Class Clown

Till' Further Notice

2008-10-02T03:06:00.002-05:00

Ladies and Gentlemen of the beautifully deserted world of "my fan base", I am writing this post to regretfully (or maybe not so) inform you that I will be hearby closing this blog via abandonment effective immediately. I'm sure you all saw it coming, but never the less, I feel I should answer the question before it comes up. The question...

...Why?...

well the answer can be summed up in 3 letters, ADD. Now I'm not saying that I HAVE ADD... but somehow I get the feeling that, just like the moon, it effects me in some way I don't fully understand.

Everyone always says "no matter how busy your day is, you still have at least 5 minutes a day to write something down" and, this is true, except, I'd much rather spend those 5 minutes climbing, or chatting, or pwning some noobs online. Maybe I should of made more of an effort to blog more, but.... I didn't..... so deal with it. Some may say that by abandoning this ironically already forsaken place that I am "taking the easy way out". But then my motto has always been "the easiest way is THE EASIEST WAY" (pretty simple huh, you'd be suprised just how easy it is to live by that motto). So with that being said I will end this final post in a familer way.

BOM BOM BOM YOU GUESSED IT, ITS THE ONE AND ONLY....

THOUGHT OF THE DAY!!!!!

Many people in my life have told me that I'm crazy and that I need to stop and take a good look at my life. To those people I say, if you can see your life... your essence, what ever your telling me to "take a good look at" then YOU sir are the crazy one. Maybe YOU should take a good look in the mirror when you call me crazy. I'll even make it easy for you, and stand inbetween you and a mirror when you say it so that at the exact moment you say "your" I will duck down so that when the word "crazy" exits your mouth you will be looking at yourself, and at the muscles in your mouth moving like eels moving on a fat womans body, wet and slimy and so unappealing it would make you sick. And as you look at yourself, looking back at yourself, you just might reconsiter what YOUR doing with your life. Because I know what your doing with it, your standing in front of a mirror, moving your lips and tongue while simltaniously vibrating the cordes in your throat achieving what early man called "GUHHHHHH" (they spoke something far diffrent then english, but I assume in their language that meant something like "speach"). So think on that the next time you open your mouth, just how stupid you look. How unnattractive your mouth is, flopping up and down, spewing out saliva like the boiling rocks of crakatoa. sending out sound waves like they were tie-dye T-shirts straight out of the 1970's via a time machine hooked up to fusion power, cheap and a dime a dozen. Aside from the time machine and the fusion power generator, which would of cost ALOT. All this to say I've completely lost my train of thought.... ... . dot

I am proving how awesome the PS3 system is by writing this whole post via wifi connected PS3. (all title since I cant figure out how to write normally

2008-08-21T03:04:00.000-05:00

Ugh

2008-08-11T12:23:00.000-05:00

....... just ugh

For the next 6 hours I WILL NOT MOVE

2008-07-14T22:18:00.002-05:00

Wow... you know, having never have done much with my life other then to sit on ass and play video games all day, I must say, I don't think I have EVER been this tired. Its been 13 days so far since my last day off and man, I don't wanna sound redundant, but... IM TIRED. See, remember what I said before in a previous post about my old manager being fired, well my NEW one, or at least my temporary new one, is somewhat of a workaholic, and she likes to make other people work a lot too. So yeah, in other news, I shall never answer my phone again on my day off for as long as I live (watch me break that oath tomorrow, just watch). Its cool though because I think she thinks I'm valuble, which is good, since that probably means I will be getting more raises (she said she doesnt scedule people who arn't valuble and im all over that scedule), The real funny thing is, as I've said before, im extremely tired, and yet, I know I won't go to bed till at LEAST 3AM... COMMON SENCE, YOU SHALL NEVER GAIN A FOOTHOLD IN MY BRAIN!!..........................

.......................... (10 minutes later) well..... I can't think of anything else to say, {[(tired) redundant] yes I do use those math things when I put parenthathies in parenthies}. so, that being said, this post will end... now.

(by the way, this post sucked because I'm TIRED)

Simply Amazing

2008-06-23T01:00:00.005-05:00

If only I had four arms, think of all the good I could do

Sure don't wanna miss the month of June

2008-06-20T03:01:00.006-05:00

I know I know, I haven't posted anything in FOREVER, and this time sadly I have no good excuse. Well actually, I think its a very good excuse, but you probably wont. Anyway, a lots happened in the past month, so I will get right down to it.

