well funny my junior year is over.

YAY YEARBOOK

YAY YEARBOOK!!!!! YAY I AM HERE AND NOW!!! AT YEAR BOOK!!!! HOOORAYYY!!!!!

As Valentine Day Approaches...

The world is coming to a holiday. A holiday that is supposed to be about love. What is love? Where can i find it? Well not here. No never. Love only exists in the eye of those who chose. By choosing love we chose life. But love is an emotion that mucks up everything, and wrecks friendships, and families.

Valentines day is not a holiday. it is a mere day in which the ceo's of companies world wide go swimming in their pools of money brought in from this glorious "holiday". god should damn the men who thought that filling the world with a tempestuous storm of "love" would be a great idea.

hats of to you.....and your _____ up life....forever and ever AMEN!!!!!

tis the season to

be jolly. when love takes you

on a ride. you die.

GO DIE WINTER QUEEN

ASHELY FRANKS SHOULDN'T"T BE WINTER FROLIC QUEEN

Dancing = Sexism

“I’m Going to do it,” I announced to a small group of friends as we huddled around a bulletin board liking at the weeks activities.

“No your not,” one of my friends snapped.

“That’s so awesome,” remarked another.

Remarks like this echoed throughout the group, but I was serious, I was going to try out for the dance team.

The dance team was an all girl team but the y had no rules about guys trying out. But no man had ever attempted the feat. I would be the first.

As the day passed I was amazed at how fast news traveled. By the end of the day the school was chattering about how I was going to try out. That’s were my troubles began.

The next day as I was walking down the hallway, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“You are trying out for the dance line?” a voice rang in my ear. As I turned around I saw a young girl dressed in a shimmering pink outfit.

“Yes, yes I am,” I remarked.

“No, seriously you are trying out for the dance line?” I could see her eyebrows start to bunch up and a fierce glow started to show in her eye. I could tell she was starting to get worried and a bit frustrated.

“Yes, I believe I am going to try”

She stumbled off dazed and confused.

Through out the rest of the day I felt as if I had caused social unrest through out the school. Every one was talking about the fact that a guy was going to try out for the dance line. Some were angry, some were excited, and others were just plain confused. Luckily for me, I had most of my sister’s friends on my side all on with some of my other friends. The only ones who didn’t support me were the rednecks, some of the dance liners, and the girl in the shimmering pink out fit. The rednecks and any one who opposed the fact that I was trying out for the dance line called me names like “Gay,” or “Fag,” but I just shrugged it off knowing that they didn’t have the balls to do what I was doing.

As Friday approached I found out that a rumor had started that I was just joking round. I laughed at it. No one believed that I was serious. Even my dad didn’t believe me. He didn’t even support me. By the end of the day my anger level had grown to five times the normal. That’s when the girl approached me again.

“Ian you better not be trying to make a fool of the dance line by trying out.”

Her black beady eyes stared me down and sent a chill down my spine. I could tell that she was devastated.

All I wanted to say back to her was, “You incarnation of the frozen soul of the ice queen! Does this really affect you so much? Does it wreck your perfect little world where everything revolves around you? I pity you, that all you see is your self and the people who give you attention and obey your every command.” But I couldn’t, so I said, “Ok.”

When I went to sign up for the tryouts I almost chickened out, but Sarah and Melissa helped me through. At first the rest of the girls were just like the girl who had approached me, But most of them warmed up to the idea of a guy liking to dance.

Now it turns out that someone was worried about their world changing, and the rumor had got to their coach. So after sign up she pulled me aside and explained to me that even if I made it on I would still have to go through the school board to even be able to perform. This was only because it was an all “girls” team. Talk about sexism. I mean if girl can play football, then why I can’t dance.

As the night passed I began to feel nervous. The butterflies swarmed in my stomachs. The nauseating feeling kept me up all night. I don’t remember when I fell asleep but when my alarm clock went off I just stood up and threw on my athletic clothing. As I made my way to the gym a sudden burst of energy flowed through my body.

