The World is Minus One Great Man

I have tried to find an intro to explain this title.  I guess I will start with saying I mean this literally.  The world soon will be minus one great man.  You reader do not know him, nor have you heard of him.  He is a man who spread happiness where ever he went.  A man that would talk to you, whether he knew you or not, like he was your best friend.  A man who treated complete strangers as friends.  And a man who could never remember anyone but my brother’s birthday.  And man who tried to marry me off while in a hospital.  My Grandpa Frank Goff.

This is not goodbye, but this is a tribute to his memory.  It’s funny the memories you recall when you know a man is on his deathbed.  It is funny though, most of the memories happened at various Mexican restaurants.  I can remember going to a house worth over a million dollars with him and my family.  And it’s sad that the memories in my head I cannot put to words.  This makes me sad, because you reader, will never know the greatness that I seen in the limited times I was being lectured about the stock market, being tickled unmercifully by him (younger years), or being told something at least two-hundred times before he left from a visit. 

Today my mother was told that he took a turn for the worst and they didn’t know if he would make it.  My mom then proceeded to tell me that he was tired of fighting, and told his wife, “I want to go home to be with my heavenly father.”  There is no shame in wanting to stop fighting.  In some cases quitting yields better results for example:

“For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand.  I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.”

It saddens me to know that he has only little time left; I don’t want him to leave.  I may never see him that much, but looking back I value the time that I had.  I don’t know how to feel about grandpa going on a trip of such a length as this one.  The span of my life seems very long, but a drop in the hat to eternity.  Which brings to a question.  If God sees the end of all things, this includes eternity.  So, what happens at the end of eternity?

Hell, I don’t even feel like I even like I was close to what I wanted to accomplish, but this does make me feel a tad better.

Rest In Peace Grandpa.  I will see you soon.  Have fun in Heaven, and when you arrive, please buy me a T-Shirt.

Where’s My Georgia

I’m say Georgia
Georgia
A song of you
Comes as sweet and clear
As moonlight through the pines

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you

I said Georgia,
Ooh Georgia, no peace I find
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

Other arms reach out to me
Other eyes smile tenderly
Still in peaceful dreams I see
The road leads back to you

Georgia,
Georgia,
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind

I said just an old sweet song,
Keeps Georgia on my mind.

Coming once again to you readers of few, I am Garic Tinsley and this is my blog.  What a terrible intro huh?  Sometimes I can have that burst of creativity and BOOM there’s a intro you spooge yourself over.  Not today ladies and gents.  I come with a question.  A very serious question, and I want a serious answer to it.  I have very mixed feelings right now and I don’t like it.  So onward ho, as doofenshmirtz says “Time for a back story” (I don’t know if he says that so piss off).

I was dating this lady who was freaking awesome (yes we were together for like 3 weeks) but I felt something.  We were in a play together, and she and I kind of just started…dating.  I had no intention of getting attached, did that once, didn’t work out.  Somewhere down the line though, I mean shit, something happened.  You may say “dude 3 weeks” and to that I say “fuck you, something was there.”    After about 2 weeks I tell her the secret of which I regret to this very day.   And I am pissed at myself that if happened.  She then proceeds to say “bye” (more or less).  Devastating, but after some talking we are back together.  Happy again.  Today, or wait yesterday it’s 1:30 at this point in time, she says basically donesky, no chance, later, it’s been fun, this was a learning experience, etc.  I am depressed.  I am pissed.  I am confused.  And as I’m sitting in a recliner in Springfield  at my brother’s apartment I am listening to the magic of Ray Charles, which leads me to the lyrics.  They are from “Georgia on My Mind.”  This song is beautiful, but listening to it pissed me off to no end for the first time in my life, and Mr. Charles I apologize for it.  You make beautiful music, good sir.

You may ask, “Garic, sir, why is this”?  I respond saying, “Where is my Georgia”?  I see those around me find someone who just accepts them for who they are, and maybe I am just feeling left out.  Time and time again I have never been ‘good enough’ for some reason or the other.  Will this cycle ever stop?  I may have made my share of dumb mistakes, but judge me by me now, not by stupid decisions I made in the past.

