What is 'to hover'?
Hey guys. Andrew, if you want me to be a writer, you should probably pay me or something. Then I would just give you stuff like this. That would be so cool. To get paid for pretty much blogging? I'm down guys. Hook me up.
Speaking of writing, I have a friend who got in a 'write a novel in a month' contest. The people there seem pretty cool. After writing stuff like this for so long...Or not so long, but comparatively to when I wrote real stories (did I ever?), I don't know if I even can. Meh. There is no real prize anyway. But then, who needs a prize to write a novel? That can be one of my life goals. To write a novel. That has a story and plot and crap. Nothing like this.
Different tangent from my first blob, I acquired a pretty sweet bass. I was out fishing and...Caught this musical instrument on the end of my fishing line.... Yup. She is pretty sweet. She has been named Harry Optimus Prime. HOP for short I guess. Mostly so I can save my daughter from having that name. Haha...umm...Topic change.
To what? Oh yeah. I got it guys. We were out the other day to go shopping for Tommy's birthday, but then Tommy showed up. I guess that was my fault...So much for that. So it was mostly chilling in Sidney. Yup. We went to ten thousand villages, which all fit in Sidney somehow, and at the last one we found a monster foot bag. Some one said 'you should get it'. So I did. It breaks ankles, also strengthens them, and kills small children. Thus it is called 'Bruno, the Monster Hack'. Along with my giant sandwich...
Everything in theatre is supposed to be big. Like, ridiculously huge so people get the point. And you can't go too big. The bigger you go, the more funny it is. Musical theatre has become my playground. I mean a new person each session...That's twice a week. It's going to be amazing guys. I'm stoked already. Get your tickets for the show in March...
I'm also stoked for the viewing of 'V for Vendetta'. In history, all we talked about for a week or so was REVOLUTION. That was pretty much how I described said movie to people without giving away anything. Now, I want to see if my description is accurate. 'I wanna be a revolution...alright'.
By the way, happy Friday the 13th guys. You know what that means? Absolutely nothing! But it also happens to be Steve's birthday( for those who don't know, Steve is Matthew. You're asking which Matthew now...That is why he is Steve. We got him to respond to it and everything). He turns 17, and is set on the belief that that means that his life is over. That he has lost his youth. It's kind of funny.
Where does fascism start? In the home. You are sick.
Yay history class.
Now a story of the night before I leave you to go chill with Harry. We have much twanging to do. Like, I have to learn something by tomorrow, and the clock says that tomorrow is today. Darn. So us random group of teens are walking down the bike path. There are eight of us. One on a bike. Someone comes from the other way, doesn't see the guy on the bike. Falls onto the hill(you know, the one that lines the entire bikepath) and swears at us. Jerk. Well, one of us told him to deal with it. He didn't like that. But our group had sort of split in to two. Biker boy was up in the first group, and us four were in the rear. As hill hugger went to get even, we walked up, and he thought differently about getting even.
Except he kinda hung around for quite a while. He walked away, then came back with a skateboard and went past us to be in front of us. Okay. We were going to Subway, so we went to Subway. He didn't follow. He kinda chilled by the traffic lights on the phone. Does he not have something better to do? Time passes and numbers dwindle. Us, now four leave, and become three. Guess who is still roaming around the bike path. Guess if we took it or not.
Guess he had nothing better to do.
Why would something so simple and small dictate his night? I don't understand. Speaking of dictate, my Dad says it's time for bed. Agreed.
Speaking of writing, I have a friend who got in a 'write a novel in a month' contest. The people there seem pretty cool. After writing stuff like this for so long...Or not so long, but comparatively to when I wrote real stories (did I ever?), I don't know if I even can. Meh. There is no real prize anyway. But then, who needs a prize to write a novel? That can be one of my life goals. To write a novel. That has a story and plot and crap. Nothing like this.
Different tangent from my first blob, I acquired a pretty sweet bass. I was out fishing and...Caught this musical instrument on the end of my fishing line.... Yup. She is pretty sweet. She has been named Harry Optimus Prime. HOP for short I guess. Mostly so I can save my daughter from having that name. Haha...umm...Topic change.
To what? Oh yeah. I got it guys. We were out the other day to go shopping for Tommy's birthday, but then Tommy showed up. I guess that was my fault...So much for that. So it was mostly chilling in Sidney. Yup. We went to ten thousand villages, which all fit in Sidney somehow, and at the last one we found a monster foot bag. Some one said 'you should get it'. So I did. It breaks ankles, also strengthens them, and kills small children. Thus it is called 'Bruno, the Monster Hack'. Along with my giant sandwich...
Everything in theatre is supposed to be big. Like, ridiculously huge so people get the point. And you can't go too big. The bigger you go, the more funny it is. Musical theatre has become my playground. I mean a new person each session...That's twice a week. It's going to be amazing guys. I'm stoked already. Get your tickets for the show in March...
I'm also stoked for the viewing of 'V for Vendetta'. In history, all we talked about for a week or so was REVOLUTION. That was pretty much how I described said movie to people without giving away anything. Now, I want to see if my description is accurate. 'I wanna be a revolution...alright'.
By the way, happy Friday the 13th guys. You know what that means? Absolutely nothing! But it also happens to be Steve's birthday( for those who don't know, Steve is Matthew. You're asking which Matthew now...That is why he is Steve. We got him to respond to it and everything). He turns 17, and is set on the belief that that means that his life is over. That he has lost his youth. It's kind of funny.
Where does fascism start? In the home. You are sick.
Yay history class.
Now a story of the night before I leave you to go chill with Harry. We have much twanging to do. Like, I have to learn something by tomorrow, and the clock says that tomorrow is today. Darn. So us random group of teens are walking down the bike path. There are eight of us. One on a bike. Someone comes from the other way, doesn't see the guy on the bike. Falls onto the hill(you know, the one that lines the entire bikepath) and swears at us. Jerk. Well, one of us told him to deal with it. He didn't like that. But our group had sort of split in to two. Biker boy was up in the first group, and us four were in the rear. As hill hugger went to get even, we walked up, and he thought differently about getting even.
Except he kinda hung around for quite a while. He walked away, then came back with a skateboard and went past us to be in front of us. Okay. We were going to Subway, so we went to Subway. He didn't follow. He kinda chilled by the traffic lights on the phone. Does he not have something better to do? Time passes and numbers dwindle. Us, now four leave, and become three. Guess who is still roaming around the bike path. Guess if we took it or not.
Guess he had nothing better to do.
Why would something so simple and small dictate his night? I don't understand. Speaking of dictate, my Dad says it's time for bed. Agreed.
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