The Middle Seats

What can I say about them that hasn't been stated by Connor?  They are amazing.  You have so much room to set your stuff, you never have to worry about knocking over the stuff siting under you chair.  In addition, I love giving Connor support. He just looked so lonely.  In other news, the Buffalo Bills aren't as great as they used to be.  I respect Connor's love for the team, but I can't respect a team who is supposedly "amazing", and they haven't been to a Super Bowl since (1994?).  In summary, the middle seats rock.

TBi !

That's right, the bed intruders!  That's our intramural team name.  We are absolutely terrible, but I definitely think everyone's gonna cheer for us.  In fact, our name is so awesome they'll bring us back for the finals even though we'll lose the first round.  I know this most likely won't count as a post, but I had to put it out there.  My name is going to be "Over" and my number is going to be "9000".  I'll give you brownie points if you can figure out what that means.

Writer's Block.... Again

This time, it was with the timed essay.  I guess I did "jinx" myself after all, because midway through my ideas just stopped.  It was terrible.  Just like they are now.  It's Early Release Friday, and my mind is wandering.  There is no way I can be expected to focus on my school work.  In fact, most of the day I've just been watching funny youtube videos of cats with slippers on trying to walk on wood.  That's about it, and because of that I'm at a loss for words. 

The Essay

I'm prepared.  Simple as that.  I have my outline ready to go, I have my quotes typed up, I'm set.  Nothing's going to stop me now.  Except maybe writer's block.  That might do it.  Actually, that's what's going to do it.  I just have a feeling.  I know I'm "jinxing" myself right now, but it's the truth.  Anyway, this is going to be a really short blog post because I need to be mentally rested for the essay. 

I lied.

Gingers have souls now.  I am absolutely for sure.  But you know who doesn't?  One of my former friends is a terrible person.  He decided to play “If you laugh, you lose.”  The video he chose to watch during this game was, well, I don’t even feel right naming it here.  He laughed hysterically.  Honestly, the video might as well be called “Laugh if you don’t have a soul.”  Ya, that pretty much sums it up.  The proof is that Hunter Abel watched it and didn’t laugh.  If it’s bad enough for Hunter to not laugh, you know it’s terrible.  My former friend pretty much has a ticket straight to a really hot place.  The guy sitting three to the right of me also has no soul.  So, as it stands, Hunter Abel, Jacob Fischer, Tyler Calhoun, and I have souls. 

Veteran's Day

So, I'm not going to totally follow your prompt.  Don't get me wrong, I am really thankful for everything veterans have done for this country, and everything they've went through regardless of the way they were involved in.  Most people have no idea, but my dad is actually a veteran of the Vietnam War (Ya, I know, he's old.  He is actually 65.)  He never talks about it though.  I try to never mention it to him for a lot of reasons.  For one, I have no idea what he went through there.  I don't know if he was shot, or anything really.  For some reason though, he never wants to mention it.  He refuses to come to any Veteran's Day ceremony, he has no old army friends, and he won't watch a war show at all on TV.  My mom also has no idea what really happened.  It's just that nobody seems to mention it.  For that reason, I truly respect veterans but I can't bring myself to ask them about their experiences in the war.  It seems like everyone says that it honors them greatly, but what happens if it brings back the nightmare of war?  I don't pretend to know what it's like, but I've seen the effects of it on various people and it is fairly obvious that it's worse than anything I've ever had to endure.  Because of all this, I just don't like to talk about war-related stuff.  Also, I could never be in the army.  I'd love to serve my country and everything, but I just couldn't.  For one, if I had a family back home, how could I ever just leave them?  Not leave in the sense of going away for months, but leaving my wife without a husband and my children without a father?  Plus, do many people really think about the view points of the "enemy"?  I don't wanna start any kind of debate, and I'm not saying that the U.S. has fought any pointless wars, but I just can't know who's right and wrong so I'd rather stay out of it.  If they invade the U.S., I'll gladly defend myself.  But I'll never go to them.  Every time you shoot a person, you're probably destroying a family.  I couldn't live with myself after knowing that.  Once again, I greatly respect veterans.  They're the only reason this country's still around.  I guess I'm divided on the issue.

Time to Nerd Out!

