is only capable of calling Houston to inform them of a problem. It must be depressing to live in Houston, because it seems like there is always something wrong that they are being informed about.

That last paragraph was pointless and completely unrelated to what I want to talk about. I just wrote what came to my mind when I saw the phrase "Houston, we have a problem". Anyway. I don't understand people at all. And this blog post will probably not help (indeed, it very easily could make a few people hate me), but I have to get it out there. You see, I was on the phone with a few unnamed friends the other day, and they started telling me about how they were sending someone else hate-mail because of what this person did to them. The next day, they both went to church (one of them was in the worship band) and sang about God's love and how grateful they are. It might just be me, but I'm pretty sure there's a disconnect there. Jesus said "He who hates his brother has already committed murder in his heart," and (I think it was even in the same passage), he said "The greatest commandment is this: love one another as I have loved you."

If this is true, how can we call ourselves Christ-followers when we openly express hatred to others? Now do not get me wrong, I am not saying I have never been mad at anyone. If you're reading this you know me well enough that you shouldn't think that. But I pray constantly that God will give me the strength to forgive people for when they have wronged me. I've tried hating people, and I've tried forgiving people. Hating is easier to start with, but it becomes a constant burden that weighs you down. Once you forgive someone, once you really do forgive someone, it's like a weight has been lifted that you didn't even know was there. Unfortunately, though, this is incredibly hard to do.

To you two unnamed friends, I am not saying you are wrong in being upset with that other person. Heck, I'M upset with them just because of what they did to you. But hating them and trying to make their life miserable isn't going to help. Sure, it'll make you feel better for a little bit, but is it really worth it? This person is obviously not saved, which means that they do not necessarily hold the same moral standards as you do. Everyone is different in that. But what kind of witness is it when we act exactly like the world tells us to act? The Bible says not to take revenge on others, but to let God take revenge for you. It says that when someone scorns you, be kind to them "for this will be as placing burning coals upon their head." Returning evil with evil doesn't turn out any result except that everybody gets mad. Returning evil with good confuses the crap out of the person that did evil, which makes you feel better and gives you a chance to witness.

I am not asking you to become this person's best friend. In fact, if that happened I might question your sanity. But I am asking you to think about what you do and how it effects not only others, but yourself (I just totally reversed a common phrase there). I have many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many (ETC.) faults, but I also have strengths that God has given me. One of these is that I literally do not hate anyone. That's an impressive claim, but it is simply because I pray that God will give me strength to forgive. And He does. This guy once asked me who I hated, since he had just went on a 5-10 minute rant on the people he hated. My response of 2 words got probably the best reaction out of anything I could've said. Those words: "No one." Then after that, it took me like 5 minutes to convince him that I was being serious. He named off people that he knew had done something that I could hate them for, and for each one the expression on his face became funnier as I told him that I had forgiven all of them. This guy is not saved, and has a lot of doubts where the Bible is concerned. But through my forgiving others, I was given a chance to witness to him. That guy is the younger brother of one of you unnamed friends.

I love both of you, and am always praying for you. You've both been through so much more than I have. But I pray that God will give you the strength to forgive and forget. As Yoda once said (and yes, I know I am quoting a fictional character. Shut up), "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering." Forget the fear part. The rest is valid though... And that's pretty much all I have to say.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Cookies, Weird Smells, and FOAL.

Hello. Today was weird, and not in a good way. quite a few weird things happened. I'm not going to give you a second-by-second description (like some, *cough*, one person I know), but I will be giving a basic overview and my personal comments. That last part should scare you.

Anyway, down to the nitty gritty. Today, I woke up at like 7:something AM, and prepared to leave my house. I am never happy when I have to do this. It normally means I will spend the rest of the day acting like a zombie. This...was no different. We were out the door by 8:30, and we killed an hour driving pointlessly around doing "errands", but I do not know what we really did because I was sitting in the front seat thinking about brains, as many zombies catch themselves doing. At 9:30, we got to this place where Lily and Noah (my youngest siblings) normally have classes on Wednesday mornings. They had them today, too, though I did not know it ahead of time. So while they're in classes for around 3 hours, Ashley and I sit in a library with barely any interesting-looking books, trying to entertain ourselves.

