The Internet

Man, I feel like I need a good rant on the internet situation at this school. Blogger has not worked for a good week, and no matter how many times I restart my laptop, I can't seem to make it work. I've reduced myself to typing my blogs into a Word document and then at some unspecified point in the future I will paste them into my blog. But til then, I can't get my blogs posted and all my faithful readers can't read about all the useless things I end up talking about on this blog. UGH!

But in other news, today is a good day. It's ERF (Early Release Friday) and I'm pumped. Even though my activity involves going to my Papa's middle school where I get to do more work (yay) and then coming back to Apollo to do dryland. Still though...at least I won't be hanging around school like a chump. That's a Mrs. Kreke WHOO-WHOO worthy occasion to me. Speaking of her, I want to find her today and get her to WHOO-WHOO for me. That would be pretty freaking awesome. Not that it won't be Dag-Flabbit-ly awesome as it is. ERF is possibly the greatest reward ever. To the administration at Apollo and Central Office, this is a great thing. Don't get rid of it.

And so we go.

P.S. This blog is dedicated to ERF....stay ERF-y.

Essays

There are butterflies in my stomach and I'm getting that feeling of nervousness as the time approaches for me to write an attempt at an A for my essay over A Tale of Two Cities. And Mrs. Matthews isn't even here. Whatever shall I do? I'll tell you what I'll do...I'm going to beast mode this essay. I have a plan, I will enact said plan, I will go the distance and type out the best essay I've ever written in my life. That is my plan of action and I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this essay will be my absolute best effort, and Mrs. Matthews, I hope that it satisfies what you want to see. This is me...writing my essay and getting that A that I want to get. This is me...succeeding in the task set before me. I can do this, and I will do this.

And so we go.

I Have No Idea

It's that time again. There are no fantastic ideas floating through my head. My only thoughts are animalistic and deal with the pain I'm feeling in my body from my 3 hour football game in the rain. I'm sorry to let down my fans (all 11 of you) on this one, but the creative juices are just not flowing today. Again I apologize...it's just one of those times.

And so we go.

P.S. Pain and fatigue get the dedication for this blog....

OH MY GOSH, DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!?!

It's all over my stuff...and its yellow. I can't believe that just happened. Well Mrs. Matthews, guess what happens when your not in class. Here we were, under Ms. Stodghill's excellent care, minding our own business, blogging and in general being productive. Then, we hear a sound....kind of like a Coke being opened. This was followed by another sultry sound, kind of like this...bleeeuuhhhhhhh, and then a massive SPLAT!!! My first reaction was to say WHOA SHOOT!!!! And then I made the mistake of gazing into the smallish/largish pool of...yeah, I think you know what I mean. Next thing I know, Ms. Stodghill is screaming into the phone "CODE YELLOW! CODE YELLOW!" and everyone in the class is either cowering in the corner or responding to Luke's order to "SCATTER!" The class is now in shambles and no one is capable of summoning one cohesive thought. Everyone is a little shell shocked and no one knows what to do. Ms. Stodghill gets off the phone and gathers everyone back with the good news that the custodian is coming. Meanwhile, those who scattered start slowly, warily crawling back to the classroom, looking like shell-shocked soldiers after an artillery bombardment. There is a stunned silence in the room, no one quite knows what to do. Then, my good buddy Luke and I decide to break the silence with those lovely "bleeeuuhhhhhhhh" noises, laughing all the time. Ms. Stodghill is at the desk begging us to stop before she throws up too. Then, the custodian walks in, we let up a rousing cheer. He is the hero of the hour and he goes about his business with little interference to our already messed up class. From there, with the vomit cleaned up and Mrs. Matthews' return imminent, Luke and I decide to reenact the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. As I deliver the famous "wherefore art thou Romeo?" line, I see Mrs. Matthews walking at a brisk pace back towards class. I jump down from the desk I was standing on and whisper, "Everyone back to normal, the fun is over!". Mrs. Matthews walks in, reads this blog and we end up doing nothing all day. And the only price was one kid down and vomit on my stuff. Today was a good day.


And so we go.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is fast approaching us as the month of November contiues to crawl forward at an unbelievably fast pace. It seems like just 3 months ago we were starting school...but regardless, Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Thanks giving is a wonderful activity. It stimulates reflection on your life and also lets you look outward to the people and things that you realize mean a lot to you. Now, i think we should do this everyday, but one day a year isn't too bad. It's better than nothing. The holiday of Thanksgiving is also a wonderful time. My family usually gets together with the rest of my family, but sometimes we lone wolf it ourselves. Regardless of who we celebrate with, one thing is constant....food. Lots and lots of food. All kinds of food. Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, lots of sweet things for dessert. It's amazing. And everyone dresses up, we get out the fancy table decorations, Thanksgiving is a big deal in my family. Food, Family, and more Food. And time to think about what makes your life your life and time to give thanks for those things. I love Thanksgiving.

