Mrs. Jarboe's Surprise

It's going to be amazing






and super creepy

The Lack of Hunter's Move Making Bugs Me

He has this really funny, really cool girl and he won't make a move. He has her wrapped around his finger.  It's just ridiculous.  Everyone's cheering him on and we really don't think she'd say no.  They've known each other forever and he's always had a crush on her.  I just can't understand why he won't make the move.  And this is definitely not why I think he should make a move, but she is attractive.  Very attractive.  He should absolutely go for it.  I repeat, go for it Hunter.  Plus, he's left handed.  He's got this.

Chi Chi Girl

That's the nickname of the girl that I'm talking to.  I didn't make it up, it was all Connor's doing.  To explain what the name means, you first have to know that "chi chis" is a Spanish slang term for "boobies."  I imagine that you've figured out why he likes to call her "Chi Chi Girl."  He's determined to tell her of her nickname, and I'm definitely saying no.  I don't want her to think that I'm talking to her because, well, you know.  I'm talking to her because she's a great girl.  Of course, if he tells her of the nickname, he's gonna suffer some consequences that involve mom jokes.  Mom jokes that are made directly to his mother.  Inappropriate ones.  This is your last warning, Connor.

Titanic II

Worst. Movie. Ever. I decided to watch it last night because I was so bored and because, well, it's comical how bad it was.  The special effects were some of the worst I've ever seen, especially for a recent movie.  Some of the actors were decent, but most were absolutely horrid.  Especially the scenes where people died.  And of course, at the end, the man gave the diving suit to the girl so that she would have the warmth to live (sound familiar?) but he would die.  That is so cliche.  In the end though, it was pretty funny how bad it was.  Not to sound cliche myself, but it was like a train wreck that I couldn't take my eyes off of.  My favorite part by far was the 843 mile per hour tsunami.  Actually, that was the slow one.  There was a second that was much faster.  That's just ridiculous.  That makes my favorite part how a glacier was in the tsunami and that's what hit the ship to sink it. 

Connor's My Protector

People shouldn't make fun of Connor for standing up in class.  When he's standing up, I feel like he's watching over the class and making sure that nothing happens.  I feel safe when he's up.  Plus, I just don't understand why people hate that he stands up.  And, Schwartz says some raunchy things.  Back to the topic, nothing can hurt me when Connor's watching over the class. 

Senioritis

It should be named "end-of-the-year-itis."  Ya, that sounds like an appropriate name.  I'm definitely feeling it right now.  The only thing I can concentrate on is getting out of school, both for the day and for the summer.  It's gonna be so amazing to not have to wake up early and go to school.  No offense, but school is generally horrible.  I feel like most of the stuff I'm learning is outdated already and I'm tired of people ruining the learning for everyone else.  But I'm most excited for prom.  I just wish I could have a cool car to drive like Justin does.  He already took a Cadillac and now has the choice of pretty much any GM car he wants for his second prom.  That is freaking awesome.  I'm just driving a 2010 Equinox, which is a nice car.  But not nice enough for me.

Fukushima and Chernobyl

I'm sorry people, but Fukushima is NOT as bad as Chernobyl.  Everybody bases their opinions solely on that INES rating of 7.  First of all, Fukushima has only released 10% of the radioactive isotopes into the air that Chernobyl did.  The only reason it got the same rating was because of the total amount released and the amount of time required to clean it up.  Almost all of the radiation released from Fukushima went straight into the ocean. Yes, that's really bad, but not nearly as bad as being released to the air.  Since it was released into a freaking enormous body of water, it will be diluted to background levels in a relatively short period of time, and the only location in the water where they would have to worry about would be very near the leak.  Before any of the two people reading this blog think I'm being insensitive to Japan, please don't.  What happened there is a series of some of the worst accidents we've seen to date.  The reactors play a huge role in that and are causing massive amounts of damage.  All I wanted to accomplish with this blog post is to tell all of the misinformed people that Fukushima != Chernobyl.

