Saturday, December 31, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I think I'm gonna start a monthly random comic dump for the kids at the end of every month.
Oh yah, and since its winter holidays Im gonna update "whenever the hell i feel like it" versus, well, whenever the hell I feel like it.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
(:T, :I, >:L, :F, ;A;, :3, >:3, and the list can go on)
Id like to think this is my fault but no, its everyone elses for not using thei computer to a disgusting degree like this kid over here.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Songs of the year.
January: Runs in the family- Amanda Palmer
Febuary: Untitled- Social Distortion
March: 100 Times Fuckeder- NoFX
April: One Way Ticket To Fuckneckville- NoFX
May:Rise- Eddie Vedder
June: Heart Attack/Handle This- Sum 41
July: Extraordinary- Suicide Machines
August: Where Is My Mind?- the Pixies (I also re-read Horribleville, so that explains a lot)
September: White People for PEace- Against Me!
October: She's Like A Rainbow- The Rolling Stones
November:Rain Wizard- Black Stone Cherry
December:Seeing Double At The Triple Rock- NoFX
Awww what? No Dubstep? Maybe thats because dubstep lacks any literary substance. Go read a book, kids.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
"Happy" weekend to you all (my weekend pretty much rocked, save for right now)
I'm unreasonably pissed off at things that don't even register as problems, and you guys get to deal with it. But first: Heres a long-awaited shout to my two friends Kit Tizzy Bombtastic and Nodjkqr, whomofwhich both have blogs, but for some reason these blogs arent as popular as mine, even though they are way better written!
But anyway, on with this shit.
Yeah, I dont really know what to call this feeling properly, but 'disgruntled' fits too well. Im angry at my facebook feed, Im angry at school, im angry at my friends, im angry at minecraft, skyrim, my brother, my dog, and the fucking pizza place. but I have no reason to be. My facebook feed can be closed, the only person that can make school less shitty is me, my friends did nothing wrong, minecraft is really fun, even moreso when you run it, skyrim can be left alone, my brother has his own life to live, my dog will bark, and its not my fault that the people who work at the pizza place cant drive yet. So what the fuck?
Why am I so unsettled?
I need to get into an old fashioned fistfight with someone, methinks...
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Happy Saturday, everyone. Wow. I crawl from the shadowy depths of my well-lit basement for one second, and the entire world is in uproar about how broke they are, and now they’re being all homeless on purpose, occupying the streets, bitching about this “1%”. Me, having little to no knowledge about whats going on, am deciding to share my opinions about it because I have a small audience and an internet connection. Here I go. (BE WARNED: THIS ENTIRE POST WILL BE THE PRODUCT OF NOTHING BUT MY OWN IGNORANCE. I HAVE DONE ABSOLUTELY NO RESEARCH. DONT QUOTE ME OR USE ME AS A SOURCE FOR ANYTHING. YOU WILL FAIL WHATEVER PROJECT YOUD BE USING ME FOR AND YOUR TEACHER WOULD HATE US BOTH IF THEY DONT HATE ME ALREADY.)