I just feel like there is no one.  I mean, to those who know me, they can testify that I am not of the mainstream.  I don’t interact with people well.  I could care less of what people thought of me.  And in social settings with crowds I feel totally alone.  I have emotional extremes.  Maybe this is me just being depressed.  If so at least you have something to read now.  I am just tired of having to hide what I’ve done.  Why can’t people just learn to accept a past, is it so bad (this directed to the people who know the story) that I am who my mistakes made me?  And I may have made a mistake but if it took me that mistake to make me into such the person I am today, then you know what?  I’m damn glad I made that mistake.

This is not a cry for help, this is not a cry for pity.  If one were to respond I don’t want to hear the “Oh it’s ok,” “Oh, everything’s darkest before the dawn,” “You’re and amazing guy” blahblahblah blah.  or any cliched answers for that matter.  I asked a question Where is My Georgia?  And as I write this I don’t think I even conveyed the feelings that I am experiencing.  So let me sum this up by saying I’m hurt, pissed, sad, confused, frustrated, depressed, cursing myself that I let my guard down with such a time. And to think one mistake constituted this post.  Isn’t weird, Karma, such is the flow of the universe.

This is Garic signing off.  This is probably the shittiest writing I have ever created, but I’m depressed right now so don’t judge me.  I just needed to get this off my chest so I don’t go postal in algebra.  That is all I’m tired now goodnight, good fight, and…..Everybody Wang Chung tonight.

 

A Post to Shut Up the Haters

Ok not really haters per say, but my brother has been pissing and whining for someone to post.  So ladies and gents I bring my sorry, glorious ass back here to post a blog about life, the universe, bitching about something, and everything.  Much has happened since I last posted about forever, 3 days, 15 hours, 25 seconds….26…..27….28….29…30 seconds.  Give or take a couple days.  So strap in, relax, rub one or two out, however you get your fetish fulfilled.

First, I would like to post that I have graduated from the incessant hell called high school so you no longer have to worry about my bitching about that so be happy or I’ll kick you in nuts and run.  That’s really all I have to say about that, so if by the offhand chance I see any of you people from my class.  Fuck you I hate you and I will see the one’s who aren’t in prison.

Now for the majority of this post I would like to point out one setback to graduation.  See my brother is 2 years older than me, and quite ambitious.  He aspires to be an actor.  I think he can make it.  But for him to do that he must travel, and I would like to say thank you for the truth.  After nineteen years of Jamaal’s house, hanging with music, the debating, and being lazy I must say that you have showed me the truth and have enlightened me to many ways.  I know that you have to leave for Springfield and then eventually somewhere for bigger and better things, I will miss seeing you everyday having the long debates and our bitching sessions of how much people suck, the gaming (which we still never beat Borderlands), the drinking, the shooting heroin, and snorting crack off hookers stomachs……too far?  I can honestly say that you are the best friend I ever had and I’m sorry for that almost year-ish that I was a total dick-head.  It’s a year that I will regret, because I can’t get it back.  Sorry for not being there for that year that you hated everything and everyone.  Shit I hate this posts where I be sentimental and shit.  I guess I’m just trying to clear the air here before you leave and all that noise.  Oh and this is the ONLY time you see this.  If you breath anything about this outside the people that read it, I will have to throw a toasters in the bathtub with you.

I would bitch about something but it’s summer and no school, I don’t see people, and there is not much news to report my life has been simple.  Read a few good books, watched a few good movies.  Oh Dude IP MAN…WATCH FUCKING IP MAN.  It will change your life.  But I have nothing to report as far as anything goes, and I am happy with that.  It is nice to be the center of zen once again.  Now, I am sorry for I have to cut this blog short, because I am being called into work early.  Sorry next year it will be longer

This is Garic Tinsley Signing off

P.S I would have bitched about something if Dude didn’t take all the good bitching material

Massive Epic Boundless and Lengthy Post…ish

Anyways, since i have only read one post on this i would like to go on the the movie/ Q&A with Kevin Smith, yes, the Kevin Smith.  Jamaal, Cody, Allen, and myself all went to Kansas City to see Kevin Smith (Silent Bob to the ignorant) to watch his new movie Red State.  To start the night the Phelps family was there.  We are all aware of them, picketers of funerals, up-tight gay-bashing, hate mongering, douchebags.  Anyways they were being themselves and Kevin Smith let them into the showing free, ripped them in the introduction, invited the two heads to review the movie after, and the movie started.

Great movie John Goodman and Michael Parks were amazing in the movie.  It was mostly a thriller, low budget, and about the Phelps family in a way too.  So needless to say they left at the 15 minute mark, deeming it filthy.  Kevin Smith did very well for his first serious movie as well.  It had a solid blend of comedy and action; i would give it a solid 3.5 out of 5 or so.

