Reasons I love Mrs. Smith's Class (A List)

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Life Takes Some Funny Twists and Turns Sometimes

Like there's this really (well so I've been told) wonderful thing called Senior Week. And it's where people who JUST graduated high school all go to the beach and stir up trouble. I was really excited when I made plans to go with all my friends. Oh the trouble we were going to stir. So all was going well until my (sometimes) evil mother had to be all "YOU ARE NOT GOING TO THE BEACH WITH YOUR IDIOT FRIENDS AND STIRRING UP TROUBLE. I KNOW WHAT GOES ON THERE AND I AM NOT HAVING MY SON BE ANY PART OF IT!!!!!!" (Please don't tell her plenty of trouble is stirred in Anderson) Ok so anyways she wouldn't let me go and I was really mad about the whole situation. So the weeks after graduation all my friends got to go off and stir trouble while I had to have the worst post-high school week ever...all...by...myself.
And then it hit me, Randall was home! Randall is my best friend that isn't my age, and honestly he trumps some of them. He's in the tenth grade, so he's 15. And alot of people are like "oh elliott you hang out with 15 year olds grow up blah blah blah" But he's my boy. So...I'm going to be his friend no matter what people say.
Ok so Randall was home. I could hang out with Randall!!! Wrong. Randall stirred up some trouble of his own and was grounded ALL month.
That wiped it. This was gonna be the worst week ever. All that you have just read was going through my head the night before graduation. I was looking ahead to the worst week ever. So then the next morning I graduated of course, and then to my surprise (well not really because I knew about it and had just forgotten) my whole family came over and gave me graduation presents. I got a new cell phone, a new laptop, and money totalling over $1,000.
So maybe this was gonna be a good week after all! All this money and nice things. Except for nobody to spend it with and nobody to show my nice things to. Sadness. Then my dad noticed that my tires were so old there was wire showing. So he took me and bought me a brand new set of truck tires. While we were killing time waiting on them to be done putting the tires on my truck, my new cell phone started ringing. I didn't recognize the number. I wasn't going to answer. My dad implored me to answer it. I'm glad I did, because it was White Jones ACE Hardware, calling about my application. I was hired. Which was really awesome. Now I wouldn't have to blow all my graduation money on food and video games and stuff (Which...haha....I may have done anyway). So Now I was employed, I started the next week. I'm also still working there. What if I wouldn't have answered? I might not have a job. I wouldn't have answered on senior week. That's for sure.
A couple days later, my dad surprised me with Rush tickets, and we went to see them. It was an amazing concert I loved it!
So that week turned out to be WAYYYY better than stirring up trouble at the beach with my "idiot friends"
What a plot twist.

Sometimes I feel like Superman

Sometimes I feel like Superman. Like when I get something right that nobody thought I would., or when a teacher calls on me in class because they think I'm not paying attention and I own them.
Great example. I work at White Jones. The one on North Main, not South Main. Ok, so I cut keys, and car keys are hard to cut, but Toyota keys are like the hardest keys there are. Usually Red has to cut them (Red is the oldest guy in the store that had been cutting keys for like 30 years and even HE has trouble with Toyota keys sometimes). Ok so the other day this guy comes in with a Toyota key and I had just start cutting it, and this other guy, who is kind of the boss, but not the boss (The ACE Hardware chain of command is VERY complex) comes over and is all "Since you started finish it, but that key isn't going to work, this customer is going to have to come back when Red is here so he can cut it"
So, I ignored the condescension, and cut the key. Then went out to the customer's car and had them try the key. It worked, and although it may seem asinine to you, for about 7 minutes after that I felt like Superman.

I love lemons

I love lemons
I love Mrs. Smith's English Class

Mrs. Smith is FABULOUS!