HAPPENING NUMBER ONE.(theres really no need for numbers since this is the only thing that is going to be numbered) I have recently entered a state of employment I had never archived before, and by that I mean, I now have a job (and actually get paid, cool huh?). its not bad, and I can now say (still in the spirit of the previous post) that I am an employ of......Where I make your favorite Cherry Limeaids and strawberry slushes... and blasts... and regular sodas... basically I make anything that is under the jurisdiction of "fountianeer" if thats even a word (so basically I make drinks...). All in all its not that bad of a job, you get free drinks and the works not that hard, except when it gets really busy, sometimes I feel like shooting myself in the foot so I can stop running back and forth (I don't feel like explaining why I have to run while making drinks so I think I wont). The first day on the job was by far the most embarrassing (although I think I am working back to that level of embarrassment, which I will get to later... or not... depends on how much time I have), it started out with me arriving 15 minutes late... yes... on my first day... so as you can imagine, I was in a rush when I went into the bathroom to change into my uniform. I quickly put it on and ran back to the front exclaiming in the most upbeat attitude I could fake "OK! I'm ready to start my training". I was slightly puzzled when my manager responded with "you know your shirts on backwards..." in fact his words didn't even register for a good 2 seconds. Once it finally hit me, and I looked around to see all my future co-workers chuckling either quietly to themselves or in a very obnoxious way, I decided that I needed to fix the problem, so not wasting any time I grabbed the top of my shirt and began to tug upwards all the while thinking "if I can fix it soon it wont be so bad". Now since the shirt was covering my face at the time I was unable to see my managers face when he said "PLEASE don't... don't do that here, go to the back, no one wants to see you take off you shirt here". I can imagine that he must of had a very "disgusted" or dare I say, even "disturbed" look on his face, but actually, not being able to see it worked quite well since, no one on "the outside" could see my face either, which I could bet was bright red, redder then it normally is, and its normally pretty red.
After all the embarrassment was over with I continued with the day, training for what I was told to train for, and calling it a day after all was said and done, or was told to call it a day at any rate. the next day I continued my training under a few people, one of which, who's name I remember clearly NOW, was Dilan (although at the time it was in one ear). He seemed pretty nice, and showed me how to do all the ice creams and such until it was time to go home. The next day I came back and was greeted with "maybe YOU will be our next manager" by one of the employees, to which, I replied with "ehh?" since well, I had no idea what this girl was talking about. At that moment another one of my co-workers came up to me and stated "Boy you missed all da drama" (you can tell shes black cant you... right...), "good" I said "I don't really like drama". Although my statement was true I was still curious about what drama she was talking about was, so I asked her... well... just what you'd think I would ask after reading the last line "what happened?", her response left me with an eyebrow raised, "Dilan just stole $1600 n' split dawg". At that moment what I was thinking wasn't "OH MY GOD' or, "Wow I was in a place that got robbed... SWEET" or even "haha u bi*ches got OWNED" no, what I was thinking at the time was "Dilan..... Dilan..... why does that sound familiar?...... OH YEAH, thats the guy that trained me :)"
(note*) I added the smile because from a bystanders point of view, they would of seen me standing there, with my eyebrows slanted down, thinking very hard, followed by me opening my eyes wide and smiling because I had just remembered something I had forgotten, which is always a good feeling (end note*)
The next day (or the day after, I can't really remember which) they fired my manager. Which kinda sucks, because now we have about 2-4 managers in there daily.... watching us. However its not all bad, one of them happens to be an extreme klutz, and is always falling down and/or spilling ice cream all over her pants... which... well... is funny.

Anyway, its almost 4AM here so I think I had better be off to bed now. I'll try to post more, but I'm not making any promises. Oh and by the way, for those of you wondering what my excuse for not posting was I will tell you now.
I simply don't feel like it, its not that I don't have time or any bull like some other people try to use as an excuse, its simply because, the time I DO when I'm not working (which is about 6 or 7 hours each day) or on my days off, I always want to spend doing other things I want to do, wither its, bike down to the rock gym, play some keyboard, ~~read Japaneses comic books off line~~... read things.... theres always something I want to do more. So just bare with me and hope that I regain interest in your favorite blog on the whole World Wide Web.
Until next time... umm... yeah...