I can't resist, I'm just way too excited about a new video game.  In fact, if you know me, please do me the favor of not reading the rest of this.  Black Ops is gonna be tight.  I normally don't get excited about video games and don't really talk about them, but I can't wait to get this one.  It's actually waiting at my house for me when I get home.  There are a lot of reasons why it's going to be awesome, but mainly it's because it's not Modern Warfare 2.  That game was possibly the worst game of all time.  Black Ops is definitely gonna make up for everything I had to put up with in Modern Warfare 2.  Although, if it gets hacked within the next month, I'm going to take it back to the store and demand my money back.  I just won't stand for it.  I might as well be honest with you, Mrs. Matthews.  If you give me any homework, there is not a chance in the world it's going to be done by the time I arrive in your class.  I'm sorry, but that is the honest truth.

You are so dumb, You are really dumb, Forreal.

I remembered saying in my other blog post that I was going to write in a slightly more serious tone for this month, but due to lack of very serious events in my life, I believe that is now going to be impossible.  Especially since I saw that Connor tried to post about how many famous redheads there are.  Given how redheads have become an endangered species, I am surprised he composed such a long list.  However, the list has become invalid due to his including of Ronald McDonald.  He is a clown and obviously wears a wig.  There is no way a person as amazing as Ronald McDonald could have red hair.  Sadly, I am also part-ginger.  I have a small amount of red in my hair, and I'm feeling pretty worthless right about now.  Of course, I would never have known that I had red in my hair if it weren't for the people around me.  I'm partially color-blind.  I love having class discussions about Connor's red hair.  I'm just saying.  And I have no idea why my title is what it is, except for the fact that the music video is hilarious.

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I think all of my posts are going to have no title unless I come up with a very inspiring title, which is never the case it seems.  I am going to make one change this month.  Well, I'm at least going to try to make a change.  All of my posts so far have been light-hearted (or all that I can remember), and I would like this month to be a little more serious.  So for today, I just want to put something out there.  I'm dating a girl, which is nothing special.  However, it's just that people are, for lack of a better phrase, "getting all up in my business." I currently have quite a few people mad at me for being with her because they don't think we're good together.  I respect their opinion and all.  Actually, I've asked for advice from these people quite a few times.  The problem comes in when I don't accept their advice and use it.  To me, I ask multiple people and see which give the most reasonable advice.  It's not whether I ask and don't care about their opinions, I just don't think their decision was the best decision.  The worst part is not that they are just mad at me, but one or two have also told me point-blank that they wouldn't be my friend if I stayed with her.  I think that's completely ridiculous.  I didn't mean to make them mad, but I think it's my choice whether she makes me happy or not.  To be perfectly honest, our relationship hasn't been the smoothest, it's been quite the bumpy road.  Sometimes it was hard to see the good points, but that's because I focus on the bad too much at times (namely when it's happening).  But once I just have time to think, I can think straight.  Anyway, I just needed to get that out there.

Ideas to write on are very hard to come by, but do you know what's even harder to come by?  Good titles, that's what.  Some of my titles have been decent, but most have been bombs.  They are just absolutely terrible, and I can't seem to be witty enough to create better ones.  This whole post was actually going to be about how I love to eat and how everyone criticizes me for it *ahem* Coco Honey *ahem*.  But of course, I couldn't think of a title.  And how are you supposed to get someone to read your blog without catchy titles?  'Cause that's where the magic is.  I might as well document what's happening in the room for the rest of the post.  Connor is stroking his non-existent beard with one finger.  Gray is dancing to music while typing and laughing at Hunter.  Most people aren't blogging.  Haley has a nice deer keyring on her laptop.  Mrs. Matthews just dropped something.  Yes, I really am this bored.  And with all of these keystrokes, it probably seems to you that I'm doing something productive.  That is not the case at all.