So, here’s what I see happening. There's a metric fucktonne of people. Everywhere. And they all live in countries. These countries have governments, and these governments need lots of money from the people that live in these countries. And then something happened in like, 2007, and the entire world suddenly didn’t have money. Greece flipped the fuck out, and now they’re in a complete state of anarchy, but everyone’s content with just stowing that under the rug for now. And then in 2009-2010, North America had some money, but that didn’t last long for some reason, and now we have another worldwide economic fuckpile. There were some vicious riots in London, but they’re always mad about something or other, be it that university is too expensive, or FUCK THE ECONOMY,(they’re the birthplace of punk rock, so what do we expect) or something but I digress... Anyway, so one thing led to another, and now some schmucks in America found out that there’s 1% of the American population that doesn’t pay taxes because they’re super crazy rich or something. That made America very mad. And the rest of the world apparantly, So a bunch of people went to wall street, and started peacefully protesting. The rest of the world slowly followed suit, occupying their own streets, in cities worldwide, and now the European Union (Europe’s trading bloc, thank-you social 10-1) is deteriorating because Europe’s run out of money AND THEN CALGARY DID IT TO. WHY? WE HAVEN'T HAD AN ORIGINAL IDEA SINCE CHALLENGER FUCKING BLEW UP THATS WHY. So I don’t know why the entire worlds protesting, but I like to think they’re trying to send the fat cats in wall street a message that theyre fucking dump and should disperse taxes among all 100% of the population, so that the US can have more money, resume trading, and everyone sle can have money, too. But I don’t know. That’s wishful thinking. Also, memebase has tried to talk about it a lot. Writing things in sharpie about how theyre the 1% of something or other. Heres what I have to say (Aside from all that hogshit up there^):
The protests are going to do no good if you're protesting by any means that follow the rules. The reason there are laws about protesting are to keep it as ineffective as possible. If you're not willing to die for a cause, you're not willing to fight for it at all.
This message I taped to my door is a response to how fucking stupid I think the Occupy protests are and the 0% shows my abhorring indifference to the entire concept.
My dad saw it and took a picture to show people at work, and he thought it was me saying that I wasn't gonna clean my room. I didn't even think my room was messy. the people he showed did at least side with me, somehow. Oh well, I cleaned my room up a little anyway because that wasn't the point.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Wha-ho! Hey everyone, It's been awhile! There have been many reasons for this, but I don’t wanna talk about it right now, these last few weeks were too interesting. What I wanna talk about most though is last weekend, which I spent in Canmore at (yup, you guessed it) THE VIC LEWIS FESTIVAL! I already made a post about this, though I didn’t explain much! Well it is a yearly thing, happens every November, and its a thing where a few bands from Calgary get together and... Ignore each-other! Yeah! Anyway, this was a weekend, so lemme break it down for ya like this:
Friday was a normal school day for us (considering fridays end at like noon this isnt that big a deal) so this shit just flew by. I had a math quiz that I bombed because seriously if I gave less of a fuck id be taking one.
So anyway, school overed, but apparently the roads were really bad on the way to Canmore so we almost didn’t go, but HEY WE DID ANYWAY because FUCK YOU, NATURE. So we all packed our shit up, drove on a big ass bus to Canmore, unpacked, and not a lot happened that night, except for a big ol game of apples to apples where we actually managed to run out of green cards somehow. Yup. (Helen Keller and Adolf Hitler remain the greatest cards, By the Way)
the night was long and kind of cumbersome, the people in my room were kind of dicks, but more on that later...
The day started way too early, and with nothing to sustain me but the shitty hotel coffee that SOMEONE drank ALL OF the night before because APPARANTLY IT HELPS THEM SLEEP, it was kind of a stressful start. Oh yeah, and we were up and out about fourty-five minutes early. Way the fuck to go, everyone -slowclap-
anyway, some other random bullshit happened, we ended up where we were supposed to go, we played our music, and quite beautifully I may add, our adjudicator loved us, ad awesominum.
Other than that, it was a pretty relaxed day of dickin' around an empty high school with nothing to do but watch happy people shove their happiness in my face. Me, being quite fed up with the circumstances, totally ditched and went and got some poutine: Proof that there is indeed some kind of god, and they’re lookin' out for me. It was greasy concession stand poutine, too. Salty, warm, and filthier than what you'd find under Louise's bed. JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT.