Advice of the Day: if you ever go to a sonic, oh say one located at 6208 Cameron Rd. Austin TX. 78723, please, don't be that obnoxious ass hole that orders 5 strawberry shakes and 4 Reese's blasts, and if you do, at least order a freakin' hamburger with it, when you don't we have to make that crap in TWO FREAKING MINUTES!

Thought of the Day: Wouldn't it suck if, instead of Achilles heal, it was Achilles scrotum. Because just imagine, if anyone were to ever find out, he would hordes of people trying to...well... hack his sack......... hacky sack............

Why I haven't been posting (Excuses Vs. Reason)

2008-05-20T06:55:00.007-05:00

Before I start giving the reasons as to why I don't post, I feel I should tell you how my average day goes first, with (bom bom bom) VISUAL AID!

6:30 AM, my alarm goes off. The very first thing I do is get a bowl of...

Next thing, immediately after that is to take a...

After that, usually with no time in between I start my...

once that is done I put my...

and my already filled out...

in my...

and get on my...

.

I head down the street trying not to end up like...

as I head to...

err, not that. Ahem. As I head to...

......................... as I head to the place where I am dropping off applications...... (stupid pictures) once I'm all done with that I will usually head off to the

............... no........................

................I swear to god, I don't go there that much...

THANK YOU, I go there (thats why I packed my...

.
after I'm done...

I head back. Once back I usually get started on the...

then move straight to...

where I will spend the rest of my time watching...

which is so worth it. Then basically, I eat...

then watch more...

till I go to...

....(thats bed by the way).... and thats pretty much my day..... but you see, if I were to take time to write my blog more, it would take away a good portion of my...

or my...

or my...

time, which, sure its good for you, n' makes you all...

but it makes me all...

which is not so good. All this to say, I have my reasons for not keeping my...

's

(figure that one out)
pleased. so until my day starts to slow down a bit, or I feel a need to post something, try to be content with what you get.

(oh and Rosie, yes I am living with...

in...

Updates (can you spell cliche)

2008-04-23T06:55:00.002-05:00

As he lay there on the couch looking through the blinds out the sliding glass door, listening to a song that reminded him of things he hated being reminded of, he pondered all the things that had been happening in his life up until that moment. He watched the trees become clearer with each passing moment, almost as if some big ball of gas and fire that gave off light, burning millions of miles away was coming around the corner (the corner millions of miles away) slowly illuminating everything it touched while simultaneously giving an alien the power to save a made up city and beat a maniacal bald guy on regular basis.

"What have I been up to" He wondered as he stared. He could of written about how he would wake up each day at 6:30, eat his breakfast, do his school, then ride his shiny $400+ bike. How he would pick up 3-5 applications a day on a regular basis, fill them out, and return them the next day, never to get a call back, or a reply to the calls he made. He could of written about how once he was done with his application run he would, quite often, ride down to the local rock gym and build up a sweat and a deep burn in his upper body. Or how when he came back home every day he would be so tired from head to toe all he could do was plop on the couch, flip on whatever was on the TV, and sit there for a half hour as his strength returned. He could talk about how he went cliff diving last Saturday, how he jumped, how he climbed, how he jumped more, and how he climbed more (though he never actually dove, cliff jumping just didn't sound the same). Or he could of talked about the awkward patch of sunburn on his back due to the misplacement of SPF 50 on that same saturday, moments before the jumping. There was so much he could of written about, but being so early in the morning, everything that was there, simply slipped his mind. In defeat, he closed his notebook, grabbed his towel and headed down the hall to the shower.

"Next time" he said, in a voice that made it painfully clear he was lying to himself "I'll post something next time".

This is where we leave our hero, either too busy, too tired, of just not modivated enough to drop by and post an update. A hero amongst the fat and lazy. Trying to find his way through his new life.

But more importantly...

Trying to find the soap.