Writer's Block

Well, I've used all of my ideas that would provide a lengthy blog post.  Although those ideas were few and far between, it just feels like I've nothing to say.  A follow up to my follow up, the sugar daddy has finally left my mouth.  Looking back, that was sheer torture.  There are no words to describe the pain and frustration.  I think it equates to Chinese Water Torture.  Yep, that's a great way to describe it.  Actually, the light bulb is flickering in my head.  Blood donors are great people, and I'm really excited to become one.  As long as they don't have the same nurse as they did at my orthodontist's office.  That lady sat there, stabbing my arm for a good five minutes. She saw the vein, I saw the vein, everyone saw the vein.  Sadly, she didn't have the hand-eye coordination to stick a needle into it.  That sucked.  My arm was sore for days after that.  So as long as that incident doesn't happen again, I'm pretty sure I'll be completely fine with giving blood.  Plus I get cookies :)  As many people at my lunch table know, I'm quite the fatty.  I absolutely love to eat, but that's a post in itself.

Follow Up

I'm about to go insane.  This sugar daddy is still stuck to my teeth.  The timestamps on this blog post and the last may not seem too different, but I spent a good deal of time writing the other one since I could only use one hand.  The other hand was busy trying to pry the sugary, caramel goodness off of my teeth.  It hasn't helped one bit.  I've eaten these before, and I know Mrs. Matthews warned me, but they need to have an actual warning label on the wrappers.  Oh well with hazardous waste signs on trucks, put one of those on all of the trucks carrying these things.  By the time I have written this much, it has mostly dissolved off of my teeth but I can still feel it there!  There's quite a few comparisons I've thought of that suit this kind of torture, but I feel as though I'd go to, well, you know where if I were to say (or type) them.  That's what this is like.

Ghosts (But Not Really)

Since it's Halloween time and all, I thought I would follow the prompt again and write about ghosts. Until however, that dang sugar daddy sucker got stuck to my teeth.  I mean, I feel like a dog with peanut butter stuck to its mouth.  I can't get it off for anything and it's killing me!  I'll never give peanut butter to a dog again if I get this stuff off, I promise.  I could ramble on about how terrible this is for hours, but I'll spare you that misery.  Actually, uggggggghhhhhh!!!!  How can something that tastes so good do this to me???  Okay, now I'm done.  Anyway, ghosts.  Most of the stories just suck.  The creepiest thing I've ever done regarding ghosts was travel to the graveyard in the forest of Ben Hawes (State?) Park.  They have a few tombstones labeled with the person's name and how they were accused of being a witch and then hanged.  Speaking of being hanged, I would rather have that done to me than have this stupid sugar daddy still stuck to my teeth.  It's been fifteen minutes now, and still stuck like it's freaking rubber cement.  In fact, that should have been the punishment for all the people accused of being witches instead of hanging, drowning, burning, etc.  This is far worse than all of those.

Scariest Movie

I believe that this is the first time I've actually followed one of the prompts.  Normally, I don't feel like I could write very much with any of them, but this might be somewhat different.  The last movie I saw that scared me was a movie I watched when I was three, and that's the truth.  For some reason, they all seem to be just movies.  The reason the one I watched when I was three scared me was because, well, I was three.  The part that I remember was people being on a submarine for some reason, I know they were not military.  Suddenly, robots appear and take over the submarine, killing everyone.  However, it's not enough to just kill them, but they dissect their bodies afterwards.  The movie showed fairly realistic brains for the time, and most of the lights were off when people were killed.  These two were terrifying because I was a little squeamish from blood and still a little scared of the dark.  That movie still seems scary to this day, although it probably would not be if I watched it again.  It's too bad that I don't have any idea what the name of the movie was.  My sister had rented it for Halloween.

Don't Worry 'Bout It

You know, sometimes, Justin Estes can be a real meanie-head.  All he does is make fun of people and tell Coco Honey that he has no soul.  Just kidding, he's nice.  However, I love telling him "Don't worry 'bout it." because it makes him really mad that he can't know.  Another great thing to do is mess with his computer.  Actually, it's even more fun to mess with Coco Honey's computer.  Every time he gets up to do anything and leaves his computer open and logged-in, I am simply too tempted to mess with him.  What I normally do is hold the windows key and the f key together, which brings up quite a few search boxes.  Then, I also rotate his screen in a clockwise pattern so that he cannot use the mouse to close the search windows.  Because of all of this, his computer slows down and I've been able to disable his computer for an entire hour before.  It was genuinely hilarious.  Of course, when he asks what I'm doing, I answer with "Don't worry 'bout it."

