Jonathan and Justin

Yes, I said I would dedicate a post to you, so here it is.

SLEEPOVER!

Last night I had a sleepover at my one teacher's house with a bunch of other people. Her house is HUGE and has a pool table, hot tub, go cart, and a playstation 2. Plus, she has a boa constrictor which is pretty cool. Okay, that pretty much sums it up. I got back around three o' clock and then went to a wedding. You know what, I just realized that I am making everything I say sound boring. I must be too tired or something. Goodnight, hopefully I can get a post up earlier tommorow. Not that anybody is actually reading this, but...yeah...

PHONE CALL OF DOOM!!!

I am trying to hook you into my entirely pointless unnecasary blog by putting on catchy titles. That might make the good title for a cheap horror flick, don't you think? Anyway, I got off the phone with my friend Skylar, and now he is going to start a blog. From what I hear, his blog is going to be pretty packed with absolute pointless randomness as well. He is having a bit of trouble deciding wheather to make it a behind the scenes look at the upcoming film the sharpeners of the lost pencil or whether to have it be more centered around a study on if it is possible to control short chubby people with your mind. Or both. I don't know. I was just looking for an excuse to write a new entry, that's all, so I guess thisone is pretty much done. Oh! I just thought of another one! But I'll put that in a seperate entry, to make it easier. Actually that would make it harder. Oh well, I don't really care anymore. THIS ENTRY IS COMPLETED!

uh oh, the world is doomed

This is day one of summer vacation, and at this moment I have done absolutly nothing remotly significant at all. IT IS TIME TO GO FORTH WITH MY EVIL PLAN. Now, if I can only get this script put on the air...

Announcer: Hello, and welcome to the EVIL CHEF SHOW! Here's you host...
Me: (in a fake brittish accent) Welcome to the show. Today we are going to learn how to make a delicious meal I just KNOW you will enjoy. First, get a large mixing bowl. Now what I want you to do is mix in it the following ingredients: chile powder, ground pepper, crushed up red hots, and tiny slivers of glass. Now I want you to measure out a level teaspoon of this mixture, add one drop of lemon juice, then rub it vigourously into your eyes.
Announcer: OW! MY EYES! THEY BURN! AAA!
Me: Kindly shut up. Now, what I want you to do is place inside the same bowl some raw eggs, some gunpowder, and a bottle of weedkiller. Put it in the oven and cook it for one million years at a BAJILLION degrees farenheight, then take it out, add some gasloline, light your hair on fire, AND THEN STICK YOUR STUPID HEAD INTO THE BOWL!
Announcer: MY HEAD! IT'S GETTING BLOWN UP! HELP!
Me: Sorry, that's all the time we have for today. Join me next week when we learn how to make scrambled eggs using a platapus, a butcher knife, and a few prunes.

See that is the kind of thing I do when I'm bored. But you know, I'm starting to think I actualy should start a show like that. Hmmmmm...

Welcome

Hello, and welcome to the beggining of a wonderful series of postings that may make you laugh, possibly make you cry, and most definetly bore you out of your head. So, with that in mind, proceed at your own risk...

Today was my very last day of school. Not ever, but for this year at least. I have to admit I got a bit emotional as all the memories of the year flooded back. Oscar yelling "#$@! you" at the top of his lungs whenever there was an akward silence. Or not an akward silence. Pretty much all of the time. See, my friend has kind of issues with needing to say something profane every 24 seconds. Or, if not that, something entirely irrelivent to the conversation.

Me: Hi Oscar
Oscar: %#$@ off.
Me: Well what was that for?
Oscar: Because I hate you.
Me: Hate me? I'm like your best friend.
Oscar: No $#!@ sherlock!
Me: You know, you might want to cut down on the profanity.
Oscar: Recpect you elders son.
Me: I'm older that you!
Oscar: Did I ask you?

Yup, okay, feel free to run away screaming now.