I knew from the start that it wasn’t going to be easy. I had only taken some ballroom and tap but those were months behind me and I had know idea of what to expect. We started off stretching. This could have been hard but luckily I had been stretching for track since March. When we were done we started the kicks. This was new, and as far as I could tell I am pretty sure that male dancers never actually have to do kick lines. We worked on keeping our legs straight and toe pointed for quite some time. As soon as we had got a handle of that we learned an eight-count pattern that we repeated for god knows how long. When the kicks were done we started working on the choreographed number. This is where my lack of dance classes started to affect me. We started out by going across the gym doing weird jumps, leaps and tumbles. These were different falling to the ground in to a roll didn’t sound fun to me, but I kept going strong trying not to make to big of mistakes.

As the day progressed I soon came to realize that no matter how many rimes I tried to dance like the others, I just couldn’t do it. There was no way that I could even start to compare my performance skills to theirs. I quickly came up with a move that I thought would match their skills. This I came up with partly by watching the others, partly by my self. When I had executed the maneuver the music stopped and the coach’s voice rang out over the gym floor, “ Remember that you are high school students and that you should act like them. Make sure that you are not crossing the line between appropriate and inappropriate.” I knew that she was using subliminal messaging to really say this to me but not to the whole group. I felt a rage start growing inside of me.

I thought to my self, “ Who is this women to decide what is appropriate, and inappropriate? Who is she to say what high school students are supposed to act like? I mean that move that I did didn’t compare to the moves that the rest of the group was doing. I mean I know some of them did dance like a second hand slut. But there were those who would roll around on the floor and spread their legs. So if my move was inappropriate, that would make their moves like crossing the barrier that separates the moral, and those who aren’t.”

As the break for lunch began Sam, Tesia, and I went to Lucky Seven where we chowed down on the worst food imaginable. With in fifteen minutes we had down a monster and a few pieces of really crappy pizza. We returned just in time to practice the routine a few more times before the judging began.

Now this is when I started to notice that the tryouts were made so that not only the best got in but only the ones that the coach had wanted. She had said at the beginning of the day that to ensure that the tryouts were fair, that she would not be coming to them. But she had been there the whole time. She had also said that she would be getting judges from out of town so that not only was she not as acquainted with them, but that we didn’t know either. The judges she picked were some of her friends that not only she knew but we also knew. Not only were did we knew them but they were all female. Which means no male view on it. One word rang out in my head “SEXISM”.

They sent us out to the hallway to wait for the time when we would be called to perform before the judges. When we first got out we sang “Happy Birthday” to Sam and ate cookies. But things started to take a turn for the worst when I started talking to a group of the dancers.

While we exchanged words about how the day was going one of them approached me and offered me some lemonade. Mid-sip they announced that it was I mixed drink. I was shocked. I half coughed up, half spit out the concoction into a near by garbage.

I was furious how could the girls be drinking at tryouts. It went against all of the reason to be in a sport. In shock I drifted to a corner and practiced the routine.

We were called in by pairs, so when I was called so was Janice Mostar. We started by doing kicks, and then moved into doing the routine. In the middle of it I glanced at her to see if I was doing it right. But to my surprise she had stopped dancing and was just standing there. She didn’t even finish the routine. No I know this sounds harsh so I have to admit I also forgot part of the dance but I found my place and continued.

So I was sent to the hallway, all the stress that had been on my shoulders disappeared and I felt a thousand pounds lighter. We sat around talking about life for quite some time. When the finely started calling us in they brought us to the judges one by one. I was one of the first.

When I reached the panel of judges I was very unhappy to see that the coach had broken yet another one of her promises. She to was part of the panel. She was the one who got the final say, “ Ian, I have never had a boy try out for….”, she went on about how I was the first boy that she had ever had try out and how that it had surprised her. Hearing those words I grew hopefully, maybe this contest wasn’t as rigged as I thought it was. “ …But I am sorry you didn’t make the cut.” What she said after that I don’t remember what she said after that. I mean I knew that I wasn’t the best but I also knew that I wasn’t the worst. All I could think was how she had deceived us all. She had broken promises that I was sure she was going to keep. In my opinion she was a dead to me. She was worse than the devil him self. She had a tarnished reputation and could not be trusted. In a daze I walked to the exit.