And so we go.

P.S. This post is dedicated to Squanto, without him, there would be no Thanksgiving.

Study Hall/Driver's Ed

Man seeing those two words in the title of a blog is almost enough to send shivers/chills down my spine. But I will broach this subject, so please bear with me.

Study hall is possibly the greatest class ever invented by the human brain. I mean, its an hour and a half of nothing but what amounts to free time. Now whether you choose to take advantage of this or not is the real question. I have study hall first period because I'm also taking driver's ed, so I usually have nothing to do because I actually do my homework at home and I don't have it to do on my study hall day. But I still take advantage of it. If I forget to do my homework from the night before, study hall gives me a chance to do it before class. And that is very nice. Even though I'd rather have study hall later in the day so I could do my homework there and not have to actually take it home, I will take study hall in the morning. At least I have a study hall. Which I won't have next year because we're going to the trimester. But more on my thoughts on that touchy subject later. For now...Study Hall Rocks!!!

But close to the top of the list of awesome classes has got to be Driver's Ed. Granted this class is fun if you have people who you like in there, and I happen to have that. Mr. Gray Whitsett and Mr. Brian Boone. Together with me, we form the greatest triumvirate driving group/entrepreneurial/story-telling/situation creating/alternate dimension visiting/crazy threesome ever in the whole history of mankind. Driver's Ed is possibly the greatest class ever. Thanks to Gray and Brian for making it completely rock-your-world awesome.

And so we go

P.S. This post is dedicated to the acronym SHR and to my Driver's Ed teacher. Thanks for letting us choose our own groups.

Writer's Block

Dag-Flabbit! It is that time of the day when I am dead. Lunch is upon me, I can hear the kids in the Common's Area enjoying that delicious Little Caesar's pizza and it just makes me a little sad inside. I can't believe that a few short feet (it seems like miles really) away there are people who don't have to worry about class, who don't have to worry about coming up with something interesting to blog about, who aren't stressing about the fact that they didn't read their A Tale of Two Cities assigned reading last night, who are worried more about why that person looked at them funny or who are marveling at how good that Little Caesar's pizza tastes. Dag-Flabbit! Why can't my life be that easy? Why is the glorious 30 minute time (also known as lunch) so glorious? Why can't everyday be lunch? What is the big deal behind Little Caesar's pizza? Dag-Flabbit! Why do those kids out in the Commons Area have to be so boisterous in their revelries over the delicious pizza while I'm wilting in English class from the heat and the strain to my brain of trying to come up with a blog post? Why? Why? Why? Dag-Flabbit! What does that word even mean? Where did it come from? Should all interjections rhyme with rabbit? The course of these words and questions and interjections is completely crazy. I'm not even sure I follow them myself. So if you are confused, don't sweat it! Just say a good "Dag-Flabbit!" and move on with your life. There are more important things than this completely nonsensical blog that was born out of a completely natural feeling of hunger and discombobulation. I just want to go home and enjoy my weekend. I miss my dog, I miss my blanket, and most of all I miss my teddy bear. His name is Joseph and he's been a part of the family since 1998. Man, I really need a break or some Little Caesar's Pizza. Dag-Flabbit! Why is the world so cruel?

And so we go.


This post is dedicated to Writer's Block, thank you for somehow giving me inspiration from nothing and nothing from inspiration.

Happiness

Happiness is an elusive emotion. People try to achieve happiness their whole lives, but they don't always get it. It's so hard to classify what makes happiness. It's different for everybody. For some, happiness could just be getting debt free and spending their lives with that one special somebody. For others, happiness could be having the latest gadget and up-to-date technological devices. It's not a clearly defined emotion and this makes it hard to make a normal definition of happiness. Everything depends on each individual person's view of what makes them happy. Me, myself, and I, at this point in my life, am extremely happy. I swim and everything is going really well with that. The high school season recently started up and my team is everything to me, they keep me going and provide me with that happiness. There are ups and downs, but on the whole, swimming is continuing to contribute to my happiness. My family is super supportive of me, and they love me, which is everything to me, and also aids my happiness. My schoolwork is going well too. Things are starting to pick up and its getting more difficult with each day, but I've answered the call every time things get harder. This success makes me very happy. My friends are also the greatest in the world, I never fail to have a good time with them. Thanks guys, you know who you are. And this next part may come under fire from all you adults who think I don't know what I'm talking about, but my girlfriend is the best. She....well let's just say she's a big part of my happiness as well.

So to all of you out there who want to find that happiness...keep looking. You will find it and when you do, it's the best feeling ever. Keep searching, don't just give up because it gets hard.

And so we go.

P.S. This post is dedicated to all who contribute to my happiness and to all those who are still looking for that happiness.