Anyway, on with moar Saturday talk. There was a coalition for a tim's run, then it was back to the hotel for a few quick games of Prez, and then back to the school fer the best thing ever. T3H DANCE! LOLZOMGWTFBBQTROMPZORZAGARFZZZZFFGHASDFKLAGKLRASDFZZZSHSHZSHZSBZSHZSHHHHH-*dies*- but k seriously ive never had more fun at a dance than that one. THERE WERE GLOWSTICKS, AND DEADMAU5, AND AND AND THERE WAS KIDS DOING THE MACERENA TO DUBSTEP AND AND AND IT WAS FUCKING RAD! :D Seriously, I had a fucking blast. AND THEN IT GOT RUINED. Remember how I said the people in my room were kind of dicks? Yeah I was speaking in hyperbole. They were superdicks, not even kidding. Fuck, by the end of the night I felt as helpless and unwanted as Piggy from Lord Of The Flies...
BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER. ONWARDS. THE REST OF THE NIGHT WAS PRETTY FUCKING FUN. I WENT RIGHT TO SLEEP FOR ONCE WHICH WAS REALLY NICE.
SUNDAY. OH DEAR GOD SUNDAY.
You know in Alien, when that guy had the chest burster alien in his stomach? Thats how I felt that morning. And the bacon smell didnt help. THE BACON SMELL. DIDNT FUCKING HELP.
This feeling didnt really go away for quite some time. When I was on the bus I felt like shit. When I was shambling up the steps in the school I felt like shit. When I was trying not to throw up while listening to Aberhart concert Band's set I felt like shit. Eventually I just gave up, pulled my jacket over my head and passed out for a little while. I woke up every so often, cautiously checking my phone to see when my clinic was. When it came about time I sprung to my feet and flailed down the steps through the hallway, and apparated a pair of drumsticks because I fucking could. I didnt question this burst of energy, but accepted it as retribution for the shitty morning I had. It wasnt until after lunch when I bounced back fully. But the more I obtained in vitality I lost in emotional state. I continued to get sadder and sadder, and more and more jealopus of those around me. AND THEN FLETCHER CMAE AND MADE EVERYTHING BETTER BCAUSE THAT KIDS A FUCKING CHAMP. But then I got really lonely and sad again. And then we went home, I bitched about everything, and I went to sleep, not to return to school until after lunch, because band was cancelled, and I had spare second period.
Look who the cat dragged back from the dead.
Me? Is it me? Yeah, its me. HAve I gotten over my depression? Eh, it comes and goes. But who cares?
Wanna see some new posts?
Dont answer that, I KNOW YOU DO!
Expect one tomorrow?
Monday, October 3, 2011
My initial driving force?
My every inch of feeling I put behind this little blog that thought it could but really, really couldnt?
Yeah. It just deteriorated. Any aspect of desire I had to keep this going has just suddenly died.
...And the worst part?
I know why.
I know why this all fell through.
I know what happened to me.
In case you guys havent noticed, I've been kinda down lately.
I've been very selective as to who I talk about these feelings with (Ive only really told two people whats going on)
One of them being Ms. Barclay, my CALM teacher. (The course sucks, but- this teacher is one super rad lady, I'll get to that in a minute) she picked up and related to this instantly.
She told me it sounded like depression.
Like, not just teen angsty hormonal sad, but actual honest to goodness depression.
This fact scared me. What scared me more is this isnt just something i can repress and run away from. This feeling is something that creeped up on me until I couldn't escape it. It surrounded me. this looming heavy sense of doubt and despair, that little voice in tha bck of my head that kept saying "you can't" making a rapid crescendo.
And it feels absolutely awful.
Some days you dont even feel like living.
Other days you feel like you're not fit for the world around you, like theres something wrong with you. Something so wrong that you dont even belong.
sometimes it just becomes too much, you become so overwhelmed that you cant fight it anymore, so you break down and curl up into this ball, a decrepit shell building around you, just you contained with all of your loud negative feelings. You dont feel ready for the world. You feel totally ready to have the world have its way with you.
I say again, this feels absolutely. Awful.
And the worst part, again?
You dont even know why. You can't figure out the main cause of this awful feeling, and you cant fight it. You just have to sit there. Sit there and deal. Let it become way bigger than you can endure, and let it break you down into nothing.