When I left the door I slumped against the wall. My whole idea of being the first male dancer on the dance line had been crushed. Like a fly be flattened by a fly swatter. I could not believe my eye as I watched the rest of the girls come out. Every one of them had made it.

Even today there is a part of my heart that is still hurting from the let down. But I have to come to realize that this world isn’t all fun and games. People are cruel and will do anything to climb the rungs of the latter of society, even if that means being sexist, or listening to rumors.

Now I know I may sound like I am bashing the whole existence of dance line but I am not. I think that some of the things that dance line does are amazing. But the fact that the coach could be sexist really guts my goat. Now the coach never came up to me and said that I didn’t make it because I was a boy but when they told me that I didn’t make it I caught a hint that it was because of my gender. The second thing that really got me mad was that the girls were drinking at they tryouts. This is going against the rules set up by the school and state. There would have definitely been more cuts if the school found out about the drinking. But alas that was the past and I must move on into the future and leave this problem in the dust for another to pick up.

WELL THIS TIME IT IS GOING DOWN!!!!!!!!!! I HATE>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

well today is the best day ever....or was it .....look i just changed tenses.

so today......................................................................................................................

i really feel like that was my day

or was it more like this

>>>>>>>>>>>>>)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>V>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>VVV>V>V>V>V>V>V>V>V>

i really have no idea.

well good news i have a date to prom.....

not that anyonecares.

iamgoingtowritemybloglikethis

actually here is gist.

a triqu for my favorite fan/followers

Life is a lemon

squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze

HAHA! lemonade

Life is a cow

squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze

HA NOW I've got MILK!

Life is a giant

bowl of cheerios with one

fruit loop in the mix.

i love milk

i love lemons

and i love........LLLLLIIIIIIIFFFF

GIANT FROOT LOOPS

i got you, you thought i was going to say life....

hAHAHHAHah

LIVE LOVE AND LEAVE



COOKIES FOR SANTA



TCHUSS
IAN

well this is the time where my thoughts are processed

so my blog was called a whiney teenage somthing or other and who ever said that was right.....

but hey i just burned all of my past realtionships gifts to me.....:) it was a blast..... or was it....

anywho, it been a while since i actually wrote somthing. so i am going to write somthing now.

the subject: cheerios.

i love cheerios their flavor is so unique.

i think that they are healthy.

so i ate a big bowl of them.

but health foods make me want to die.

any way my bed time approaches....

darn skiing,

it really bugs me.

you know when you give up a whole bunch of shit and people still beat you....

or do they.....

well i hate to break it to you but your are in the third dream level.

of inceptions sequel conception....

the plot is.....

they are not trying to put a thought as the plot line but they are trying to concieve a child in a persons mind....i know trippy...

well here is a major spoiler.....

leo caprio is still a bad actor....

when life gives you lemons....

you probably just found lemons.

tchuss ian

well this is the time where i think

today i ponder.......

FRANK ATTACK

well i am currently supposede to be working on a frank assignment withTIMMYand gogog......
they have a question, what is a vga. i look into the room next to me and i see a graveyard of computers.
My partners are fighting like cats in a jello pit.....and now mariah is getting frisky.

so what is the answer to this question......a monopoly is the __________ in todays society.
here are possible list of answers.....WAIT HANNAH MONTANNA JUST WALKED INTO THE COMPUTER ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!mariah and her broi kept slapping each other
and slapping, and slapping. well back to the list:

Adult

Aeroplane

Air

Aircraft Carrier

Airforce

Airport

Album

Alphabet

Apple

Arm

Army

Baby

Baby

Backpack

Balloon

Banana

Bank

Barbecue

Bathroom

Bathtub

Bed

Bed

Bee

Bible

Bible

Bird

Bomb

Book

Boss

Bottle

Bowl

Box

Boy

Brain

Bridge

Butterfly

so my font sized changed...... now i will put random parts of conversations that i here.