When it was finally time for food, my mom tells us that she got Chick Fil A. I, for one, was excited because I freaking love Chick Fil A. I was not excited, however, when we realized that we had one less chicken sandwich than we ordered (stupid employees). Guess who didn't get one. So after I split a sandwich with my mom, who, apparently, "wasn't hungry" (she's ALMOST anorexic), I was informed that we were about to "get" tp spend another 2+ hours in the library while everyone else got to have a party and do a cookie swap. In case you don't know what that it, it's like dirty santa with cookies. It's fricking awesome. Right as I was being informed of this (and feeling the joy eternally sucked from me), I looked over and saw... A guy. I will not be saying this guy's name (because none of you know him), but let me say this: for an anonymous dude wearing a Bob Marley shirt, he had the funk. Dude smelled so bad I could taste it. From 2 feet away. And he was completely unaware of this.


Now, it just so happens that I know the dude. He's a friend of some of my friends, and he knows me well enough that I'm the only person he will hang around for the entire 2+ hours that we are there. Joy? No. There was no joy. That had already been sucked out of me (see previous paragraph). But it did make things a heck of a lot more interesting. Now, not only was I being tortured while bored out of my mind, but I was being followed by a ridiculously smelly guy whom I honestly doubt knows what this alien concept called "Personal space" is. As you probably guessed, upon his arrival I immediately ran up, hugged him, and proceeded to lead the entire building in a chorus of "Joy To The World".

Just kidding. But, I endured, and will finish this post by explaining the phrase "FOAL" (see title). You see, my dog (Abby) happens to be insane. Today I was taking her on a walk and she was being normal; acting insane. I got frustrated so I called her a FOAL, or, Freak On A Leash. Because she was. Naha...

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

We Used To Be Friends

Hello. Today, I was listening to the song "We Used To Be Friends" by The Dandy Warhols, and it like slapped me in the face with flashbacks. As I sat there listening to this awesome song, I thought of all the people that I used to friends with, and am now not for some reason or another.

For some of them, it's because they simply replaced me. I've forgiven them and moved on. For some of them, it's because we simply drifted apart and now don't talk much. For some, it's because of one of us moving out of city/state. But how and why I am no longer friends with these unnamed people is irrelevant to this post (actually, it's irrelevant to pretty much everything/everyone). The relevant part is that I realized just how much God has blessed me.

A. He has given me HIMSELF. He gave His only begotten son, so that I will be able to spend eternity with Him in heaven. He gave me His Word, the Bible, as instruction for how to live and what to do.
B. He has given me a family that loves me no matter what, and even if I don't agree with them on some things, or if I get annoyed as freaking crap at them, I know that they'll always be there for me.
3. He has given me the best friend in the world, that I always know I can talk to about anything, and that is a constant example of how to live like Christ, especially through suffering.
D. He has given me a home in America, the greatest country on earth, and has provided for everything I've ever needed. EVER. That is such a mind-blowing statement. To think that God, the Creator of the entire freaking UNIVERSE, cares about me and provides for me personally. He knows that I'm a sinner. He knows that I am, as Isaiah said, "A man of unclean lips, among a people of unclean lips."

So after all that, how can I be ungrateful? I don't understand myself. I'm completely positive that YOU don't understand me either. It's incredible to think that God knows me better than I know myself... But it's true. Of that, I will never be convinced otherwise. But knowing this is also upsetting to me because I realize how much I take for granted. I can talk to my Creator, whenever I want, but I barely ever do, and when I do, it's never long. Why is that? Is it because I don't appreciate what He has given for me? I hope not. Is it because I don't understand something? I almost hope so, but that is because I am selfish and would like to think that I am not the one on whom the blame lies. Is it because I'm simply too busy? That is bull; if the God of the universe has time, I sure as heck do. So why don't I take advantage of everything He has given me?

If you're expecting me to answer that question on this blog post, I am afraid you will be disappointed. I do not know the answer. So I will do what I should be doing a lot more of, asking God for the answers.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

I Love This One

HELLO! I totally love this blog template. If you're wondering where I found it, click on the annoying orange bar above this post that says "PYZAM.COM" on it. I haven't figured out how to get rid of that yet. It's not extremely annoying, but it is annoying enough to constantly bother me. If you know how to get rid of it, please let me in on that secret (I bet you didn't even know it was a secret. You feel smart now, don't you?). Naha... That's pretty much all I have to say. Goodbye now.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

<--- This is ANNOYING.

