You was talking S*** now I'm somebody you would love to be

That's not my son!

I went to my dad's blog today, and I thought that it was cool that I could know what was going on in his life. Then I decided that I should probably start blogging again, because I know you guys missed me.

Last week, on Monday, I fell off my skateboard and knocked out a couple of teeth. I'm totally joking. But I did bust my knee, and I had to get stitches.

I told Bernie that the first thing I thought when I hit the ground was, "I hope I can still skate tomorrow." Apparently I couldn't, because I was in the hospital from 8:35 till 10:46 getting stitches.

I also wasn't able to run or play flag football in PE. It sucked.

Two days later I told myself, "Whatever. I'm going to run today, and I will play too." I was the only one on the blue team that was even trying, and I couldn't even bend my knee all the way.

I am still not supposed to, but I thought that it was probably healed enough so that I could skate yesterday. It was, because I skated for 3 hours with my friend and there was no damage to my knee. We later went to Pepe's, a local taco shop.

I saw some of Tor's friends that I had met before there. I said hi to one of them, Noodles, and she just said, "Why does that kid look so familiar?"

I had to explain that she was the one who taught me how to do ballet. That helped her remember me. How embarrassing.

After she remembered me, she gave me a hug. The other friend, who we will just refer to as "Funny Guy", said "Don't give her a hug, she didn't even remember you dawg."

After we skated with them for a second, we went inside to get some food.
After we ate, we started skating home, and I hit a crack in the sidewalk and I fell off my board and hit my knee. The one with the stitches in it. You know, the one I wasn't supposed to be skating on?

Oh yeah that one.

I called Madre, and she drove me the rest of the eight streets home (I know, I'm a pansy.)

When we got home I put Hydrogen Peroxide on it, and turned on a light to look at it. Apparently I had ripped out one of the stitches. Ouch.

I put a Band-Aid on it and went to bed.

It still stings.

So yeah. That's been my life the past week, sparing some details and small unimportant experiences.

Liarliarliarliar

I L-O-V-E this song

And as I looked around and saw all the destruction I had caused by eating that one last potato chip, I started to laugh.


Anyways...what's up? Haven't talked to you in a while now.

Don't be angry.

I have come to say hello. And to bring good wishes from the planet Aunt Jemima. I am a Syrupian, and our planet is revered for having such professional nerds like me.

Why do people drink cold water? It just gets warm again when it gets into our bodies...

Anyways, now to actually talk about something. It's Fall Break. So we have a week off of school.
So I'm doing stuff with people for fun. You know, like normal people do. I'm actually waiting for a call right now about the mall. But. Yeah. Mom took the phone and left. D:<

This blog post sucks. Bye.

Why hello there...
Im a rapper.

I'm deleting my blog...

Hmmm...I want to blog today, but I don't know what to blog about. I should just make another blog and just type random stuff so that you guys don't have to read about how bored I am. Unless you like reading those posts...

I just feel like, you know. That like, the world is just, like, whatever. You know?

I have an idea! We have these conversation starter things out on the stand by the couch. I'm gonna choose one to blog about. This is gonna be fun!!!

This one's gonna be good:
"What did your parents teach you about marriage?"

Well, my mom always tell me that marriage is not worth it. She says that marriage is like forcing two people to become the same person, and it takes away your independence. She even dedicated a whole blog post about it. Or ten.

But, those have been DELETED!!! So, I can't show you. I can't put like a link or anything.

OH WAIT!!! Here it is!! Click

HAHA! Did you click it?

Anyways, it makes sense to me what her post was saying though. It was saying that Einstein even said that marriage was "Incompatible with human nature". Which makes sense, because Back in however many years B.C.E., our ancestors didn't marry their mates. At least, that's what I think. I might be wrong though. Who knows, maybe they had a divorce percentage of like, 0.5%, that or a divorce percentage of 99.9%. Just sayin'.

My dad has always said that he would never marry again after my mom. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!

Or at least, that's what I remember him saying. You should probably ask him though.

I don't know that I won't ever get married though. I just don't think I would ever marry as young as my mom and dad did. That usually ends in disaster. But not always...

I think I would probably wait until I'm like, thirty or something. I don't know, whenever it seems to be right. I definitely won't have kids until I have a sound source of income though. And I would never move my kids around as much as I have been moved.

Wow, that conversation starter really made a fairly good blog post. What do you guys think? What did YOUR parents teach YOU about marriage? If you do decide to share with the world what your parents taught you about marriage, leave a comment. Or make a blog, at least make sure that I get a link or somethin'.