Anyways after the movie and the Phelps pussed out of showing, two of the family, who left the church *cough* cult *cough*  and the Q&A was turned into an interview with these two, and it gave us a glimpse into the inner workings of that place.  It was sort of scary and angering at the same time to hear some of the stuff that they said.  It also made me laugh my ass off too.  So all in all it was a good night and Kevin Smith also said something that should make you think, which i shall reveal after my posting so hold your damn horses.

Onward to my next point….No I am sleepy; therefore, my outro.  All in all the universe is in line once again.

Oh, Kevin Smith quotes, “People do strange things when they are entitled, they do even stranger things when they just believe.”

So this is Garic signing off with all the updating and bad grammar (I just got done with a term paper fuck off I earned a night of bad grammar).

A Break from Star Wars

Hello ladies and gents, I have come to post and take a break from playing Star Wars KOTOR II (that’s Knights Of The Old Republic to the retards), and to update you all on the latest happenings of me and my boring life.  So lets get on with it then I have games to play.

School is finally out for Christmas break.  Thank God too anymore time there and I may have went on a killing spree.  I hate my class with a passion that burns hotter than a 1000 suns (yeah I just went Shakespeare on your ass like it).  We recently had a senior bench taken away, because apparently it’s smart to put it into a girls bathroom, and if that wasn’t enough we got that taken away and decided it was smart to take one from outside and put it where the old one use to be.  Like the staff wouldn’t notice good; those people suck.  I mean in my days in school i often think about this thought right here:  When stupid people do something stupid, do they ever think to themselves, “Wow this is fucking stupid.”  Or do they just go on in some ignorant bliss, completely unaware of anything but themselves and getting a laugh from people who, in all probability, won’t even remember their names two years down the line.  Those same people may be in jail two years down the line, I guess it would come down to a coin flip.  Anyways all in all classes are fine, class itself is stupid, and nothing else to report on that subject anymore.

On a lighter note I still am with my girlfriend, and in four days it shall be for nine months.  Crazy that that (insert punctuation here-ish?) amount of time has gone so fast.  I do enjoy her immensely and am working to get her a Christmas present something nice actually, and I WOULD have gotten it sooner, but more of that in a minute kiddies.  We must learn patience before we get to the nitty gritty.  She happens to be quite freaking amazing if I do say so myself.  I mean if a trip to sonic becomes a freaking fun night then you know you got yourself a good one.

Now for the main event, my bitching part of this column. (which shall be followed by various reviews and comments to reach an acceptable word count and such).  Earlier when I said I WOULD have gotten my girlfriend a Christmas present sooner, I wasn’t meaning I was stingy ol’ Ebenezer Scrooge.  Nope, someone stole my fucking wallet right out of my pants at basketball practice.  $70, license, and social security card all down the fucking toilet seat.  I have my suspects, but the bitch is I have no evidence to prove them guilty, and I can’t just go shanking people; tis not in my nature to be physically violent.  Seriously though, who steals a whole wallet?  People steal money out of wallets at school all the time it’s frusterating, but a whole wallet? Come on now, thieves at our dumbass school had some kind of etiquette back in the day.  So now I have to beg for money (I have no job, basketball practice wouldn’t allow it) to get her what I was going to get her, and that is very VERY angering.  So my thieving enigma, if by the offhand chance you read this I would like to say fuck you, you are a douche, you stole from me, and if I find you I will kick you repeatedly in the nether regions.

Well enough of that now it’s time for some reviews and all that jazz and such.  I have started reading a new installation of Star Wars, the first book entitled Betrayal.  It is ok, a lot of politics not enough whipping ass, but when those scenes come around I do enjoy them.  Started playing Star Wars again too, and I would like to tip my hat to the developers, because I am always finding something new in that game.  Also being a mean dark side sith Jesus looking dude is completely the mutts nuts.  Latest season of Dexter has come and gone too and it was amazing.  They left the ending very open and Dexter’s life now has been left with a lot of options in this next season.  It kind of worries me though, once that is said and done then what will I watch, what will I read, how will I spend my media and reading existence once I’ve exhausted my stores of books, movies, etc.?  That is a scary thought, one of which I shan’t dwell on right now as I am now bored of blogging and shall like to get back to playing Star Wars.