So I changed my blog template (yes Becca, I figured it out). I'm not sure how much I like this one though. I tried changing the background color to blue instead of red, but the color comes from the source url and I can't change it through HTML... I find myself annoyed >.< but whateves. The only thing I can't figure out is how the heck to get rid of the speech bubbles next to the titles of my post. And they all say "undefined" over and over and over....And its ANNOYING!!! *Explodes* Make it stop. No, seriously, if you can help with that please tell me. I'm new to this crap...

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Ham, Turkey, and Lots of Other Stuff.

It is the day after Thanksgiving, and I am just now able to blog about how much I love Thanksgiving. The food is awesome, I love seeing my family, and not having school doesn't exactly suck either :D Am I the only one that thinks Black Friday is a weird name? The day after Thanksgiving is called "Black Friday," but I do not know why. Actually, I don't know ANYONE that knows why. So for all we know, we might be participating in the biggest racial name scandal in history (actually, I think ANY racial name scandal would be the biggest; have you ever heard of another one??). Abby stop liking my foot. Anyway....

I have decided that ham (not Chad, I am talking about the meat) is better than turkey. Why? For a few reasons:
1. It tastes better.
2. It has a funnier name.
3. Turkey has L-Tryptophan and Carbohydrate Metabolism in it, which makes you tired. I do not like food that makes me more tired than I already am. It would be different if it was chocolate, but seeing as it is not chocolate, that does not matter right now.
4. Is a number.

And, after that exceedingly thought-provocative list, I am sure your world has just entered a tailspin of uncertainty. I apologize for causing you such grief. But, rest assured, there is something that you can concentrate on to get you through this wave of confusion: remember that you will one day die, that it is inevitable, and that you will probably not be ready for it.

After that, I have nothing left to say. Die.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

The (Saga?) continues.....

Hello. Welcome to the latest installment of I Have No Life And Am Consequentially Posting On A Blog That No One Reads. For today's topic, we will be discussing geometry-among other things-but mostly geometry, which I think could be summarized in two words: it sucks. Today, however, geometry sucked slightly less, due to the fact that near the end of the class our teacher got stumped by a problem and spent the remainder of the class (somewhere between 10 and 20 minutes) trying to figure out ONE problem. She was not trying to figure out the answer to said problem, but trying to understand (so she could attempt at making US understand) WHY the answer was like it was. You see, we students are fine with saying that angle 4 is bigger than angle 6 simply because it looks bigger. Mrs. Laatsch, however, insists that there must be a VALID reason for everything, and apparently "It looks bigger" is not valid enough. So... We came up with a valid one. And our revolutionary answer for everything in the universe is: Jesus. You see, Jesus was the perfect Lamb. He is right, He is always right, and He is never wrong. So, logically, we figure that "Jesus" could be a correct answer for every single question in the universe. Why? Jesus.

There are many practical benefits to this method of thinking, for example: Teacher asks, "What is the distance formula?" One could respond "The square root of y2-y1 raised to the second power plus the square root of x2-x1 raised to the second power," but that is really long and difficult to memorize. A much simpler way of doing it would be: Teacher asks, "What is the distance formula?" And all of the students could reply, in unison, "Jesus." Though they would first be treated like sacreligious imbaciles, after explaining their answer they could not be proved incorrect. They would then get the extra joy of being formally appologized to by the teacher.

This method could also make English class extremely easy.

Unfortunately, however, no adult in their right mind will embrace this method of thinking. What does this mean? We present it to the government.

Seriously though, I think that this is a revolutionary idea that could very well be embraced by our government, who are (it seems) actively trying to run our country into the ground. Allow me to clarify: I am not saying that Jesus has anything to do with the fact that our government is trying to destroy us. In fact, our government is only able to attempt to destroy us because of a LACK of Jesus. I am aware, however, that if we simply answered "Jesus" to everything, and never actually learned anything, we would probably be in even worse shape than we are now. For all I know, we might even elect a President without knowing anything about him, possibly even one with Socialist agendas.

Good thing the adults of America that vote did NOT grow up simply answering "Jesus" to everything and not learning what they were supposed to. Wait, did they?

Why don't you tell us about those rabbit's, George.

In my opinion, he deserves to keep them.

So, there is a story out about a man in Pensylvania that stole 100 copies of Modern Warfare 2 from a GameStop. How did he accomplish this? By telling the clerk that he had a friend outside with a gun, that was willing to shoot anyone that called the authorities. After stating this, he takes 100 copies of Modern Warfare 2, along with some other items, and leaves. He is still at large.