I am still right here.

Remember my last post were I talked about blogging being a fall-back? Yeah. Those were good times.

Remember way back in the older posts, when I was talking about Teeny wanting to be a fish? That was a fun day.

and remember when

Just joking. I had you there for a second. You were holding your breath I could tell.

Anyways, Today was pretty fun. We got to go cliff jumping at Saguaro Lake.
That one's me, the cliff looks really high in this picture. But it really wasn't that high. In some of the other pictures, it looks like we are about to hit the cliff down below us, but it was off to the left of where we were jumping.

We went to Wendys after we were done. And ate some food. Because that's what people do at Wendys you know?

Unless...what do people do at Wendys anyways?

Yeah. When we got home, we actually went swimming in the pool. Which was crazy. Because we just went swimming. It was a Nacho-type swimming day.

Then some other boring stuff happened, a star cried nuclear tears somewhere, and we ate dinner.

Ain't that a fun day?

My jaw started hurting when I was eating dinner, and still hurts. And you know what I just noticed? It feels just like it did that time I went to the dentist. Weird...maybe there was some kind of mini dentist hiding in my dinner.

Maybe...

Wow.

Okay guys. It's like 12:00 in the morning. And I should probably go to bed. But everyone else is still awake.

They all left me. I'm all alone right now. That's why I'm blogging, it's kind of like a fall-back for me. "crap, I'm REALLY bored and no one's talking to me."

"I KNOW!! I'll go blog!!!"

yeah. That's pretty much how it goes. How the cookie crumbles. Whenever someone says, "The shows not over until the fat lady sings." They're talking about me blogging. Did you know that?

Probably not.

My stomach hurts, kind of like an emo kid's wrists hurt after a week or two of slicing the cookie dough, but TEN TIMES WORSE.

So imagine the WORST pain you have ever experienced, then hype it up a bunch. That's what I'm feeling. Ever broken a leg? My pain's worse. Concussion? Worse. Any injury of yours ever been on Scarred? Worse.

It feels like a horse being stuffed in a room full of cheesecake, then hit with pillows until he pukes. That bad. Seriously.

My arm is really itchy, and it has little red spots all over it. I know, it's lame. Kind of like a party with a bunch of Harry Potter super fanatics.

Ever been to one of those parties? How lame is it?

I was talking to Jerry earlier, and he said that my leg has a huge blue spot on it. I looked down, and guess what? It wasn't a blue spot at all, It was a blue octopus.

Ew. That's really gross, could you please like, not do that?

Yeah. I think you can probably tell that I'm bored.

Okay, Buh-bye guys!

Richard Cheese/Nirvana

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! FUNNY!!!!

We could hang around, by the pool.

Okay, so I haven't blogged in a while.
I know, I know. You guys wish I would blog more often, because I'm so awesome. But, I just didn't feel like it this last summer. SO DEAL WITH IT!

Well, now school's started. So yeah, I'm probably going to be blogging a lot more.

For those of you who don't know, I moved to Arizona two or three weeks ago. The house we're living in has a pool, and not just one of those small ones that you invite all your friends over to see and be like "HAHA! That's too small to swim in!". No. This one's big. It's ten feet deep at the deepest end, and we get to jump off the roof into the pool. But Nacho, not so much. Mom is too worried that he can't jump all the way. Which makes sense, kind of like how a rubik's cube being annoying makes sense. But Nacho swims EVERY DAY. No joke. By the time I come home from school, he's either in the pool, about to go in the pool, or just got out of the pool.

So he's been really hungry lately. The exercise! It makes me HUNGRY!!!!

Mom won't let me eat anything aside from Breakfast, Lunch, After-school snack, and Dinner. Because she says I've been eating too much. She doesn't want me to get fat or something. :)
She makes me drink water because sometimes thrist can be mistaken for hunger, so to prove that I'm really hungry, I'll drink 10+ cups a day. Big cups too. SO HAHA MOM! PUT THAT IN YOUR OVEN AND BAKE IT!

It's really weird explaining my living arrangements to other people though. I'll say something along the lines of "Yeah, my mom doesn't cook dinner anymore, that's Momo's job."

Then the person will say something like "You have two moms?"

So yeah. If THAT'S not awkward, I don't know what is. It's more awkward then a triangle with a bent corner.

I've been playing guitar a lot more now. it's awesome. I'm getting better. BETTER!!!! MORE POWERFUL THAN THE WORLD!!!! Okay, not THAT good. but I'm getting there :)

It smells like pee in my room, and I really need some febreeze right about now. Oust works too.