Sweet Relief

This is my third post within 10 or so minutes, which means that I have my English assignment done.  I don't know of much to write about, so it seems as though I'm going to ramble on for a minute or two.  We have a one hour meeting for all athletes, which is completely pointless.  It's mainly for the people who are new to the school or never competed in athletics before, and I am at a loss as to why we must attend this meeting.  It just seems like a waste of time.  Toga day was also really awesome yesterday.  That is all.  I am relieved.

No Homo

It just doesn't work all the time.  If you don't know what it means, you probably shouldn't.  Especially since it came from a Lil' Wayne rap song.  I mean if Justin Estes listens to the music, it's pretty bad.  The only decent song Lil' Wayne has is "A Milli", and that's simply because it has an amazing bass line.  If you don't know, I love a song with a good bass line to play in my car.  Soon enough, I'll be getting a sub-woofer (or two) and I'm very excited for it.  Trust me, I'm not one of the jerks who play the subs while driving down the street at night.  I'm annoyed by them too, I hate being woken up by that.  Any time I pass houses or neighborhoods, I always turn them down.  But on country roads, anything is fair game.

The Greatest Thing I Have Done to Connor

Well, it's fairly mean.  I pressed the control, alt, and arrow keys on his laptop keyboard so that the screen rotated for a seemingly infinite time.  Actually, it did last a full hour, counting the time that he shut it due to frustration.  It was very funny.  I'm fairly surprised he doesn't hate me at the moment, he's taking it in a pretty good stride.  Also, I now have three blogs to compose in two days.  It's going to be interesting thinking of a topic to write on.  Two more to go.

Time Crunches

Turns out, I only have four blogs so far for this month.  This will be my fifth.  I believed that I had seven for this month, so I feel fairly constricted now.  I wasn't going to write on a particular topic because I didn't know what to write about, but I need to write any chance I get now.  So here's to doing a post every day for the rest of this week.  Also, speaking of being time crunched, homework isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it can still suck.  Teachers definitely plan to dump the homework all at once, and it is totally ridiculous.  Obviously, I have a lot of homework to do in very little time.

Plagiarism

Kevin Durant is a 21 year old superstar in the NBA.  Just last year he became the youngest ever NBA scoring leader while averaged 30.1 ppg.  When he was just a young lad as a rookie in the NBA he averaged 20.3 ppg, thats pretty good for a rookie.  Kobe Bryant only averaged a miniscule 7.6 ppg when he was a rookie and look what he is now.  You may say thats Kobe though, he is terrible, Dwayne Wade only averaged 16.2 ppg as a rookie and he has now risen to become a NBA champion.  I'll bet the Trail Blazers feel dumb after drafting Greg Oden ahead of Kevin Durant.  That poor coach he probally cries himself to sleep every night since then thinking about what he could have had.




That was easy.  I thought this was a perfect beginning to share a few comments on plagiarism.  Actually, I lied.  I just thought it would be funny to steal someone else's entire blog and I thought I'd have to have some type of original writing to go along with it.  Anyway, plagiarism is a greatly misunderstood idea.  Most people believe that if they simply switch words around that the work becomes their own.  However, it's more than words, it's the flow of ideas.  Sadly, that's all I get to write today because the spare laptop I was given has a new keyboard yet a broken space bar and it is very difficult to type on.

A Salute to Connor's Blog

Coco Honey, what a great man with great blog posts. Especially "Tyler's Man Crush."  That post is so brilliant, that I thought it needed a special acknowledgement.  Here we go.  I personally agree with Coco Honey's sentiments about Tyler's abnormally large man crush on Steve Nash.  Tyler is normally a fairly quiet person.  However, the second basketball is brought into the conversation, Tyler brings in Steve Nash.  It is absolutely ridiculous.  I think he would be the type of person that would have a life size cutout in his room.  He wouldn't have it just to look at it, he would try to talk to it in hopes that it would talk back because he knows he'll never have a chance to meet Steve Nash.  That's the kind of crazy he is.