As Jim Sterling from Destructoid.com says, "I'm amazed at the man's audacity, and almost want to crown him a hero for such a bold move, especially since my cynicism tells me that there was no friend, and he lied about the whole gun thing. If he truly walked into a GameStop, pretended some mythical guy was outside with a gun, and walked away with as much Modern Warfare 2 as he could carry, then I say we should not even attempt to bring him to justice, for he has earned his crime."

I find myself agreeing with Jim here. This man was either an idiot, or a genius. Right now, seeing as he has not yet been caught, I am leaning more toward the genius side. But we shall see. I honestly do not think he will be caught. And even if he is, he will be forever remembered in the gaming world...

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Ideas

Hello. i have decided, in case you didn't know, that life is full of ideas. Most of them are bad. But there are some good ideas hidden within the waffle, and that is what I am referring to, as it is not humanly possible to list every bad idea in existence. There simply are too many. But on the other hand, there are also an infinite amount of GOOD ideas. Funny how I can talk that long about ideas without stating even one. Actually, that is half the point. I REFUSE TO TELL YOU THE GRAND IDEA I HAVE HAD. Because as long as you don't know, you can not expect it of me. And I like things better that way. Only one person has heard of my idea, and to you, person, I have only finished a little bit of it. Like, a ridiculously small bit. But I'm going to try and finish it because that would be amazing. I will send you, person, a copy of the first, um, section when I am finished with it.

On another note, I just found out that Garrison's bday is Sunday. HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY G!!!!!!!! I salute you, even though you are not about to rock.

Just kidding. He was lying. But I'm gunna post this anyway so that I don't have to say it later :P MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Lool. (Yes, I am aware that I just said "lool". I am also aware of a great many other things.)

Well, now it is time for me to go. Goodbye, short people (particularly Jesse Warbington, whom you should all make fun of for her shortness).

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Hello.

Hello. I is back. Yes, I know it is hard to believe, but I is. After many random and consecutive groundings over unimportant things, I live on to post again. Funny how life works... Actually, no it is not funny. I find myself extremely annoyed by the fact that life, in all of it's workings, is not funny. My dog is licking a desk. Stop it Abby... Anyway, life. I do not like a whole lot of it. I remember when I was little and I couldn't wait to be a teenager. Now I wish I was little again. Funny how that works...

Guess what. I'm sick. With what? No idea. Where did I get it? No idea. I blame Garrison. But that accusation is unfounded... But anyway, because of this mysterious and unnamed ailment that is currently haunting me, I had to miss my classes today. This is bad. Not to mention the facts that my head feels like it's gunna explode, I cannot--at present--breathe through my nose, and that the cake is a lie. That last part was irrelevant... Anyway, I am miserable. No one else is home, except my dog, Abby, and she is driving me insane. As if I don't go there often enough.

I need a new pillow. I slept for less than three hours last night. Part of this is due to sickness, part is due to my pillow being a rock with a 30-year-old Star Wars pillowcase on it.

Anyway, I think this is all I planned to say (and I didn't plan to say as much as I did). So, until next time, "May you live every day of your life."-Jonathan Swift.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Life, and things in it.

Hello. Life is insane. It's driving me mad. Not making me mad (although it's doing a good bit of that too), driving me mad. First of all (but not most of all), Abby (my dog) is being freakish. Ever since my dad left for Ukraine yesterday it's like she knows that no one can make her do anything. And it's making me fricking insane. UGH!!! Second, school is hard. I just don't like it. And knowing how important it is only makes it more annoying. Third, people are completely insane. No one can get along, there's always something wrong, people never listen to other people, and I'm tired of it. Adam and Eve had no idea how good they had it back in the Garden, and now they've gone and blown it for the rest of us.

I need to get that Rise Against CD from Chad... I need to get about half a billion CDs actually. I need a job. So bad. I never get paid anymore, even for the work that I used to get paid for. So I am literally without any source of income. Not that I ever get out of the house to spend it....... I'm just in a bad mood. >:( I like that emoticon. Chad taught me a new one today. <(") It is a penguin.

*GASP* Speaking of learning, I learned how to play the intro to "Flag in the Ground" by Sonata Arctica :D it sounds really cool, and is actually very simple. I'm working on learning more stuff by A Day To Remember. Their stuff is normally pretty simple, but it's still hard to learn 5 things at once.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

I Will Defy Gravity Yesterday.