hear,wasn't that it,yes i guess i don't go up to my, latex, nose and smell them, and stan said,hannah montanna,and now were, hahahahahahahhahh *LOUD LAUGHTERx2*

any who mitch is in the hallway. brooke is going crazy. Hannah is wild as an Ape on crack. go with the flow, and don't blow.......that is a message to my friend TIMMY.... she just went through a washing machine.....she is overwelmed. with CoiiohoOcosodfhsoCjasdfonasgiofnKasogfnaohgrn.

if you cought that word. well then you have good eyes. i also should worn you i lied. she isnt obsessed with that.....or is she......

well this is the event that is ending....

tchuss...

*all events are simulated*

blizzard conditions make for socially awkward statements

"THEY BELONG IN SWEAT SHOPS"

wow what can i say. or what do i want to say. nothing.

today i was skiing. their was a line of skiers in fromt of me. then WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!! the snow fell and out of the trees and i lost sight of the whole line of skiers in front of me. So i ate microwave food today.....what can i say....shit in plastic. on a different take.... plastic toilets.....wow thats really shit in plastic. so thinaksgiving is in a couple ofdays and i really havent had time to kill a turkey. i really like turkey. it makes me feel reallty good in side. i love drama, and crazy things.

shakespeare no sense maketh.

well thats all for now look out for part two.

TCHUS GUMMI!!!!
IAN

"I'm HAGRID THE PIRATE"

well that title wasn't what i expected. i am very distraught. The thought that a bunch of mad hatter tea partiers are taking over the us has got me on edge, and do you want to know why? the reason why is that these extremists are so ignorant that they think complete constitution-ism is the way that our government will give us freedom. What is freedom? it is an abstract idea that we use to describe our feelings of free will and choice. So if these loud mouthed crazies are going to run our already corrupt government than i am going to Germany.

SHORT STORY TIME

once upon there was a rock on top of a hill. the rock really wanted to get to the bottom of the hill. So he asked a hare jumping by, " EXCUSE ME HARE!! PLEASE KICK MY BUTT SO I CAN REACH THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL." So the hare gave him a kick and the rock went flying down a hill. At the bottom of the hill the rock did not stop he kept going and going and going until WHAM!! the rock landed on top of a hill. The rock really wanted to go to the bottom of the hill. So he asked a hare jumping by, " EXCUSE ME HARE!! PLEASE KICK MY BUTT SO I CAN REACH THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL." So the hare gave him a kick and the rock went flying down a hill. At the bottom of the hill the rock did not stop he kept going and going and going until WHAM!! the rock landed on top of a hill. The rock really wanted to go to the bottom of the hill. So he asked a hare jumping by, " EXCUSE ME HARE!! PLEASE KICK MY BUTT SO I CAN REACH THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL." So the hare gave him a kick and the rock went flying down a hill. At the bottom of the hill the rock did not stop he kept going and going and going until WHAM!! the rock landed on top of a hill. The rock really wanted to go to the bottom of the hill....

MORAL

a kick in the butt can send things spiraling into a never ending vortex of repeated motions.

I would like to say that if you are reading this right now i want you to take a moment and say a prayer for a good friend of mines dad who just had major surgery, and is having a rough time. so please take a moment of silence and say a little prayer, so that he can get better.

Well this is it, This is the life. and this blog has been written for my friend, and the rough times she is having.

Well Later Gator.

Ian

"I'm HAGRID THE PIRATE"

Run Run As Fast As You Can, You Can Probably Stop Me Cause I don't Give a Damn.

so i ran a race today. ya it was crap. i can't understand who would actually want to run for fun. IT WAS HELL. not to mention, school buses are not ideal beds. I tried to sleep WHAM!! the bus hits a bump. well the ZZZZZ's that i started to make in my head quickly turned into HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT. Those bumps are like bombs going up underneath the bus. HA! now i know how the people in IRAQ feel. *side story* so a man was walking down the street when he stepped on a rock and a muffin on the ground said" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ON MY ROCK" and the man picked up the muffin and ate it. *MORAL* don't leave food lying around were other people can get it. Here is a quick bit of news. i am the cat. i mean the mascot. well that just goes to show, that when you bake cookies on open flames then the cookie is bound to get burned. think about it.