Blogging

Yes, I'm going to write (another?) post on blogging, and mostly how pointless it can become.  I'm not just saying this because I'm not too fond of writing these.  Mostly, it's my boredom after reading other people's blogs.  Here's the deal.  If you come to me with problems, I'll be glad to talk and mostly listen to what you have to say.  Other than that odd feeling to tell everyone about your problems, blogging's not going to help solve them.  Sorry, but that's the way it is.  You're just putting it out there for people to read, which then causes them to think that your life is depressing.  That's not what you want, is it?  I hope not.  The opposite is true for Facebook.  It's just a place for you to post about how great your life is.  Which then leads to everyone thinking that they have the worst life.  Once again, pointless.  Now for admitting that sometimes people say insightful things while blogging.  Actually, "sometimes" isn't the best adjective.  The best adjective to use would be "rarely."  Those special times that people say something truly insightful, I will bet you that same thing would have come up in conversation if you just talked to them.  Plus, no one has ever put an insightful statement on Facebook.  Period.  Heck, this blog is about as pointless as they come and I feel free to admit it.  I've tried once to twice to make my blog serious, but there just aren't enough good ideas in the world to write about when you write every time you have class.  I feel like I need to be inspired when I create art, and writing can fall into the category of art at times.  Of course, I would have an idea for a real, inspired blog at the moment I'm complaining of never having one.  Maybe I'll write two blogs today.  However, my point still stands.  Blogging is generally pointless.

Wisdom Teeth

Yep, I got mine cut out over the break.  Tuesday, specifically.  It wasn't bad.  I might as well tell the story from the start.  I went into the room where they had the oddly comfortable chair.  The nurses cordially greeted me and sat me down in the chair where they began to hook up the monitoring equipment.  Then they began the anesthesia which was administered through the needle.  This was sort of dumb.  They stuck the needle in, and told me that it wasn't in correctly.  So instead of taking the needle out and reinserting it, they flicked my vein.  About twenty times.  I'm not a nurse, but that just seems dumb.  They finally decided to take it out and reinsert it. They also didn't give me enough, evidenced by the fact that I woke up during surgery.  Not only did I wake up, I felt them break my tooth.  I felt it.  The next day is pretty typical.  I went home, put more gauze in, took a Loritab, etc.  The next day I decided to not take any pain medication and go out with my friends.  I was totally fine.  It took me until 11 o'clock at night to crash and take an Advil.  Overall, that was the worst of it.  Getting your wisdom teeth cut out isn't that bad.  Actually, I enjoyed it.  I had these enormous chipmunk cheeks on my skinny body.  That was amazing.  I went to church with them and they helped to spark a conversation with my future prom date.  To be honest, I sort of wish my cheeks stayed like that.  It was a good look for me.

Confusion

A person's teenage years are always a time of enormous confusion.  Most attempt to attribute this fact to teenager hormones, but I really don't think that's the whole reason.  Really, this is just a time where most people are just trying to figure out who they are and who they want to become, both what they're going to do with their life and how their personality is going to be.  For the most part, the thought about what kind of person you want to be is the real cause of the confusion.  Right now I'm actually making a lot of choices and solidifying them.  Sometimes though, I have no clue which way to go.  I can't tell the consequences of my choices because I've never had to make them before.  It's all a guess and you can't just rewind time to fix what you've done.  That's definitely the worst part.  As an adult, you really have had a lot of experience and based on the odds have made many bad choices.  You already know the consequences.  But as a teenager, it's just too much guessing for me.  Also, in finding who you are, your relationships with other people change all the time.  Looking back on the past few years, it's pretty comical how they change.  In conclusion, the hardest choices are the ones you've never made before. 

Something to Think About

One day, a man named Garrett decided to swing with his eyes closed while thinking.  During this time of intense brain activity, he imagined that the tree that we see above ground is only the roots, and that the real tree which houses most of the life of the world is underground in the roots, which we've never bothered to dig up and check out.  This put me in a philosophical mood today.  What if nothing is as it seems?  I'm not talking hypothetical, but if everything humans have figured out by themselves is wrong.  Since we base new facts on old ones, it's entirely possible.  If we were even slightly wrong on the original observations, it throws off the rest of the facts we've ever thought to have "known".  How crazy is that? 