Ms. Barclay showed me somehting today.
She showed me that there are people out there who are on the same boat as I am.
She showed me there are people out there, that when it feels like the entire world has turned its back on you, there are people that care. there are people that will always care.
...I just really felt the need to share that with you. I havent had a proper update in over four months, and you deserve an explanation.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Yup, blowin the dust offa this olld blog.
Oh man. The first scene. So we got three witches in a storm, talkin about meeting again when this awful brutal battle is over. ITs not gonna last too long.
Scene two is dumb. More on that later.
we got some scottish bros talking about a revolt or something. Not a big deal.
Theyre talkin about Macbeth or something. I mean, who is this brouchebag? Oh apparantly hes sone totally badass dude who fucked the Norwegians shit like it was going out of style. This bro was pretty brutal. Carvin up Norwegians, man this is some heavy Black Metal shit up in here. And then MacDouagh. This dude got FUCKED UP. This dude tried to be all turncoat n shit but Macbeth went all God Emperor on his ass. DEATH TO THE HERETIC! So MacBeth totally was OWNING. and then the Viking King of Norway, Lord Fuckwrecker, unleashed an army of viking Beserkers. with storm bolters. This was all told by a soldier. Hes bleedin. OMG im gonna doodle this out. its gonna be sick.
Friday, August 26, 2011
I apologize for the severe lack of quality posts this summer, I was out doin stuff im sorry.
So, anyway to make sure that doesnt happen during grade eleven, Ive decided to start up a schedule.
1.Cap'n Doodles story arc #1 Part 1
3. Little adventures
4. Cap'n Doodles story arc #1 Part 2
Yep, updatin every sunday like "normal"
Not gonna start till sunday after though. Sorry to get your hopes up everyone. Joey's gotta go on wilderness sabatical. Gotta run away from all the sterff thats weighin him down. Catch ya guys later, stay classy.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I am updating just to let you know I aint dead. Just confused.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
OKAY. BLOGGY BLOG TIME.
I DON’T REMEMBER EVERYTHING FROM MY TRIP BUT I DO REMEMBER YOU. OR LACKTHEREOF. NOT A WHOLE
I MEAN, SO IS
OH OKAY LETS RUN UP A 90 DEGREE SAND DUNE AND VAULT THE ONE ON TOP OF IT OH HEY DID I LAND WRONG NO BIG DEAL ITS LIKE THE SOFTEST SAND EVER JUST ROLL DOWN THAT SHIT LIKE WATER OFF A GOOSES BACK OR SOMETHIN. AND THEN THE OCEAN I GOTTA TLAK ABOUT THE OCEAN. SHIT WAS TIGHT. IT WAS ALL PRETTY N SHIT BUT SWEET BUTTERY JESUS EASTER DINNER IS IT COLD. LIKE, GAD DAMN. ANYWAY FRISCO WAS AWESOME. LIKE REALLY AWESOME. LIKE, THERE ISNT A SINGLE NORMAL PART OF THAT
LOL, EVER LOOKED AT A HILL OR WHATEVER AND BEEN LIKE “I WONDER HOW MANY INDIANS POOPED HERE CENTURIES AGO…” YEAH I SAID INDIANS REFERRING TO ABORIGINALS. AGAIN DEAL WITH IT! YOU WANT STRAIGHT-EDGE PC CONTENT GO WATCH YOUR PUBLIC ACCESS TELEVISION. THIS SHIT ISNT PC. ALSO, LISTENING TO NOFX HAS GIVEN ME SOME NEW INSIGHT AS TO HOW TO HATE SOMEONE FOR A PROPER REASON. LIKE, YEAH. ALSO I HATE HATE HATERS. YOU HEARD ME. PEOPLE WHO HATE HATE. I HATE EM. CHEW ON THAT ONE, ABBOT AND COSTELLO. YEAH. SHOWIN YALLS WHATFERR. I KNOW WHATS UP. I KNOW EVERYTHING. IM THE KING OF
LIKE THE PLACE I AM VISITING ACTUALLY EXISTS, IT IS REACHABLE. WHEN I FLY ON A PLANE, I FEEL LIKE THE PLANE IS LIKE A PORTAL TO A MYSTICAL REALM AND THE DESTINATION IS IN MAGICAL FAILRYLAND WHERE NOTHING EXISTS AND THE POINTS DON’T MATTER. AWE YEAH WHOSE LINE REFERENCES FTW. MAN IN THE SOUTH IT GETS PRETTY HOT INLAND THOUGH ILL TELL YOU WHAT. LIKE, TRUCK TIRES EXPLODE REGULARLY. I GOT A RUSTY HUBCAP I FOUND ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD IN
WERE GETTING BROAD SIDE SCHOOL FED UP THE BONE BULGE!