any questions ask, for i think i want to be dr phil when i grow up. this is it, this is the life. and that is the way the cookie crumbles.

well today was the first day of school....Wahooo!! oh well. So school is completely insane this year. If i was in English and i have to walk down four flights of stairs and back up instead of taking the a walk around the top floor. The school thinks this will keep the little folks from the tyranny of high schoolers. Wow. that hurts. i mean the worst that could happen is... well it is not like we would sell them cocaine. So i am going to focus on the topic of ignorance to day. The reason is that one day at cross country an certain person was making stupid ignorant comments about the Islamic center being built near ground zero..

i know my thoughts are jumping but i just ate a whole ton of cocoa puffs and i am pretty wired. i would like to apologize to my sisters boyfriend and my sister. i was just really peeved about you stealing my sister from me all of the time.

any who. i have problems with Katy Perry. First off we all know that you slept with snoop dog to get him in your video. and what is the deal with your eyes they are like vortexes that hypnotize your mind and tell you to buy your music. GAHH! oh well

CHANGE OF SUBJECT

people are all ways saying how bad they feel for new students. But hear me out, i feel that they should be feeling bad for us. One time we had a girl at our school (who was new) and she had rather extravagant clothing, and views on life. There were so many awkward silences that occurred while she was here..... oh well.

Well band should be interesting this year, considering that the only two people who could stand up to the insanity of or director.

Well my time limit is about to go out so i must depart. This IS it this Is the Life.... well that is if you love school. But more to come on that subject...Well tschuss!! -

Happiness = Nirvana in Two Forms.

At work a friend of mine said that i needed to be more happy in my blogs, so here is a happy blog for her.



Two things that can make a smile appear on my face are music and dancing. Music is the fluid that runs through my soul, like blood through the heart. All music pleases my musical palette, but the more crazy and on the edge the better. Take the song Scars by Basement Jaxx, this song has a basic hip-hop feel but it is so much more it. It has an edge like a razor blade it makes you stop and listen or press the next button so you can get to a more familiar music. I LOVE IT!!!



Music also plays a crucial role in dance. The ability to dance is created by music. The beats grab your soul and your body moves in ways that are so unpredictable. Dance is something i like to do for it is one type of performance art that is a sport, doesn't use voices, but still needs a person to interpret and add their own character to. Dance is one of the many foods that my soul thrives on. It creates a crazy sensation that i could live on for days.



And that is my Happy Blog. May not be a work of Shakespeare but it is what makes me happy.

This is it. This is the life. (a happy one at that) Signing out :) Ian

Cream Puff Parental Control

What makes your mouth explode with flavor? Well if you don't know i have something i would love to sell you. CREAM PUFFS!! these delectable deserts are the nectar and ambrosia of my life. The little balls of bread filled with delicious creamy goodness control my every move. I love every little bite. You pop them in your mouth and BAMMMM!! Crazy flavor deliciousness. I can eat a box of these in five minutes. These little amazing things can stop a war!!!! Or even better... GIVE STOMACH ACHES ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I can eat these little ball like things forever well that is until i get sick.


You know what else makes me sick. PARENTAL CONTROL. my parents recently put a parental device on my computer so that i. I mean "We" (my brothers and i) couldn't get into any sites that would "wreck our innocence". So i have been testing my limits to see how far i can get before the warning goes off. I know am not allowed to look at, google, or write about things like drougs, Secks, and Swear WORDS. Excuse my bad spelling it is just that i couldn't even access dictionary.com. Way to go parents!! Encouraging bad spelling, and to think that one of you is an English teacher. Not only are the words spelled wrong, they are spelled wrong for more than one reason, to show how dumb that blockers are, i can't even write words that would activate the blocker. For you know what would happen i wouldn't even be able to read my own blog. One more thing if wasn't able to find out how much one pound of crack cocaine costs of the third day of mardis gras of leap year 2424 was? SURPRISE i could just use your computer, parents. YAY!! for cream puff parental controls. Oops i just used a dictionary,! Say goodbye to my innocence. This is it. This is the life. I have to leave before the parental control cuts off my time. So here i go in 5...4...3...2..............