Goodbye, this is Garic signing off, with all the complaining, reviewing, talking about shit. (and bad writing conventions, can’t forget those).

Nice Night for a Post

Hello my adoring audience of 1 did you miss me? I see couldn’t wait for my post eh? I don’t see why it’s worth reading seeing the fact I am not an outstanding writer, but onward ho, sailing into destiny closer to the heart and what not.  I mean seriously come on now though is it THAT big of a deal there is other stuff to do i promise you; plus my grammar still sucks

So school has started and I shall post every nine or so weeks to update on life, the universe, and everything because I decreed it so.  So as I have stated school has started (if you didn’t remember exit stage right NOW) and it is not too awful senior and all. Which senior meh I don’t care it’s just like junior only more grown up and all that jive business.  A lot of my class decides let us all act like idiots and high and mighty dillweed .  Which is annoying and not cool at all.  What’s worse though is there are more of them. IT’S LIKE THEY MULTIPLY IN PERSON AND STUPIDITY!  It is hard to stomach it too, but I can’t complain too much classes are cake or pretty cool (I will sing a different song later I will be willing to bet however).  I don’t have a math class either which is the mutts nuts.  I had to cheat my way through last time I payed a few people off did, muscled some people around (not really I just took their papers).  I passed though and now it is easy and smooth like Sunday morning.  Still worries me though I have no clue what I want to do when I get out of school.  It’s kind of worrying me too it’s like I can do many things but it’s hard to find one thing I like in particular it is most unnerving if I might say so myself.

So over the summer I went to a Rush concert as you know it was awesome and those people are now cemented as quite possibly my number one favorite band because they are as you also know a bunch of musical geniuses that no one could ever match.  Also went to a church camp up in Ottawa which was pretty good the speaker was awesome and he never said “um” which I found extremely cool and it was a pretty positive experience (also the music wasn’t horrible, oh yes be surprised i said it).

Over this period of summer I also got a new acoustic guitar which is amazing and I play it as much as I can, but you already know this stuff and hence where I don’t see said point in blogging about it but it’s cool it’s nights like these where it comes in handy I guess.  Still have my girlfriend of whom I find quite awesome in 9 days it will be 6 months which is a feat for a dude like me. I consider myself a very lucky fellow if I may be so bold to say.

I have also been reading a lot as of late as well I have finished Transmetropolitan and it was sweet at the end when yakkety yak yak yak (can’t say the ending just in case a fellow blog reader comes along and WILL NOT FINISH THEM BUT NEEDS TO *cough* Jamaal *cough*) sorry had a bit of a fit there.  I have been reading a lot of Christopher Moore books. Blew through the whole Bite Me series and Fool about made me piss myself laughing and Coyote Blue was also really good in there too.  If you haven’t read them I would seriously recommend going out and giving him a whirl.  I also recently finished the first Darth Bane book. It was so good and Bane could beat down Bruce Lee (yes I said it big whoop wanna fight about it?)  Also started this new book one of my friends loaned me about some assassin I will post titles later as I forgot the title and am too lazy to go and get the book.  So if you wanted to know too bad kiss my left butt cheek. My right one had an operation and is sore.  So that is books I haven’t watched any real movies worth talking about so that is is out for tonight maybe in my next post I will have seen some but who knows that’s is the future and I am not the oracle from the Matrix.  Speaking of which I have been feeling the need to do this for awhile since Point Break….FUCK KEANU REEVES AND GLENN BECK.  I am better now I had to put that out there because he is so horrible he makes me think that I could work in Hollywood, and the other one is just insane “2+2=4!!!” I rest my case.