YEAH, I SAID IT. SCHOOL FED. OUR EDUCATION SYSTEM IS BLOCKING OUT IMPORTANT INFORMATION AND GIVING
BLAH. IM JUST RIDDEN WITH IGNORANT TEEN ANGST AND I WANT TO BE MAD AT MY GOVERNMENT EVEN THOUGH I DON’T HAVE A REASON TO BE. FUCK.
BUT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW MORE. I WANT RAW KNOWLEDGE HERE. ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT, ABOUT THE EDUCATION SYSTEM. ABOUT THE INEQUALITY AND HYPOCRICY. I MEAN, IM ONLY IN GRADE ELVEN, AHVENT LEARNED EVERYTHING YET BUT THE WAY THINGS HAVE BEEN GOING THE LAST ELEVEN YEARS IT DOESN’T LOOK LIKE IM GONNA GET TO UNLESS I TAKE ACTION OF SOME KIND. AGH IM GONNA HAVE TO RESEARCH MYSELF! GOOD GOD! EVER SINCE FAT MIKE BROUGHT OUT TEGAN AND SARA AND LIKE SAID “THESE TWO KNOW ABOUT HOW FUCKED UP YOUR GOVERNMENT IS” I WANNA KNOW TOO. I WANT TO BE AWARE OF THE TRUE HYPOCRACY
I WANT A REASON TO BE ANGRY SO I CAN BE COOL LIKE TEGAN AND SARAAAA!!!!
WOW WHAT A FUCKING LAME BABY POSER I AM.
ALSO I WANNA GET MY LEANRERS WHEN I GET HOME.
NIKKI! …GIVE ME A RIDE TO THE AMA PLEASE? OK COOL.
ANYWAY, THIS IS LIKE, FOUR AND A HALF PAGES LONG. SICK. LETS KEEP IT GOING. WHOEVER READS THIS WHOLE THING EMAIL ME. ILL KNOW CAUSE THERES GONNA BE A REDICULOUSLY EASY QUESTION AT THE END AND I WANT YOUR ANSWER IN AN EMAIL. OR A GMAIL MESSAGE OR AN ACTUAL LETTER OR YOU CAN WRITE IT IN LAMBS BLOOD ON MY WALLS WHEN IM ASLEEP. THE GIRLFREIND AND I JUST LOVE IT! ONE THING I NEVER GOT. THE WORD FRIEND.I BEFORE E OR E BEFORE I? THIS IS ALL MS. VERNEYS FAULT. I SPELLED JUST FINE BEFORE HER ASS CAME AND WRECKED MY SHIT. HMM. BUT WELL WHATEVER I DEAL WITH IT LIKE A MAN. I SHOULDN’T BE TOO MAD AT HER. SHE GOT ME OUT OF GYM EVERY WEDNESDAY IN GRADE NINE. SHIT WAS TOO SICK. LIKE, ISTEAD OF PLAYING OUTSIDE WITH MY FRIENDS I GET SO SIT IN AN EMPTY CLASROOM AND DO MATH THAT THE OTHER KIDS DON’T HAVE TO DO?