Scouting for Boys Without a Voice

Boy scouts came into work today. I don't like boy scouts. They usually come from the southern states, so they speak with a southern tongue. They not only speak like southerners but they smell like they have lived in the woods for a week. Oh wait. They just did.

Boy scouts is like a boot camp for civil war soldiers except in stead of civil war soldiers it is little whiny mama's boys how still are attached to their mothers bosoms. They teach each other how to tie knots, use compasses, and make baskets. What they are teaching scouts really has no purpose or use in the modern world since we don't lash logs together to build house, have garmin GPS systems, and have Walmart to buy cheaply made baskets at in stead of boyscout camp. They should teach each other how to balance a check book, or how to have an interview, and how to cook in a kitchen in stead of in a dutch oven over a open fire. Another thing that is messed up with the whole boyscout system is that the boy scouts have the great idea to lock up a bunch of teenage boys with festering hormones in closets i mean cabins for weeks. They might as well add a catholic priest then the fun really starts. not really boy scouts teaches boys how to really use their time like their new video game merit badge, play 30hrs of straight video games and you get a badge. (YAY :P) what is next sleeping merit badge, go to sleep each night and you get a badge. YAYZZZzzzzzzzz. this makes me sick. well literally. i am sick my throat has a ball of spikes in it that scratches the whole length of my throat,leaving me able to cough up little parts of my lungs. YAY. not. so i am sick and i have to take lovely medicine that doesn't really help and i get to eat cough drops 24/7. This next week is going to be great. This is it. This is the life. I am out. Ian

Love Song City: Welcome to the Minor Key of Hell.

What is the deal with love songs? I mean really one or two is OK but any more, well I think Sara Breilles said it right, " I'm not going to write you a love song..." Thank god for reasonable musicians who know when enough is enough. I hate love songs, or love in general. I mean really those of you who are in "Love", because you have been going out for three weeks, WELCOME TO REALITY TV. Congratulations to you are the new bachelor and/or bachelorette. I might as well call you, "Snooki, and the Situation." You are as good as dead. Now don't look at me as though I am Heartless as Kanye, but i have had my dosages of love, all of them leading to me Bleeding Love (yet another love song). First of all my fourth grade romance with, for privacy sake we will call her Gorgia Peach. Our good friend Mint Bon Bon, introduced us to each other and we hit it off. We played together at recess for all of fourth grade and into fifth grade, we even made our own drama/TV show/play that we showed in front of our class. We "cut off" our so vivid relationship, at recess when she decided that she didn't want to have a fake marriage ceremony (that everyone was getting). But this was to late she had my heart under lock and key. I was convinced that I "liked" her until eighth grade, when i realized that she was using me, well what I perceived was using. Any who, let' s go on to my next fail attempt at love. It was an attempt with a girl called Mocha Chip, I was told that she liked me by her best friend. But I guess that after two weeks or so of this, I was to immature, which was a true fact. So the finally relationship that I will bring up is the best i have ever had. The girl's name was Apple Strudel. This girl was like a little piece of heaven that fell out of the sky that fell down into Venus's shell as Venus roze from the ocean. It was the best thing ever. After six months of it i felt like i wasn't being my self around her, so I tried to change my social ways. Turns out that my change was just my fear of being rejected. Guess what came out of my change. Turns out that my change cut off our social ties, and my social relationship with an angel had ended. Enough about my whiny realtionships, and how f'd them up. Lets talk about something important. The Blueberry Arts Fest. This fest is the best of all the happenings in Ely. I bought a seven dollar onion platter with garlic sauce, ate half and tossed the rest. TALK ABOUT SHIT BREATH. Well i am tuckered out, and i feel like i am writing like a whiny b**** ( because my mom asked me to). This is it. This is the life. Ian is signing off. in 3 2 1 ...