So now on to my ranting portion of said blog of which I basically told you the format tonight.  Let’s talk about tolerance; tolerance has been always been high on my list of virtues because it just is so don’t ask why I made it don’t question me.  In the news though I hear about the mosque going up 2 blocks from ground zero and everyone makes stool in their pants.  They even go as far as a burn the Qu’ran day.  I am a Christian and I think it is the religion to worship seeing it is the truth, but who exactly goes as far as to burn another religious denomination’s holy book?  Exactly how many people are you idiots seeking to win? Now I know they really didn’t go through with it, but the fact that you thought was just sick and terrible and you should be punched repeatedly in the nethers for it too.  How far must it be away before it is acceptable? Is there like a cut off that I don’t know about or some etiquette  besides them doing it all legally and peacefully? Must have missed that memo I apologize I was too busy letting them do their thing because that’s the right thing to do.  Not going into a mosque shouting racial slurs and pissing on prayer rugs.  In case you didn’t know that actually happened during a prayer they were doing.  That is also sick and he should have his colonels cut off too, because that just really gets the point across that we give religious freedom and tolerance doesn’t it?  Idiots.  My friend made a point saying “Well they put them where muslim victories occurred.”  Let’s go back in time how about September 11, 2001 where a tragedy did happen I will not dispute, but as bad as it sounds they caught us with our pants down give them a “W” and even still they have every right to build there they got the papers and they aren’t making a big deal about it.  And I don’t think they will go out to ground zero and say “haha we got you we got you” And I would also like to point out that only 1% of muslim is extremist.  So stop with the bigotry and fear mongering because in case you haven’t notice it is doing more harm than good so how about we give peace a chance and not let ignorance and intolerance walk hand in hand (Rush rules) for once.  Sorry I got a tad out of hand there I was on a roll.  And in case you haven’t noticed me wise and most-knowing brother has blogged about this and made better points but I like to clarify with my own style.  I never give him enough credit where credit is due.  As much as a cold, mean, snake tongue, ass clown he is, he knows what he is talking about and even verbally assaulted our own grandma to get a point of which he was right about across.  Gotta admire that kind of frejoles in a fellow as much as it did cause a lot of trouble and it could have been handled a bit more delicate I still sort of in a sick and twisted way got to admire the gall he has.  Love you Duder  and I’m sorry for yeah I’m not good at this but I don’t tell you how cool you are enough (you will never speak of my i’m sorry lol) ….*ahem* choked up there a bit but back to it for a tick longer I think seeing as how I would like 1300 words.

So girlfriend (I’m lucky), books, music, seems to get me through a day of school.  Duder has a guts to rant out his own family (again in a twisted way it was impressive).  The mass media and Fox News and Reeves and Beck suck wee wee…..and I must make an impressive bowel movement and a shower before bed.  So this is Walter Cronkite signing off

Do people who spend $2 apiece on those little bottles of Evian water know that spelling it backwards is Naive? <— (you know you missed them)

X Amount of Days=X Amount of….Screw It

Hello my hefty reader of uno.  How are we doing this most auspicious of nights.  Wait, don’t answer that I don’t care.  Anyways it’s been a long time since I blogged on here.  By my calculations it is between 1-50 years.  So in there is a ballpark estimate.  Anyways I come to my public to blog uselessly because I have nothing to blog about except life, the universe, and everything.  So onward and nowhere we go today.

So first and foremost (besides the whole introduction to nothing) I guess I’ll start out with my relationship status.  It has went from UGH to sweeeeeeeeeeeetness.  Yes I have found a girlfriend that is awesome and isn’t psychotic beyond reason.  We have been together for about ten days-ish or so, and I do enjoy it, and shall continue to enjoy it.  So that is my awesome relationship status.

It has recently come to my attention that I know nothing about tuxedos.  My reasoning is prom.  Let it be known I will enjoy it, but this whole preparation stuff is just bloody annoying.  I had no clue tux shopping was so hard, so many things, and not to mention a dude tried to feel me up.  Almost went “Rampage Jackson” all on his ass too.  So that is prom happenings and what not.

My next point is reading.  I have read soooooooooo many damn books.  If you people don’t remember it is my saving grace from school, and losing my damn mind.  I read a lot of the Star Wars series, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Man that Never Missed, Room Full of Mirrors: Jimi Hendrix bio, and Slash (bio of Slash for the mentally slow people).  All of which I won’t discuss so if you haven’t read them that’s too damn bad read them yourself.

School- Sucks, blows, useless endeavor,  stupid people need to leave, I will say nothing more on the subject.

I recently have come to a conclusion.  What is my conclusion you ask.  Well I will tell you, and if you don’t want to know exit stage left, or right, or just face-plant off the stage (that’s preferable).  Anyways my conclusion is that I will most likely go insane from school (I know I said I would say nothing more, but screw you I will).  See there are times when teachers just get to you.  Like this time in drama/forensics/ hour or so of hell+school.  See it’s like this: Ever since my brother left from forensics he/she (can’t say who because “they” are watching me…damn establishment harshing my mellow) has been completely intolerable of my existence.  I double qualify for state and she rips my head off for a tournament I am NOT attending because it would be ILLEGAL.  I still sucks at math enough said there.  The only saving grace of school is hours with my history/ sociology teachers chilling, and listening to my English teacher talk about books.  We were doing grammar which was butthole, but this reading business is right up my alley.