You smell like teen spirit

Kinda random. I know. But it was still pretty funny. What should I blog about next?

In next week's episode, Logan tries to conquer one of his biggest fears...Unicorns! Tune in next saturday to see what happens. Will he conquer his fear? Or run away screaming?

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Random inspiration

I know this would have been a perfect Mother's day post, but, look at the title.

I love you,
The one who picked me up when I was down,
Who comforted me when I had nightmares,
And fought away the darkness in the night.

I love you,
Who walked for miles to make sure I was fed,
Who did nothing but good for me my whole life,
Who never gave up, despite the darkening storm that is life.

I love you,
Who thought of me and my brother and sister first,
always, no matter what,
I love you, a rock in a storm, a shelter in the rain, I love you, Mom. :)

SUSHI!

Yesterday, I had sushi for the first time. When we got there, the first thing I tried was this albacore tuna stuff, and it was really good. I don't think that I really like lobster though. As of yesterday. Don't judge me.

The funny thing about it though, was when my mom tried the salmon skin roll and freaked out. She was sitting there, close to tears, saying "I CAN TASTE THE SKIN! I CAN TASTE THE SKIN!"
The first thing I thought was "Duh."

She said that it was because of the texture, and I think that she felt the seaweed and freaked out. Oh well. She's insane anyways so, who knows?

Katie Flynn

I was listening to music today, off of one of my favorite albums, when I decided to look up the lyrics. The site I went to had the lyrics and the meaning of the song, and apparently it was about a seven year old girl named Katie Flynn. Interested, I looked further into it, and found that Katie Flynn was with her family after a wedding in a limousine, when the limo got hit by a drunk driver. The wreck was bad, and inside, the whole family was either injured or dead.

"I remember looking in on the limo and seeing Kate and waving goodbye and she waved goodbye and never thought that, that was going to be that type of moment where you're seeing people for the last time," says David, the groom. "It's, I guess, a moment I see every day."

When the wreck was investigated, by none other than little Katie's great uncle. Katie's grandfather, Chris, was lying on the floor, with his legs wrapped around the service bar, which was broken into several pieces.
The rest of the family was piled on top of each other. Katie's father, Neil, had tried to climb out of the limo, despite having his back broken. Jennifer, Katie's mother, foot was injured, and managed to crawl out and was trying to find Katie.

Katie was eventually found, but a terrible thing had happened: Katie had been decapitated by her seat belt.

Jennifer sat on the side of the road for hours, just holding her daughter's head in her lap, staring into her eyes.

"She very lucidly, very calmly said she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't leaving Kate," Lt. Tangney says. "I climbed into the ambulance and I told Jennifer that she'd have to come inside now because Grace needed her, and she said she's not going to let go of Kate. And I asked her if she would give her to me, and at that point she turned her over, kissed her goodbye, and handed her to me."

Neil, who had broken his back, tried to crawl out of the limo.

"I heard my wife screaming, 'Katie's dead,' and I didn't want to accept it so I screamed back, 'No, she's just hurt real bad,'" he says. "I didn't know what Jen knew then."

"How do we start a life when your start is death?" Lisa asks. "It's your wedding day, and now they don't have their child."

Neil and Jennifer say. "Everything I see my children do, I think Kate should be doing. Everything I know they're going to do, I know Kate won't do," he says. "Every time you wake up, you say to yourself, 'This is terrible. I went another day without her,' you know? Or I have to face another day without her. And every night when I go to sleep, I made it through another day and I know it's not going to get any better as long as I'm awake."

For those people out there who say the Holocaust never happened...

My Grave

I hear the pellets drop
My heart yells stop
I see my brother's body fall
For the next group the sergeant gave the call
People stand with their backs against machine guns
We would have left, but papa never had the funds
Ready, Aim, Fire!
Was the only German desire
I wanted to help, but even myself I could not save
Is that why I lie here dead in my grave?

I cried for mama
I cried for papa, everyone did
It seemed as if God, on the world, had placed a lid
But if he could not bare these horors how can I
For I am only a child of the age of nine
I then pondered aloud so that everyone could hear me
"Why has God forsaken thee?"
I had no time for a reply
For now dead in my grave, here I lie.
-By Correena Spangler

In a dream I was a werewolf. My soul was filled with crystal light...

While I was dogsitting I fell asleep and had a strange dream. This is odd in itself because I don't usually have dreams, but I remember this one perfectly.