Hello! I like this picture. It shows what I want to do. Well, sort of. I do want to skydive, but I would much rather skydive UP than down. I am a big anti-normality person (as you know if you spend time around me), and I think that would be the coolest thing. As my title (yes, it is that way on purpose) says, I will defy gravity yesterday. I just haven't figured out how yet. But never fear, if there is a will, there's a way. And I have the will. So the way better frickin exist...

Anyway, life is (still) insane. School is hard, annoying, incredibly important, and so far my grades are up. I have the best friends in the world. Yet despite all of this I still feel the need to get the frick out of here. I can't wait until college... Too bad I have to :(

Becca had a migraine thursday, and missed English class. Stinks for her. Chad bought New Found Glory's new CD, and apparently it is awesome. I tried to hang out with Will today, and failed magnificently. And Noah has a big head.

I will now end this pointless (yet informative) post by asking this:

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

UGH

Hello. I have no phone. Why? because my mom took it. Why? Ask her. I will not tell you. But the important part is that I have no phone. So do not text me or call me.

I like this song :D it's called Paid In Full by Sonata Arctica. You should already know that.

I was nowhere near ready when all it ended
So I hoped we could find a new day, cannot live without you

You gave me the chance, time and again in vain
Now my feelings for you
Every tear, every smile, paid in full
Wrecked the chain, but no longer can I take the pain

It's hard for me to love myself right now
I waited, hated, blamed it all on you

Needed to be strong, yet I was always too weak
So again only blamed myself for this state we are in
I will take what you have for me now, it's not too late

Did you change? I did too
Love can grow from the last grain

It's hard for me to love myself right now
I waited, hated, blamed it all on you

I need you less and less every day
Fix this moral decay
Yet I've grown to love you even more

My fault that you then turned another cheek
You mouth the words, you're not ready to speak
You're scared of me, although I never had a clue
That I'd become so much stronger than you

I will take what you have for me now if it's not too late
If you like I will leave, I will not miss the last train again

It's hard for me to love myself right now
I waited, hated, blamed it all on you
It's hard for me to love your face right now
I'm waiting, hating, needing, being me

I need you less and less
And every day leads us farther away
From that moment

It's hard for me to hate myself right now
Finally I'm understanding me
One day we may have whole new me's and you's
But first I need to learn to love me too

Anyway, that's all I have to say today. Besides the fact that homework is of the devil.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Adelphia

Hello! It's me. But you already knew that. Anyways, hello again. The other day I found a $15 iTunes gift card, and i was really happy about it. It was pink with a chick dancing on it... Anyways, yeah so I found the gift card. And with it (yesterday) I bought A Skylit Drive's new album Adelphia, which happens to be AMAZING :D I'm a huge fan of ASD. Yes, I know the album cover is weird (and kind of creepy), but their music is not at all reflected by it. They aren't dark or creepy or emo or anything like that. They're just awesome. You probably wouldn't like it, but I do. Anyway, I also bought a few Sonic Syndicate and Sonata Arctica songs, all of which which are also fantastic. I need like 300 dollars to spontaniously appear in my wallet so I can go to Coconuts and spend it all in like 5 minutes. It would literally only take me that long (and that's because I'd have to find all of them). I like music alot. I'm really excited about Sonic Syndicate's new album (whenever it comes out), and I want them to release their new single on iTunes. But they haven't yet >:O sad.

OH, and I really need you to pray for Mary Jackson (whether you know her or not) because she's been having medical problems for a long time, and today she fainted (again) and they didn't find her for a few hours. The E.R. can't do anything to help her, so really God is the only One that can do anything for her now. So please pray that He will.

Homework should be outlawed.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

HOOBASTANK, Togas, and Short People...

Hello. I have no idea what that word means. Hoobastank. I just heard it somewhere and thought it sounded funny, so there you go. Also, Jesse Warbington is not over 5 feet tall. No, you shall get no further explanation for that comment. Anyway, I'm really tired. Becca and Jack had a school project that they "needed help with", so I decided to help. "Help" meant wearing a toga, lying in the fetal position in mud while it's raining, and sucking your thumb while pretending to be a baby. Now you understand the lengths to which I will do things for my friends. It's actually probably just me being stupid, but heck who knows. Actually, you probably do. I'm probably the only one that doesn't. But until I know, none of that counts. Ha.