Drivers

They are unbelievably stupid.  I know we talked about this in class today, but they are truly stupid.  Unbelievably is an amazing word to use because as you are driving, you can imagine what a person will do based on their driving attitude and actions.  However, they always seem to amaze you.  I believe we've all had people run red lights and stop signs, almost crashing into us.  But sometimes, they just do some crazy stuff.  For example, me and my family were driving a while ago and we saw a car reversing down the street.  It's not like they were just doing it for a short distance.  They were really driving in reverse, the whole way.  Actually, they were doing 35 mph on the road (which is the speed limit), using turning signals, and everything.  It was insane.  Those are the sort of things that make you lose faith in humanity.

Things Have Become Slightly Less Ridiculous

Well, I just decided to go into Red Lobster and ask them, because I was tired of not being called back.  Actually, not being called back is one of my biggest pet peeves.  Anyways, I explained to the manager what my problem was and he pretty much just said "Oh... umm... just work anyway and you can have your training after you work."  Then again, that's what I was expecting so it's not that big of a deal, I'm just glad that I know for sure that I'm either working or not.  Also, the first race of the Cross Country season is tomorrow and I'm not all that excited.  I mean, the team is going to do good, but the heat and humidity make it so hard for me to breathe that I'm worried that I'll do bad.  I'm still hoping that I'll do fairly good and help the JV team to win.  I also work every day of the weekend, so it's going to be a busy one.

Sheer Ridiculousness

Sometimes, people forget to do simple things.  It's a fact of life, and is totally acceptable.  However, sometimes it gets to the point of ridiculousness.  This is the case for me.  If you read the other post I have written, you would know that I now work at Red Lobster.  That was a half-lie.  I am employed, but I haven't worked yet.  First off, I had two different interviews and was hired.  Everything was fine.  However, after they told me I was hired, they told me I had orientation about two days from then and never mentioned the time that I needed to be there.  I asked what the specific time was, and they simply said "afternoon".  What is that supposed to mean?  Well, I just got there at four o'clock because that seemed like a reasonable time.  Somehow, that was late.  Thanks for telling me.  At the end of orientation, they told me that they would call me soon and tell me when training was.  They also told me that I start work the week of the 23rd.  Well, they never called.  My friend Shaun works there, and told me that he would be training me on that Thursday coming up.  Because of that, I decided to call and ask if that was true.  I called twice, left a message, and they never got back to me.  Shaun's mom, who also works there, then called for me a few days later.  They said they would call me, which never happened.  Also according to Shaun, I'm on the schedule for Friday.  That's the busiest day of the week, and two days from now.  I haven't been trained, and they haven't called me to tell me.  So yeah, it has become ridiculous.

People and Computers

Even today, some people cannot seem to wrap their head around the concept of the computer.  No matter how often a particular piece of software is explained to them, they will ask for help from somebody which they consider "computer literate".  Now, I admit, that not everyone can be computer geniuses.  I have nothing against anyone for taking longer to learn something than another person.  However, it just really bugs me when people refuse to learn such simple concepts that would make their life so much easier.  This is especially true when the entire world is becoming more dependent on computers of every type, whether it be traditional desktops, laptops, smartphones, or any other type of computer for that matter.  That, of course, brings me to another point.  I help to tutor quite a few of my friends, and it just KILLS me when they want the "A" in a class, but refuse to learn the material so that they can earn the "A".  Learning should honestly be, well, fun.  Not in the traditional sense of fun like you would have when you play sports, but it should be interesting.  For me, knowledge always seems to be a good thing.  Sometimes, I wish that people would put more effort into the activities they do.

Ode to Connor

Connor Hundley, my dear friend, you are such a jerk.  Not only did you feel the need to "one-up" me on our Prezi projects, but you also changed the URL of your page to "betterthanmatt".  That was not a very nice move.  In all seriousness though, this post won't really be about Connor.  It's really about the first week of school and the amount of "hecticness" that occurs during this short, three-day period.  Honestly, if a person were to only focus on school, everything would go perfectly smoothly.  Sadly, this is not the case for the average high school student.  For example, I have school, but also I participate on the Cross Country team and work at Red Lobster.  The first day of school, the team had practice at 5:45 a.m., meaning that I had to wake up much earlier.  That is definitely not the way to start out on an otherwise terrible day. The second day was the hardest, though, because I had orientation for my job.  There was so much to remember!  It was completely ridiculous.  To be honest, I have no idea what to talk about on my first blog post.  It seems like I've been rambling on for a quite a while, so I believe this concludes my first post.