Food Memory

My food memory is with Durian Candy.  My love/hate relationship for the candy started like any other white day would.  That is, until I walked into Mr. Yeiser’s room.  I was quite curious what a mysterious brown powder with chunks was in a plastic container.  I asked Mr. Yeiser and Mr. May, and their only answer was to smell it.  This marks one of the stupidest decisions I’ve made.  I actually smelled it.  The smell can only be described as eating pig manure and a gym sock garnished with turpentine.  I promise, it really is that bad.  As any teenager would, I wanted my friends to experience the death-in-a-can.  This is where my love for the candy started.  Their initial reactions were some of the funniest I’ve ever seen.  Then came the time where we were to taste it.  Imagine the smell, and then double the nastiness.  This is only because if you devour a piece of this candy, you’ll be burping it up for a few hours.  I’m not kidding.  I was so astounded by the vile taste that Alex and I decided to drive to an Asian market in Evansville just to procure a few bags of the stuff.  The trip itself is another story, although it adds to the memory.  Long story short, we arrived at the Asian market and saw raw fish heads and raw beef in ice along with some of the strangest foods and fruits we’ve ever laid eyes on.  On the way back, we also drove about 30 miles too far one way and had to turn around and come back.  Ever since, we’ve been trying to get people to try the candy with varying degrees of success.  The reactions so far have easily outweighed the time we spent and the gas we burned.  In fact, only one person has ever liked the candy, which was Dallas.  She’s just crazy.

A Change

From this point on, I'd really like to write only insightful things.  I've been reading Ramblings of a High School Junior which motivated me.  I'm tired of rambling on for hours about what I had to eat that day.  Today, the perfect personality seems like a good place to start.  First of all, people always think that the person they're dating, maybe even their husband or wife, is absolutely perfect for them.  Sadly, it isn't always the case.  It could just be that the person is a great match for them and it's so unlikely to find anyone better.  Or maybe they're not a match at all.  Feelings can really hide a person's flaws.  Of course, that has its ups and downs.  If you're always looking for the perfect person with the perfect personality, well, good luck with that.  I'm just looking for a person that I really get along with, love talking to, and is just a generally cool person.  Speaking of the personality, there are a few musts for me.  First, they have to be somewhat of a dork.  They can look as cool as they want, but they need to have some quirks.  Quirks make a relationship much more enjoyable.  Second, they can't take life too seriously.  It's fine to have serious moments, but they can't be serious all the time.  Next, they have to have pretty good morals.  I really do understand that everyone has a past, and I like to think that I'm pretty accepting of it.  I try to focus on the present and the future.  So if they've improved their morals, they still have a shot with me.  I'm not pretending to be perfect either.  In fact, I just hate my personality for some reason.  Thought I'd throw that in there to show that I'm not looking at everyone from my high horse.  I would say I probably make more mistakes than most.  The perfect personality for everyone is different, of course.  When you think about it, there are probably quite a few pretty great personalities out there.  But none are perfect to me. 

Are Some People Just Too Happy?

Some people seem to think so.  And for being that happy, others try to down them as often as possible.  That's something I don't understand.  Why wouldn't you want to learn from someone like that?  I understand that they may be hiding whatever is wrong, but at the very least they can still have fun while doing it.  Basically, I see it as a person making the choice of whether they want to be happy or not.  No offense, but you're just dumb if you choose anything other than being happy.  I also understand that it's impossible to be happy in some situations, but in the vast majority it's not too hard.  Besides, seeing you smile may just make someone's day better.  At least, it usually has that affect on me.  I guess I just prefer to be around people who at least attempt to be happy.  Like I said, choosing anything else is just dumb.

R&R

Rest and relaxation are the only way I can stay sane.  Sadly, I don't get to rest or relax very often.  I'm always either doing homework, in school, at my job, or playing a sport.  Nowhere in there can I relax.  I consider relaxing just being able to perform an activity of your choosing.  It shouldn't be on a schedule.  That's why I don't consider school sports relaxing, although they're pretty fun.  For me to relax, I would normally go on a long distance bike ride, something like 40 miles.  Or I may just relax in a chair with some noise cancelling headphones and listen to music of any kind.  I never watch TV though.  It just seems like a waste of time.  My favorite relaxing technique would definitely be the bike, though. 

Quick Post

I'd love to talk about my favorite childhood song, Sunshine

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray...

:)

Emergency

It all depends on the situation.  If someone was trying to break into my house, I would probably call a neighbor with guns.  If none of those neighbors existed, then I would call the police.  But I wouldn't call them immediately. I would first board myself up in a room so that they don't kill me with whatever weapons they do have.  If someone had a heart attack, I'd call 911 and ask how long it would be until the ambulance got there and decide which would be faster: driving them to the hospital or waiting for the ambulance.  For a fire, I would obviously call 911.  But those are just the services.  After the emergency, I'd call my parents and probably a few of my best friends.  Those would be quite a few people, actually.  It'd be Justin, Shaun, Blair, Kaitlynn, Kalyn, Luke, and Morgan.  No offence to anyone else, those would just be the people to know first.  I might even just have to text them first, because those calls would take forever.