Easter’s around the corner.  I would like to take this time to get my religion on and say a special thank you to God.  Yes, I know a “thank you” doesn’t do justice, but I try.  See in case you don’t know he was this perfect fello that we in turn decided to kill (wait a go humanity…flippin retards), but see Jesus is to classy for the establishment, so he proved a point and went back up to Heaven, because people like him can do that.  So I would like to say thank you for dying for me, and it’s pretty cool you rise up again so that I don’t have to worry about spending my eternity in hell.  Which would not be fun

Anyways it is about time for me to go to bed because I gots to get up early tomorrow morning, go to church, and as Bob Marley says “Smile with the risin’ sun.”

So that’s just about it for me.  Oh almost forgot for every post now it is $5 so Dude pay up, or not so goodnight, Happy Easter, and what not.

Did you know that no number from 1-100 has the letter “A” in it?

Amazment is Amusing

*Applause* Yes ladies and gentle dude I am back once more to amaze you with meaningless words and babblings.  This is Garic Tinsley, so sit back pull up a pillow and take a little nap.  I shall start by talking about, well my title of course.  Why is amazement amusing you ask me? Well I shall tell you so if you didn’t ask that I ask you now to fuck off and leave my page before I shoot acid into your tear ducts.

People I have been going through “big boy school” for sometime now.  Watching all the people and all that such nonsense.  And a question struck me.  Have you ever looked around and realized the abundance of retarded people.  I did today and let me tell you I have but one thing to say, “Fuck.”  I mean I have always known that my school has some stupid ass people in it, but never has it really hit me until today.  I was just stunned for a second.  We have people who are drug addicts, drunks, and those who are “red-shirt seniors” 99.999999% of whom will never graduate and amount to anything but shit on a stick and with three kids and a welfare check.  Makes me laugh a little bit.

Anyways now we shall discuss my life.  I don’t give dead ostrich about yours, because this is my blog.  But anyways, Onward ho!

School has been kicking my ass lately.  My algebra teacher is useless; I never get any help; however, the geometry teacher is.  It’s kind of creepy that she is smarter than him; yet, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named taught her.  Maybe she should take over *Insert Darth Vader theme here* Along with algebra and/or whatever nonsense it is now I have also English.  Now I am the mutt’s nuts when it comes to literature and books and shit, but wouldn’t you know it we are doing writing conventions.  And as you can see I have the writing conventions of a retarded baboon on crystal meth and marijuana.

The only things that really keep me sane are still my books.  Maybe for Christmas I should get a Kendall of whatever it’s called (mom if you ever read this hint hint).  Anyways just finished Order of the Phoenix.  It about made me cry a little bit when that part happened with the thing and the other thing and rabble rabble rabble (your welcome Dude).  I started The Half-Blood Prince, which is also pretty fuckin good with the thing and that other thing happening and some such other things (again your welcome Dude).

Kind of worries me though; I am tearing through the books so damn fast that I don’t know what I will read next.  Jamaal if you ever read my blog suggest something damn good in series form, and I will be deeply grateful and pay you a hefty sum of $0.00.

Speaking of books and sanity and such nonsense.  The other thing that keeps me sane is my frequent visits to Jamaal’s house.  Playing Saints Row 2 kind of centers me for the week. (Mainly because everyone I kill is someone stupid in my mind).  If it wasn’t for that place I would be extremely miserable.  So thank you for letting me hang at your place and I will more than likely be there soon.  When and if I ever get my algebra grade up, which is not likely to happen anytime soon which is depressing.

Anyways that about does it for me.  So to all the Hebrews and Shebrews I bid thee goodnight and everybody wang chung tonight and what not

When lightning strikes the ocean why don’t all the fish die?

God Sure Saved Me Last Night

Well salutations oh glorious readers of 1 or so.  Do I have some pointless stuff to tell you about.  Oh and one really awesome glorious thing that is completely amazing because I escaped death by a huge act from God himself.

I finished the Chronicles of Narnia series which was all kinds of awesome and sad and again awesome.  The Last Battle almost had me crying because I’m a sensitive fello and all.  It really made me happy to know I got God on my side and when I’m off this rock I will be the happiest chap in the world.  All of them made me think a little bit and they made me all around very fulfilled.