It was the middle of a very nice day, and I was down by a reservoir with a couple of my friends, when up the hill came some other kids. I didn't pay much attention to them because I thought Hey, if we can hang around here, so can they. Then when they reached the top of the hill, I pointed them out to my friend. She started freaking out and grabbed her other friend to set off down the hill. I didn't understand, but I thought there must be some grudge because as soon as the people reached the top of the hill, they sort of took my friends. Then, I saw some kids with some very vicious dogs. The people had tied up my friends and put them in the fenced area with the dogs. This is the point that I started crying in my dream, because it took me unnaturally long to get to the bottom of the hill. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to run very fast. By the time I did get to the bottom of the hill, it was nighttime. Then I came to this fenced area where some kids where playing a variation on the game of dodgeball. I had second thoughts, but I decided to go around the outer edge of the inside of the fenced area. When I was almost out, I got distracted by a kid talking about who to throw the ball at. He was saying that he should throw it at somebody standing still, because then he could actually hit them. At this I hid behind another guy, but kept walking. The dodgeball came and hit me in the face, and I just kept walking. The guy said "What the? Oh, I see, he's running."

When I was almost to the fenced area with the big dogs, I was blocked by a form of barrier that I cannot describe because it does not really exist. It was more of a spiritual barrier than a physical one. So, I went through my friend J's house, and I got caught up again, but listening in on my friend's conversation. He said something about "His(J's) grandparents and their son are visiting."
Fearing that it would impede my progress, I hurried to go down the stairs and out the back door. I ran into J's dad, but he didn't seem to mind that I was intruding. I went as fast as I could(finally being able to run) down the stairs and stepped on the dog's leg. I looked back, but did not slow. I ran outside right as J's dad opened the window, and I hopped over a chain link fence, going fast enough to clear it without having to touch it. But then there was another chain link fence, and this one snagged on my pants. I eventually got off the fence, and I hit the ground, rolled, then stood up. I started telling J's dad about what I was doing, and then I kept running, crying because I feared that I was too late to save my friend.

I jumped onto a pool cover, and it started to sink, but I got across safely. I remember seeing J's dad on his phone, calling the cops. I went around the corner and got on the tramp that was waiting. The fenced area had dissapeared, and I found my friend. By this time, it had turned to early morning. But she didn't look the same, and somehow halfway through the dream, I switched who I was looking for. I asked if she was [Friend] and she nodded and said "Of course I'm [Friend]."

Bored.

Wow. So, I'm really bored. I guess sitting at home in front of the computer listening to music just isn't good enough for me. I tried to get out of the house, i really did, but the Thingummys just won't leave me alone. Today I got my yearbook signed though. and, I was surprised at how awesome people think I am.

Dude you are freaking amazing! Have a great summer! - C.

And that's coming from the girl who thinks that everyone is immature and not funny.
I had so many people sign that people I don't even know signed it.

Have an super awesome SUMMER - K.

who is this kid? I have no idea, but he must think I'm pretty awesome, huh?

Then in math I asked the girl next to me to sign

Have a good summer - T.

Have a GOOD summer? Not even a GREAT summer? How freaking half-hearted and lame is that? But still, she must think I'm awesome.

Have a great summer (weird signature) (what appears to be their number)
See you next year!!

Huh? I don't even know who signed this, because there was no name, but they MUST think that I am the most awesome person alive.

Sup Logan!! H.A.G.S. Your Best friend -D. K. (His number)

I mean, how can you NOT be convinced of my awesomeness?

I did not explode lol - I.

Do I need to say anything? She DIDN'T explode guys.

YWRAPLTS

I don't know what this means, or who wrote it, but it's in there none the less.

Well, I'm finished talking about people who wish they were me.

How about a journal entry? YAY!!!

One day I was walking along a river when out of nowhere a hobo popped up. He looked hungry, so I gave him a pebble to chew on. To show his gratitude, he said he would grant me three wishes. Of course, everyone knows that hobos can only grant wises that don't defy the laws of physics. So, I wished first for some hash browns, then for a couple of eggs. This of course left me with a full stomach and one more wish. So I wished that I could have a pen and a notebook, and that's how this story came to be written down.

I would not like to live on a houseboat, because that way the Humperdinkles could get to me. However, there are some advantages. For example, you could meet a lot of people named Colleen. Eating cheese would be a lot easier. You could find a lot of little baby snails. I think that running the risk with Humperdinkles is too much though.

Last day that I can read these aloud to my class :(
but I got to bring my notebook home, so now you are going to act like my class :)