1) She lets me curse
2) She is cool
3) She puts Gage on hush mode before shit goes down
4) Writing is kind of fun
5) She laughs at my jokes
6) She is not uppity
I Am Only Doing This To Get An A
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
You know what doesn't make sense?
It doesn't make sense to me how all that people remember is the end of something. Take a look at Brett Favre. He was outstanding. During his career, sports casters hailed him as one of the greatest to ever live. But because his career ended on such a bad note nobody will remember his greatness and personally I think that is just silly.
Monday, October 10, 2011
I absolutely hate the Steerlers, Colts, and Patriots.
I absolutely hate the Steelers because the entire world likes them alot. Which gives them a big head, I mean they really do think they are hotter than donut grease. And they aren't they lost the super bowl to the 6th seed Green Bay Packers. Ben Roethlisberger also pisses me off bc he is big and slow and ugly. The face of the franchise is a big, slow, dummy. He also gets hurt alot like a little girl and then they talk about how tough he is.
I absolutely hate the Colts, because they think they are hotter than McDonald's coffee. They always talk about how great of a unit they are and how individually they are the best at every position in the NFL, and they are totally not. It's all because of Peyton Manning, who really is amazing. I always said, without Peyton, they would not win a game. He's out this year and they are 0-4. Also I hate the Colts because they are making Peyton Manning fake his injury so they can lose on purpose and get the number one pick in the 2012 Draft. Which they will use to select Andrew Luck.
I absolutely hate the Patriots because they think they are hotter than the sun. They say Tom Brady is so good and so clutch and he's not. He's just your average good quarterback who happens to have a few super bowl rings. I'm not saying he's not good but I don't think that he's hotter than hot pocket cheese like he does. Now, Wes Welker is the real deal. He really is the man. But, if the ship is sinking he goes with them so I can't publicly like Wes Welker.
I also hate the rest of the AFC West that isn't the Chargers, but we won't get in to that right now.
I absolutely hate the Colts, because they think they are hotter than McDonald's coffee. They always talk about how great of a unit they are and how individually they are the best at every position in the NFL, and they are totally not. It's all because of Peyton Manning, who really is amazing. I always said, without Peyton, they would not win a game. He's out this year and they are 0-4. Also I hate the Colts because they are making Peyton Manning fake his injury so they can lose on purpose and get the number one pick in the 2012 Draft. Which they will use to select Andrew Luck.
I absolutely hate the Patriots because they think they are hotter than the sun. They say Tom Brady is so good and so clutch and he's not. He's just your average good quarterback who happens to have a few super bowl rings. I'm not saying he's not good but I don't think that he's hotter than hot pocket cheese like he does. Now, Wes Welker is the real deal. He really is the man. But, if the ship is sinking he goes with them so I can't publicly like Wes Welker.
I also hate the rest of the AFC West that isn't the Chargers, but we won't get in to that right now.
If I had superpowers
If I had superpowers I would want to go back in time to the exact moment that I forgot about bloggind. Because I forgot to do two of them and now I am screwed. Well, ok, it probably won't end the world. Or really even fail me. But these are a great way to show Mrs. Smith (who is awesome) that you care about your grade and want to do well in her class. While in my case this is true, she may not know that anymore because of my failure to do such easy assignments! In order to never have this problem again, I am finishing all my blogs right now.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I can't find my @$^#$%$#^ notebook so I'm making this up as I go, without a topic
So this weekend, the Raiders played the Jets and I wanted to watch it really bad but I couldn't because I had to go to work. On a sunday. And this wasn't a rarity, I work EVERY sunday. from 1:30 to 6:00. PRIME Football time. It's so crappy. I'm always pissy when I go in bc I get to see about 5 minutes of a football game, then I have to go to work. It's such a tease, I hate it. And here lately, the Janitor has been hurt, so guess who's been on bathroom duty. ME. I was told when I was hired: "You're gonna do the shit nobody else wants to do." At least they're honest. So there I was scrubbing toilets wishing I would watch football when it hit me. At least I have a job to go to. No matter how much I make, or how much I hate some of the tasks I'm appointed to do, I have a job. I have gas in my truck, food in my stomach, and clothes on my back. And here I was whining about not getting to watch football. Idk for like 30 seconds I was really thankful I had toilets to clean. By the way I'm not a janitor, it's just something I have to do.
Oh the the stupid Raiders won.
Go Chargers.
Oh the the stupid Raiders won.
Go Chargers.
Monday, September 19, 2011
I'm doing this blog, but I should be playing Madden 12
I have a history test tomorrow, but instead of studying for it, I am listening to lil Wayne and writing this blog. I should be studying. Actually I take that back, I should be at home playing Madden 12 and glancing down at my notes in between plays. It worked in high school and I graduated so it at least works a little bit.
Seriously, though, writing this blog is something that I will eventually have to do, but there are more pressing issues. If there was such a thing as productive procrastination, this would be it.
Seriously, though, writing this blog is something that I will eventually have to do, but there are more pressing issues. If there was such a thing as productive procrastination, this would be it.
Monday, September 12, 2011
In January I was Cold
In January I was a about to start my last Semester of High School. I had baseball season to enjoy, and classes to endure, and then it was off to college. The so called "real world".
I was scared. I didn't want to know what life was like without seeing my friends every day. I didn't want the day to come when I didn't play football and baseball. I wasn't ready to graduate. There was so much in high school I hadn't done yet. I had never hit a home run. I had never been to a wrestling match. I had never gotten in a fight. I still had so many girls on my list. I wasn't through. I had more to be done than could be done in the time alotted.
I felt like the world was telling me to "Move on, already" while looking at it's watch and tapping it's foot. I wasn't ready too. I couldn't imagine a day where we weren't all together. I knew when we graduated, I would never see alot of them again. I was terrified.
I was scared. I didn't want to know what life was like without seeing my friends every day. I didn't want the day to come when I didn't play football and baseball. I wasn't ready to graduate. There was so much in high school I hadn't done yet. I had never hit a home run. I had never been to a wrestling match. I had never gotten in a fight. I still had so many girls on my list. I wasn't through. I had more to be done than could be done in the time alotted.
I felt like the world was telling me to "Move on, already" while looking at it's watch and tapping it's foot. I wasn't ready too. I couldn't imagine a day where we weren't all together. I knew when we graduated, I would never see alot of them again. I was terrified.
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