On another note (I seem to love saying that) high school is frustrating, annoying, and hard. Especially the part where they want you to "work." That's the hardest part. I'm not gunna tell you what the next hardest part is, because I haven't figured it out yet.

On another, more amazing note, I have decided that FTW not only means "For the win", but also "For the waffle." Why? That is a secret. You'll have to ask me in person for it to make sense. XD

So why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Hello. I'm posting again. The second time in...two days. I bet you never saw THAT coming! O.O What now. I just made a Chad face at you. And that...is all I have time to say right now. :P I bring you joy by my sporadic blog posts. It's ok. I know I'm weird.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Stuff Happens. Get used to it.

Ahhh hello. it's been a while. Too long, actually. Much too long. But I haven't had time to post in a while so you will just have to get over it and be content. Anyway, I love weekends. This weekend especially. I got to play golf (for the first time in for everrr) with Garrison and then spent the night at his house, then see him and Chad for most of yesterday (Sunday). And we are the Triplet Buttons (and we have that copywritten. So, ha). We were gunna be the three amigos but that's so unoriginal that we fell asleep. So--through an extremely long and intense choosing process--we decided on the Triplet Buttons. And we dig it.

On another note, friendships are so complicated. It seems like everytime you think you're settled down and everything will be ok, something happens that lights the world ablaze (woah I am so making that into a lyric). Anyways... It's crazy. People are so fickle (that is a real word, look it up) and it makes life so confusing and difficult. I just wish everyone could get along. But they can't. It hasn't happened since Adam and Eve, and it'll never happen again. But that knowledge makes it no less frustrating; actually it makes things more annoying because I know that nothing I can ever do can make things change. It's supposed to be this way though, and it's probably better that it is, because if things were different we wouldn't need to strengthen our faith. Challenges are what draw us closer to Him, and if you know me very well you know that I've had my fair share of those. We all have.

On another other note, I can't wait to go to college.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

I Am........As Happy As That Picture To My Left.

Wait. There is no picture to my left....Stupid Photobucket. Anyway....

Hello! It's been a while since I've added on to my one way conversation with myself, and seeing as I have way too much time right now, here I am. Don't everyone start crying, that'll be awkward. Woah... What if everyone in the world just started crying at exactly the same time for no reason whatsoever? I think this should be tested... You know, we could probably get some government funding to run a project to see what would happen...Anyone wanna give it a shot? Get back to me...

On another note, I like that phrase. But it is kinda confusing because I didn't know I was on a note to start with. ANYWAYS, I really want a Mitchell Davis t-shirt. Preferably one that says "Bamf". So if anyone is in the mood to spend like 20 bucks on someone else, now you know what to get me :) not that you will. No one's ever in the mood to spend 20 bucks on someone else in September...Thats a Christmas-only type thing. Woah my cousin just "grew a Wolverine claw"...awkward... I like Miyavi. You probably don't (unless your name is Becca), but I do. So now you have something interesting to think about for the next thirty seconds-the llama song.

Oh and I've been wondering about those rabbits that I keep mentioning at the end of every post. Who is George and what the the heck does he have to do with rabbits? Did something happen to the rabbits? Are they dead? And if not, WHY EVEN BRING IT UP? Well that one, I can answer-if not all the others. Buuuuuuut............. I won't. Oh you know you love me. And with that confusing and probably awkward statement, I will end this post. Until next time...I'll try to find out about the rabbits. WAIT THE RABBIT IS FIRETOADOFDOOM. OH, I so figured it out...Go me...Ok sorry. Now I'm done. Bye.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

"Hello, my name is Wile E. Coyote, Genius."

I am frustrated. Why? Because I can't find any pictures that work on this stupid thing. Ugh.

Hi. Today was weird. Actually, today was pretty lame. I did not like today. Today I wrote an essay, and did a ton of geometry homework-which I did not understand because I missed class (I was sick-see last post). So I had to do three pages of that, which is not fun. Oh and I'm in a bad mood, which is probably because of all the crap I did today, but knowing that makes it no less bad. Actually, knowing it just makes me kind of annoyed.