THANKS A METRIC FUCKTON, MS. VERNEY!
MAN I LOVES ME SOME CAPSLOCK. IF THIS IS DIFFICULT TO READ FOR YOU GUYS, I APOLOGIZE. BUT HEY, YOURE STICKING THROUGH WITH IT AND I RESPECT THAT. YOU GUYS ARE TOUGH. YOU HAVE EARNED MY RESPECT. HOWS THAT FOR YOU. GOOD. IM GLAD. ANYWAY, WELL SURE THIS IS IN ALL CAPS, BUT AT LEAST ITS LIKE, SEMI GRAMTATICALLY CONSCIOUS. IF YOU TAKE ISSUE WITH MY WRITING, I HAVE A COMPLAINT LINE. YEAH, CALL TOLL-FREE AT 1-800-KISS-MY-ASS. SHIT ACTUALLY DON’T CALL THAT ONE. IT MAY ACTUALLY BE A REAL NUMBER. I DON’T REALLY HAVE A COMPLAINT LINE, THAT WAS JUST A JOKE. HAHA? THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT. ANYWAY, I GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN MY BULLSHIT THAT I NEVER STOPPED TO ASK HOW YOUR DAY IS GOING. HOW ARE THINGS WITH YOU? THAT’S NICE. ITS GOOD THAT WE ARE ABLE TO TALK LIKE THIS. DON’T BE A STRANGER NOW, YOU HEAR? YOURE A GOOD FRIEND. ANYWAY, IM LOST AS FUCK. I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF IM IN THE
I WISH EVERYTHING WAS MADE OF THAT SAND. ID WALK AROUND BARE FEET EVERWHERE AND I’D FUCKING JUST RUN SUPER FAST. NO BIKE NO CAR JUST RUN. RUN. THERES A HILL? 90 DEGREES? RUN UP DEM SHITS. DIG YOUR FEET RIGHT INTO THE SIDE. FUCKING FLY. I MISS THE SAND DUNES. IT WAS TOO MUCH FUN. TOO MUCH TOO GOOD TOO GOOD. MIND BLASTING. HAHA. DOORNAILS. THE DUDE FROM OLD MAN MARKLEY HELP WITH THIS ONE. IM STILL TALKIN ABOUT THAT SHOW, IT WAS ALSO TOO GOOD. FUCK BRO THIS SUMMERS BEEN GOOD TO ME MAN.I WANNA HUG IT. OH SHIT SON SOME SOCIAL DS COME ON THE ITUNES. THIS IS A BAND THAT JUST, PEIRCES YOUR HEART AND JUMPS INSIDE YOU, MAKES YOU SEE ALL THE THINGS YOU’VE DONE IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT. I MEAN, IM ONLY SIXTEEN I DON’T HAVE ANY MAJOR REGRETS THAT I HAVENT REVERSED BUT YOU KNOW OTHERS MIGHT. BUT THIS ALBUM IN PARTICULAR JUST GETS ME YOU KNOW? ITS LIKE… DAMN… LIKE SAD SAD BLUESY STUFF. ITS DARK SHIT. IVE BEEN THROUGH SHIT WITH THIS BAND. LIKE, ITS JUST LIKE AN EMOTIONAL BLANK INK TIDAL WAVE OF LOVE, PAIN AND THE WHOLE FUCKED UP CROOKED WORLD GONE WRONG WE THRIVE IN. COMIN FROM A MAN WHOSE SEEN IT ALL, WHOSE BEEN THERE, ALWAYS, WHOSE GOT HIS SCARS TO SHOW AND HIS PENNIES TO KEEP. HMM. THAT’S GOOD. MAD PROPS TO MIKE
NOW IMMA ASK YOU A QUESTION. FIND
HOW DOES ONE GO ABOUT HUGGING THE SUMMER?