Brownie Day, a Chance of Rain, and 1 Million Pokeballs

Woke up at six in the morning and fell asleep and headed off to skiing. Who on god green earth would wake up on summer vacation to go and ski. Now this isn't down hill skiing and this isn't winter skiing this is, Here put on these two by fours with wheels and ski down an asphalt road. This doesn't sound to dangerous. BUT IT IS!! Let me tell you one experience with road rash and your skin will burn with the fury of seven hells. Now you will try to blame the world, your parents, George Bush, but they will all say that it is your ass's fault that you hit the asphalt. Luckily for me when i finally got out of my sleep zone and threw on my clothing the sky took a leak on my head, and practice was cancelled. I fell into a slumber land for many hours. The parental units went into "Nazi" cleaning mode. We cleaned and cleaned and cleaned, and can you guess what happened at the end of all this cleaning my dad took down a wall in our kitchen causing a hail storm of dust to cover the kitchen from base boards to cup holders.


I made brownies later that day. I ate half the pan before i realized what i was doing. The brownies were soft and gushy and oozed sticky Carmel (that's what she said). It was like a bomb of amazingness blowing up in my mouth causing my saliva glands to fill my mouth with spit. These brownies were so amazing, if given to rivaling countries they could stop a war. Well... Maybe....

Today downloaded Pokemon, the only game that has captivated minds kids and single men who are really fat and eat Twinkies for every meal for generations. I love Pokemon there is just so much you can do in their world. You can press A as many times as you want when you talk to Nurse Joy and you now what, they won't say " Hey get the hell out of my Poke center I have already healed your Pokemon twice now!!" no they just say " Welcome to the Poke center, give me your balls so i can heal them." Hey!! none of that I know what you are thinking, " HAHAHAHA (immature laughter) he made a balls joke. HAHAHAHA (more immature laughter). Well what can I say... hmm... screw you and your immature jokes. Well not really. Now back to Pokemon, you can also run in any buildings and run into to people at full speed and bounce off of them and you don't have to give a damn. One last thing. What happens to all the Pokemon that you faint during your training. Do their passed out corpses line the roads of the Kanto region. Do the bodies of the Pokemon lay in the grass until another Pokemon devours their body. I mean really , they couldn't have planned this out a little better. One last thing before I end this post. What do the people in the world of Pokemon eat??? There are no cows, chickens, or pigs. ONLY POKEMON! Does that mean that they eat Pokemon how sick and cruel. Imagine this you walk in to dinner and your mother says " Here have a nice slice of pickachu, with a side of boiled bell sprouts. And lets not forget your favorite, Jigglypuff filled jello." MMM my favorite. and That is the thought i will leave you with. This is it. This is the life. Ian Lah Signing Out.

Grammarians & Tourism

Two things that get me on my nerves are people who check your grammar all of the time, and tourists. Grammarians are like the devils literary playmates. The critique and critique and critique, and then when they are done they tell you about how bad you are at writing. Then comes the tourists. Here in Ely,MN we have a "wonderful" festival in late July, the dreaded Blueberry Arts Festival, a time in which the residents leave and are replaced with people from all over the united states. Not only do the tourists take over our quaint town, but it is what they bring with them. Lets give labels to the worst: Citydiots-the people from the Cities who think they are the next big thing, Swampees-the tourists that wear socks with sandals, phanny-packs, cameras, and cargo shorts with Hawaiian shirts. Now I don't hate tourists I just hate how they take over the town.

Now i am adding a segment that will appear here and there through out my blog. The part of Blog where I complain about things in the news that are just ridiculous. So here is the topic: BP. BP is making a bigger mess than the US did in the middle east. I heard that 210,00 gallons of oil spill out a day, and it has been roughly 4 months since the start on April 20th, 2010. There are roughly 30 days in each month, so 120 days of oil. When you multiply 210,000 gallons of oil by the number of days you come out with a total of 25,200,000 gallons of oil. With that much oil, well it is just a sick waste. So this is it. This is the life.