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| So I guess it turns out that I don't update this anymore. Maybe I should. I know like 4 people that still use this. Not like they would read anything. They aren't reading this. They're jerks.
I'll update someday. I promise. Actually, I don't promise. But I will raise hopes by suggesting that an update in the near future, or at all, is a possibility. Yeah, that works. Good night.
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| After a gentle reminder from Mr. Scott "Super" Sowers it became apparant that tomorrow is the best of all Holidays (after Grinch Night, of course). It is INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!! I am typically pretty good about remembering a holiday of such significance, but I guess I was distracted by all of the women around me, the super villains I am fighting, and this blasted "trifold" about the Andromeda Constellation.
Pirate talk is the coolest kind of talk possible. So cool, infact, that wild parrots have no problem repeating it. The parrots know how cool it is, do you? ...well you should! Tomorrow you all should try it (assuming you read this in time, or already know about it and just haven't participated yet). If you refuse to participate or find out about it too late and don't get a chance to participate, real pirates will come into your house September 20 (The day after International Pirate Day) at midnight and either give you a curse to make you a zombie strictly when around the moon, or a curse to make you a fishcreatureman. The choice is your's to make.
International Talk Like A Pirate Day is a wonderful holiday and I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise. I'll even wear my eyepatch (which is see-though, because I lost my black one) and my hook (which is actually a chainsaw, because Evil Dead is pretty awesome). I encourage everyone to participate in it tomorrow. And then we can all participate in other awesome holidays like Pi Day, They Day, and the Day of The Ninja later this year. See you land lubbers then! (Pirate talk)
PS-The "current music" selecter is way way better on xanga than Myspace. | | |
| So I was at WalMart today. And I always have to walk through the electronic section for whatever reason. And I happened to see a movie that I must see soon. It is the third installment in the I Know What You Did Last Summer series. Called "I'll ALWAYS Know What You Did Last Summer". The reason why this brand-new, straight-to-DVD movie is so awesome is I used to lie to people and tell them that there was a third one called "I'll Always Know What You Did Several Summers Ago". What a crazy world we live in. A crazy, random, ironic...retarded world. | | |
| Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter (not to be confused with the Crocodile Dundee) died today. And while some may find it hilarious that he died from a stingray sting, which is almost impossible to die from, and he managed to survive everything else on earth, I am not here to make jokes. I am just here to provide the true story about the death of this heroic reptile wrestler.
The Crocodiles are a very proud race (unlike Aligators, who are frequently made into purses) and hated Steve Irwin for always beating them in wrestling matches. Wrestling is a sacred sport in the crocodile race and is not to be taken lightly. Steve took it lightly. A little too lightly for them. After years of being taunted (sometimes with children as bait), wrestled, defeated, and shamed, the crocs enacted revenge.
The crocs knew that Irwin was a master of battle on the land. And even in the mud he was phenominal. But then they thought, what if you take the land out of the mud, what do you get? Water. And what if you add trillions of gallons of water to the water you got from subtracting land from mud? You get the ocean. Where Steve Irwin is not trained to do extreme battle.
The crocodiles hired the stingrays, an animal that is different enough from a crocodile that Irwin would not know how to properly protect himself from a sneak attack. While in the ocean, thinking of ways to annoy animals on camera, a stingray hired by the bitter crocs swam to Irwin without warning and attacked! The stingray stung Irwin right in his heart. It was as if Cupid had shot The Crocodile Hunter...except with a venomus arrow that would cause you to die, instead of fall in love.
The crocs have succeeded in their revenge, even though the cowards could not finish the job themselves! Steve Irwin's only goal in life was to make people happy and outlive all crocodiles so that he may rule the world's swamps some day with his family. He would have reached that goal, because he shot for the moon and reached for the stars. But in the end, he flew a little too close to the sun. A little too close to the sun.
And so this is in memory of Steve Irwin. Someday we will see him in heaven. And until then, to you, Steve, I say, "See you later, Alligator. After a while, Crocodile...HUNTER!!!!!"
Facts in the memory of Steve | | |
| Well it is a week into the new school year. I guess I should rant now.
The new kind of Focus class is probably the worst thing about the new school year. Focus started last year, as an extention on the first block class, in order to give us 30 minutes each day to work on homework. This year Focus is it's own class that takes place twice a week and last for 80 or 90 or something minutes. And this time there is a schedule involved. So this time that was originally scheduled for doing work is now being taken up by silent reading and class room activities.
Yes, this study/homework-make up time is filled with skills-building activities, silent reading, and my teacher randomly talking to me about how she can't have sugar. One positive thing scheduled during Focus is a make-up test time, if you need it. The problem with this is that the starting time for taking this test of yours' is on a very strict and tight schedule. If you do not make it down to the designated make-up test-taking area/zone within the time limit Mr. Ramey will turn you away and send you back to class. But not before ridiculing with phrases like "Grandma is slow, but SHE'S OLD!" and then pushing you down a flight of stairs.
Focus class contains students from every grade. Which is ok if you have it with someone you are friends with. But chances are, you wont. I don't know a single person. And I think I may be the only senior. No one knows exactly what causes what students to end up in what class. There appears to be no rhyme or reason to it. Even the counselors don't know. My counselor actually said on the subject that "only the shadow knows". ...Now I don't know what means. But it's kinda funny.
Probably the most random thing about Focus class is that before Focus, the side doors are locked. So if you are heading to your Focus class, you can only use the main doors. I don't understand the purpose of this. But I also don't understand the purpose of the "being tardy to lunch" policy.
Basically, the bottom line is that Focus class combines all the worst elements of homeroom, seminar, and study hall with a crazy beat-the-clock game. | | |
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