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TENACITY AND YOUR READING THIS WEIGHTY MOTHERFUCKER. ILL BE KICKIN AROUND SOON ENOUGH AND TRUST ME, WHEN I GET THERE, YOU’LL KNOW >;D
Thursday, July 28, 2011
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THROW BOXES AT HIM
ITS LIKE MINECRAFT
OH MY GOD.
THIS FUCKING PILLOW.
Ive been driving since like, eight.
Its three now?
THAT’S A FUCKING STOIC HORSE.
Okay… after doing a little bit of math, ive been driving for like, seven hours today?
…im… so… I need to make up a word for this, hold on…
Anyway, weve been driving from the middle of
Im in the middle of what some would consider a desert. I call it
Ive been watching Fosters the whole time. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Foster’s is awesome.
AAAH OHHH NOOOOOO!
I HATE THE ROAD FOREVER
1st 3G phone old.
Like, REAL old.
This looks like a conversation between me and mischa.
I miss mischa
I miss everybody.
…Bloo’s a dick.
BUNP BUNP BUNP BUNP
I HATE THEMSE!!!! rpOADS.
I need a smoother road to DRAW WITH. MAAAAAAAAAAAN…
STUPID AMERICAN ROADTRIPS, MAAAAAN…
But I am getting better with MSPAINT.
Omgomgomgomgomgogmogmg. Im getting like, fat n shit.
NO MORE TWIZZLERS.
just kidding… :(
Exposure to become famous.
Hey, people reading this blog?
Wanna do me a favour?
Could you like…
I mean, if its not too much trouble…
See that plus one button?
Its here every post and its EVER SO lonely.
Show it a little love by clicking on it please?
Thanks. You guys are like, so nice.
Also, maybe spread this blog around a little?
Send it to your friends?
But not your mom. I probably know your mom, and I don’t want to set a bad example for myself.
Great, now I KNOW someone’s gonna send it to their mom… and their moms gonna be all like, THIS BOY SURE SWEARS A LOT. And then youll be all like, Ooooh, aaaawkwaaaarrrd and youll have no one to blame but yourself. Way to go, fagballs.
You know that thing that happened in Utoya? Of course you don’t. Go look it up.
I knew someone that was at the camp where that went down.
Yeah he was freaked right the fuck out.
I’m glad he got out okay, but I still feel bad for all the people that didn’t.
This post is ginormous. And yeah, IM STILL DRIVING.
Also im trying my hardest to update every Sunday, right?
Well, whenever I don’t do an update on Sunday, I’ll let people email me.
Do your worst, internet.
But honestly, send me anything illegal and Ill make sure you get whatevers comin to ya.
Well, im not sure what ill be able to do… I KNOW THE CYBER POLICE!
Or you know… the regular police.
Why am I dwelling on this?
Am I THAT vindictive?
But please, no gore or CP. That shit aint cool.
This is what over nine hours with no internet does to me.
I get all depressed n shit,
THIS SPUDS FOR YOU.
I dislike people who clain they have an interest in this show but they only like cheese cause hes quirky. WHO CARES. Hes dumb. Hes the basket for throwaway jokes.
Dude, this show had the best opening ever.
Like, I could watch that shit all day.
Just the opening.
Rylie puts it best, though
Like, when this played after school it was like,
You had the WORST DAY EVER right?
You turn your TV on to channel 38 and you heard the harp tune?
You suddenly knew everything was gonna be okay.
Like, it was 30 minutes of straight up relaxation.
Oh my god.
This show is heroin.
Sweet sweet heroin.
Dude, I don’t even care.
These dibs are excellent.
Need to build a house for them.
NEED TO MAKE A HOUSE
NEED TO BUILD A HOOOOOOOUSE
IM IN THE STATES AINT I?
Haha. 69 to
Well, around 68.something now…
STILL. ALMOST AT THE HOTEL. ALMOST AT WIFI.
ALMOST… ABLE TO… MY BLOG!!!!!!!
This is gonna be the most fantastical post ever.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011