Rambling

Honestly, I should rename my blog.  All I've ever done, and all I am doing right now, is rambling.  Graham's title is extremely descriptive of his blog.  You know, Connor Hundley really needs to get his screen fixed.  It's supposed to rain today.  Gosh, I have nothing to write about.  I'm going to do Insanity.  It's really gonna kill me.  Haley's chest makes a more manly sound than anybody else's in the room.  That makes me feel much less masculine.  I repeat, Connor really needs to get his screen fixed.  We don't have nearly enough time.  Dallas is apparently a monster.  Charlie Sheen's dubstep remix of his interview is qiute hilarious.  That is all.

Ugly Words

This isn't the exact prompt you had up because, well, why in the world would you want to write a paragraph with words you don't like to hear?  It just doesn't make sense.  I don't like using those words at all.  I don't cuss or use any offensive terms for anything that I know of.  I don't see any reason to use them, especially if you have a sizable vocabulary.  Honestly, not to sound overly sensitive, but I don't think they help the world at all.  They only make situations worse, so there's really no point to them.  Sadly, I can only think of about five teenagers right now that don't cuss.  That includes me.

My Game With Lefty

The first one was dead even.  We alternated the scoring of points all the way up until 19 out of 21, which he scored two points in a row.  We definitely weren't the best, but much better than Justin.  That's for sure.  The second game that we played later was completely rigged.  He had been playing against the best player there, Connor Anderson, and was much more prepared since I had been playing Xbox for an hour.  All in all, I congratulate him on his victory but I'm ready for a rematch any day of the week.  Except for Wednesdays of course, those are my nap days.

No, No, No!!

1. Give someone the "murder eyes"
2. Blank stare, then walk off without another words
3. A slap across the face
4. Knock their books out of their hands
5. If the offending statement is on a piece of paper, casually throw it in the trash
6. "You go ahead.  Let me know how it works out for you." 
7. "Asking me to do this is like apples and oranges."  Casually walk away while their confusion sets in.
8. "I would rather (fill in blank with some horrible act like drown puppies) than (fill in with what they said)"
9. "Let's not and say we didn't."

A Quick Blog

First of all, I loved your dog story.  It just reminded me so much of my favorite dog ever, Rascal.  He was Noal McLimore's dog, and I'll always think that he was just the best dog ever.  There's no way any dog could change that.  He had arthritis and was enormous, which made him all the more lovable.  He was a beagle, which were already my favorite dog but he cemented that for life.

A Comment on Lefty's Post

It's the post about bad ideas.  So many of those are absolutely great ideas in my opinion.  Here's the post:

1. Pour gasoline on a bonfire.
2. Steal a police car
3. Eating Glass
4. Swimming in the lake at panther creek park/ or the Ohio river.
5. Lay in the middle of the street
6. Stick your head in a crocodiles mouth
7. Do drugs
8. Have red hair
9. Trying to beat a lefty at ping-pong ( not only a bad idea but impossible)
10. Eat mushrooms

First of all, pouring gasoline on a bonfire is very fun.  Of course, it could be dangerous.  But that's similar to saying that something is poisonous.  Everything is poisonous if taken in too large of an amount.  Similarly, everything is dangerous, but only if done in the wrong way.  Now for stealing a cop car.  That might be slightly dumb.  The same with eating glass.  That usually doesn't work out too well for people.  In fact, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and tell you that eating glass is a horrible thing to do.  Swimming in those lakes is perfectly fine though.  Well, as long as you watch out for turtles.  We're just gonna skip down to drugs because honestly, how can you justify laying in the middle of the street or putting your head in a freaking crocodile's mouth?  Drugs however, is a very generic term.  Although crack, weed, speed, LSD, and many more are drugs, so are Tylenol and Advil.  So technically, doing drugs is perfectly fine.  It's only when you specify illegal drugs that it becomes not as good of an idea.  Having red hair.  Entirely unavoidable, yet it is a horrible idea.  Long story short, you're gonna be ridiculed for the rest of your life.  This is a message straight to Tyler: I WILL BEAT YOU AT PINGPONG, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.  Last, mushrooms come on pizza.  Be specific here, Tyler.