Ok so I'm gunna tell you a story that I meant to tell you yesterday, but forgot. Sorry. Not really. Oh, you don't forgive me? Well now you have to forgive me. Welcome to Communism, my friend. Anyway..... So the other night a woke up some time in the early morning because I had to pee. So i got up and went to the bathroom, and when I came back i realized that my room was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. So I'm walking along, trying to find my bed and guess what I did (your guess is wrong. HA.). I ran into some drawers on the side of my bed, at a considerable speed. In other words, I ran into a big wooden thing and still have the mark above my right eye. And in case you were wondering, YES, IT HURT. BADLY. So the lesson of the day is that you should never wake up and have to pee. Oh wait, you can't help that can you. So I guess the lesson of the day is, run into big wooden things and then tell me about it so I can laugh at you. Sounds much better. :)

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

I AM SICK. (not like that, you perv) XD

I couldn't find a picture for this because my dumb internet blocker blocks photobucket...annoying...

Ok. So today I woke up and my head hurt. Pretty bad. I am old enough to know that when you wake up and your head is hurting, it is not at all a good thing. When you wake up the only thing going on in your head should be "What the heck. Why am I awake."-- a question that is normally answered within seconds of waking up. That is not the case for me today though... I woke up and my head hurt. And my stomach hurt. I thought that was because I was hungry...so I went and ate some awesome cereal. But both my head and stomach still hurt. So I figured, "It's probably just a headache/stomachache, it'll go away later." You know one thing you should never ever ever ever ever do? Assume that the pain will go away later. It won't. You'll just feel stupid because you're waiting for the pain to go away and it won't. How can I describe this so well? Because I, believe it or not (but you probably do), did it. And now it is almost half past 5 PM and my head and stomach still hurt. I took a nap and it got better, but it still hurts. :( sadness. I hate being sick...and what's weird is that I almost never get sick. Until now. Now I am sick. So sick, in fact, that I had to miss math class today, which leaves me effectively screwed in that subject. Great.

On another, weirder note, i just learned that it sounds really really weird when your mom says the word "barf." I don't know why, it just does. There you go. I also learned that my little sister Lily, who's stomach is roughly the size of a quarter, can eat a large brownie square and scoop of ice cream-even though she "wasn't hungry enough" to finish her food. How is this possible? Magic. Just kidding... But the truth is (and you will be astonished to hear that) I don't really know how on earth it's possible. It just apparently is. So, back to my original guess. Magic...

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

Rebelution

So...I'm back. I wish I could say I'm back in black, but seeing as I'm not wearing any black right now, that would be dishonest. Anyways...

Today I went to a conference called Rebelution. It was hosted by the guys who wrote the book Do Hard Things, and WOW. This conference was amazing. I haven't finished the book yet so I'll hold off on that review, but I will tell you about the conference (already doing that. moving on...). So these two twin brothers, Alex and Brett Harris. They're both 19 years old, and they have an incredible story. Go get their book. Their main message is that teenagers today are basically wasting our lives. Except it doesn't sound that horrible when they say it...and they can actually back it up...but anyway, they talk about how the expectations of teenagers are incredibly low in our society, and how we're supposed to (as God's children) do much more than is expected of us today.

They told stories of teenagers doing incredible things, just because they were obedient to God and were willing to do hard things without fear of failure. My favorite of the stories was about a boy named David Glasgow, who at age 9 started working on a ship. He learned everything he could about working on the ship, and when he was 12 he saw his first battle (during the war of 1812). After a successful battle, David was asked to sail the ship-full of British prisoners, including their captain-all the way back to America. And he did it. He was 12. And he grew up to become the American Navy's first Admiral. But it was all because he wasn't afraid of people having high expectations of him. Amazing conference anyway... Go to www.therebelution.com to see what they're all about. WELL? What are you still doing here? GO DANGIT.

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George...

HA! This is not about you. Is it?

Konichiwa.

I like that picture. "It makes my brain smile." Lol not really I just thought it was like really awesome. Anyway...

Today I decided to make a blog. Why? Because I have too much time. Kidding. I don't have enough time. But, too much time or not, I am making one anyway. And this is it. I feel so special :D just kidding. You're special! No, wait. That's a lie. You're not special. And do you know why? Because this, my not special friend, is communism. Just kidding, this is America. But unfortunately we are heading in that direction... Why am I having an argument with myself? Because of Philangies. Oh and I thought I would mention (because of the imminent threat on my life if I do not) that Becca says hi to you. Unless you are Becca, saying hi to yourself-which would be weird o.O I call that "the Chad face" because he does it all the freaking time. But Chad is so freaking awesome that it doesn't matter that he does it all the time. Plus, he's got me doing it too...

Why don't you tell us about those rabbits, George?