So to update you all on what’s been going on.  I have seriously got into the Harry Potter books which are glorious (yes that’s right kiddies we must save the best thing for last, so keep you nuts in your pants).  I’m only on the second book and it is still awesome.

School is a drag no a days.  Not only do I not like my class, but also, I just want to read, and school just disturbs that.  Between classes I read, during class on my spare time I am reading, and during practice guess what I am doing.  Yep that’s right I am shooting a buffalo.  No I’m not really, I am just thinking about reading.  Everyday in school I think about reading my books again.  When I’m at practice I just want to go home and read even more.  I mean our team sucks and I just want to go home and get through more chapters just to see what will happen.

Which speaking of games and what not, ladies and gentlemen let me tell you a story about when God saved me (well He is my personal Savior, but we are talking about actually saving my butt).  So after getting raped by Olpe once again ( 42 – 0), I was going home, again thinking about reading, when I noticed my windshield fogged up.  Before I was out of the school I lost control of my car, went off the road, pulled a dukes of hazard across a culvert, and finally came to a screeching hault 1 foot, let me say that again for the deaf people ONE FOOT from being in our school’s pond.  Funny thing is I have done that same exact routine about 100 freaking times and nothing.  And then out of the blue bam car wreck.  It get’s you thinking about stuff.

Let me tell you that was the most scared I have EVER been.  I can very much say that God didn’t want me to die yesterday, because if he did, I would be dead at the bottom of a lake right now.  Instead, no, I am sitting here with a cut chin and a sore nose blogging to you about how God himself placed a hand of protection over me and delivered me from quite possible a potentially worse ordeal.

You know I use to take God for granted.  I use to just assume, “Hey He’ll do it I aint got no worries.”  Well let me tell you it took wrecking a car for me to realize taking God for granted is not a bright idea.

Well this just about does it for me.  I have gloriously told you my very limited memoirs of the “X” amount of time since my last post.

Why is Charlie short for Charles if they are both the same number of letters?

Who Blogs During the Day?

I will tell you who; someone who has no social, someone who is watching the chiefs play, and one drop dead sexy lizard.  Hello again it is me you fan of 1.  How are we doing today?  Good?! Crap not the answers I was looking for but whatever.  Today I tend to just ramble on about aimless nothing once again, and you will love it, because if you don’t I shall kick your nether regions repeatedly.

So I am a junior in high school now.  Let me tell you school sucks major anus.  I have to sit in class and pay attention to teachers I don’t like; one of which could drop dead any day now.  Not all the teachers are stupid, but those teachers are of few numbers now a days, and most of the kids in my class or so ignorant or complete mental vegetables that if they got any stupider would drool all of themselves and have no control over there bowels.  Which would absolutely make my day, because they would leave me alone and cease there ignorant phycho-babble .  My days now are just consisting of routine now also.  Go to school, football practice, and then frequent visits to my home away from home in Bronson.  Sooooo all in all I feel like a drone; a very, very, very, very angry drone that wants to shoot “routine” in the head a bazooka and then hang it from a fountain in Italy somewhere.

Anyways there is some pleasure, or fun if you will after the drag of school and good government doggy shit like that.  I finally got to play Beatles: Rockband, Guitar Hero 5, and Arkam Aslylum.  All of which very good games that make me happy when I play.  I also have given thought to getting a new book series going.  I am open to suggestions at anytime so please feel free to comment on such.  Oh, and if any of you even think about suggesting “Twilight,” I am going to casterate you, put your nuts in a blender, hit liquify, and make you drink it.  I mean come on, seriously, sparkly ass vampires?!?!  What acid was that author tripping on when they wrote those books?  I mean I have had the agony to actually sit through a damn movie, and I wanted to kill myself.  The climax was a sparkly queer vampire sucking the blood out of a human!  Now blood-sucking is completely cool with me in the movies, but not when you sparkle with glitter, that completely kills it.  So no “Twilight” not for my sake, but for the sake of you ever having kids, and a pair of grapes to call your own.

Wow that was completely weird.  I just went off onto a completely different tangent there.  Anyways I am also stone free, yes that is right ladies and gentlemen I told my old rusty ball and chain to fall in a pit full of rabid cobras and leave me alone, which I have to give it to Ol’ Duder felt really great.

So that about does it for me, short, glorious, and rambling.  What could possibly be better

If laughter is the best medicine, who’s the idiot who said they ‘died laughing’?