It's So Nice

To just get out early from school and not worry about extra homework.  I have so much makeup work to do for all of my classes that this could give me a little extra time to get that makeup work done.  Of course, that's not gonna happen.  Instead, since I now know that I'll have time to get the homework done, I'm going to go power slide my car in large, empty parking lots.  I absolutely love having my handbrake right beside my shifter so that I can shift into 1st, lock the back wheels and just slide in circles.  I never do this on dry roads or grass because it can honestly destroy quite a few parts on your car.  The only time I ever do this is in the snow where almost no damage can occur unless you run off the road.  Besides, I like my tires.  Not really, but I don't feel like blowing the rest of my savings for new tires.  I'd rather save and get some new rims along with the tires.

Being Sick Sucks

As you might know, I couldn't even come to school last week.  This is because I was in bed all day, err'day.  I had a sore throat, swollen tonsils, body aches, head aches, throwing up, and general discomfort.  I only take tylenol about once a year, yet I couldn't seem to get enough during that week.  It was probably one of the worst things I've ever had.  For the first time ever, I actually went to a doctor due to an illness.  He said it was a sinus infection, but obviously not because it has been going around most of my friends.  I had time to read all of the Alchemist, but only when I could concentrate.  Most of the time I was just staring off into space or burning through six seasons of Scrubs.  Scrubs, by the way, has become one of my favorite shows.  It ranks up there with Top Gear, How I Met Your Mother, The Office, and Friends.  Plus, when you come back to school, you have multiple essays due from one class (don't worry, I'm not talking about English).  Being sick sucks.

I Have a Question

My question is this: Why in the world would anybody want to follow my blog?  I'm the first to admit that it is a mess.  My topics are extremely random and on the rare occasions that I actually would like to write about something, it ends horribly.  My blogs are boring, too.  Can you remember what my last post was about?  Neither could I.  Turns out, it was about sledding.  No commentary on it, it was simply a telling of the previous day's adventures.  These are the reasons why I can not comprehend seeing more people follow my blog.

Sledding

It was amazing. Simply amazing. Except for the soreness. My triceps, butt, lower back, thighs, and pretty much every other part of my body are killing me.  It's probably because we went to the biggest hill we could find at Yellowcreek Park and built an enormous ramp at the bottom.  Brody's dad video taped us and we flew for an honest 3-4 seconds.  Think how far you can fly in 3-4 seconds, and then imagine our landing.  I couldn't walk for 10 minutes.  I crawled back up the hill because I could have sworn part of my tailbone snapped off.  It's not like we only had one person per sled, we actually had five guys pile on this boat of a sled so that we would get the most air possible.  When it came time to land, well, you can imagine.  It hurt.

A Warning to Others

Some people's purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.  This appears to be especially true for gingers.  Their warn others to stay as far away from them as possible, lest you be burned by their fiery red hair.  Speaking of redheads, most people can't stand to be friends with them.  Although I can see the reasoning behind this, I can somehow stand to talk to them, namely Connor Hundley and Dana Payne.  I think it's because I have a little red in my hair, which makes me nearly as bad as they are.  It's a sad fact, but I felt like I should admit it.  I am part redhead.

Criticism

I always try to be anything but the giver of criticism. I don't mind being the receiver of criticism for the most part, I think I deal with it pretty well.  But I hate being the giver because not everyone takes it that well.  Of course, I love being able to joke with my friends about things and not having anyone take the things I say offensively.  I understand that every time we blog I seem to diverge and talk about other topics.  I work at Red Lobster and probably deal with all kinds of diseases.  Knock on wood, but I haven't gotten sick from it yet.  But just being next to someone who's sick kills me.  Something just tells me to move far, far away.  The only reason I brought this up was because I'm sitting next to Dustin and he just wrote a blog about being sick.  Class is going to suck.

My Blogs Are Boring, Don't Bother Reading This

This is a fact that I freely admit.  Normally, I'd try to come back with something witty and make a good joke.  However, the only stories I have to tell are what I would like to call "Alex Stories."  This means that they are extremely pointless stories that have no punchline.  Now, if they were told by another individual, it could possibly be a funny story.  I also admit that I'm terrible at telling jokes and stories, but I never do so that I don't tell "Alex Stories."  By the way, I really hope you didn't read this entire thing.  If you did, I'm sorry.  Sincerely. 

A Time to Start Over

New Year's Resolutions normally don't work.  I think that is common knowledge.  However, sometimes you need to have a change and the start of a new year seems like the perfect time to do it.  There's quite a few things I would like to change, but thankfully none of them are too large.  As it turns out, I'm pretty happy with who I am.  Without going into too much detail, that's all I really have to say right now.  Which makes for quite the boring blog post.  I apologize for that.