How My Day Went

2008-04-10T17:10:00.002-05:00

Alarm Clock: Beepbeepbeep
Me: ugh, food, *munch munch*
Me: ugh, shower *shower shower*
Shellie (my computer): cough cough, I have a virus
Me: stupid Shellie, today is horrible
Bike: ride me ride me
me:*ride ride ride*
Me: Ugh, job
Application: FILL ME!
Me: *fill fill*
Me: I WANNA GO TO THE ROCK GYM!
Me: *ride ride ride*
Rock Gym: hi Ben, bet you wish you had your shoes
Me: yeah, I WANNA GO DOWN LAMAR STREET
Me: *ride ride ride*
Me: I think I'm bored of Lamar street
Me: I think I'll go home
Comic book store to my right: ENTER ME!
Me: I WANNA GO IN THE COMIC BOOK STORE
Spider man: read me!
Me: *read read read*
Me: bye comic book people
Lamar street: Come further
Me: well I could stop by the Highland Mall, ok.
Me: I must of made a wrong turn, I don't know this place
Park: you remember me right you've been here many times, cut through me!
Me: I WANNA CUT THROUGH THE PARK
Me: humm, I don't want to have to cut through all the people at the whole foods to get to the other side.
Me: I think I will take this road to the right, then turn left, and then left again
Me: that way I can get a drink at the whole foods, turn around, and find the mall
Me: la la la
Car: la la la
Fence: MUAHAHAH
Me: la la la
Car la LA la
Fence: MUAHAHAH 3... 2...
Me: AHHH
Car: AHHH
Bike: FUUUUUU*K

CRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!

Me: you f***ed up my bike lady
Lady: are you ok
Bike: NOOOOO
Me: I'm fine
Lady: put it in the back, I'll get u a new one
Me: Ok
Me: It wont fit
lady: tie it to that tree
Bike: Oh what the hell!!! your just gonna leave me here?
Car: VROOOOM!
Bike:............ hello?................

lady: we need bike
Bike man: get this bike
Me: I like this bike
Lady: he needs helmet
Me: I guess
Helmet man: get this helmet
Me: I like this helmet
Lady: He needs U lock
Me: well actually I already have a Lock so I don't really...
Lock man: get this lock
Tatoo man: tell me witch car is hers so I can put my bike under it
Me: hey this bike doesn't have a kickstand
Lady: WE NEED KICKSTAND!!!
Kickstand man: sorry we don't have any, but you can come back tomorrow.
Lady: fine, we want to buy all this
Me: wait, how much is all this stuff gonna cost???
Lady: doesn't matter
Cashier man: that'll be six bajillion dollars.
Capitol One Credit Card: WEEEEEEE
Lady: Take bike, go home, stay safe
Me: wow thanks lady, sorry you ran over me, nice meeting you, bye

Me: that was weird, oh well, time to go home
Me: la la la
Fence: MUAHAHAH
Me: la la la
Fence 3.... 2.....
Me: FENCE!!!!!!
Bike 2.0: BREEEAAAAAKKKKKK!!!
Me: *peeks around fence* humm, there wasn't a car this time anyway.
Me: oh hi old bike
Old Bike: huh? HEY HEY, finally, I've been sitting here in the sun for....
Me: gotta go, pick you up later maybe
Old Bike: what! wait wait, DON'T GO......wait wait.......NOOOO...............(muttering)..................MAYBE!?!?!?!? ...........

Home: welcome home
Me: good to be home
Bike 2.0: yeah, just park me right here dawg... cooo
Post: The End.

Disclamer: The only reason I got in a car with a stranger is because I was at least 6 miles from my home, and she had just ran over my bike. I mean what did you expect me to do, CARRY IT BACK?!?

Luckily the lady was really nice, and now, I have a pretty sweet bike, light weight too, so if it happens again, I will have the option of carrying it back (not that I will..... or that it will happen again)

Ideas for this post = El Zilcho

2008-04-07T21:50:00.002-05:00

While your mind is still slightly focused on the before mentioned post title I will complete contradict what I said and tell you that I DO have an idea for this post. Schizophrenia. Now, as I have said at least 100 times, your are probably thinking, "but bra (thats surfer for bro, I like to imagine all my readers have some kind of weird speech impediment, and yes, surfer is impediment) why r' u postin' bout schizophrenia dude, like, what's it got to do with u man". Well, it has absolutely nothing to do with me, but did Hitler really have anything to do with WWII? only if you believe everything you are told on the history channel, and if you believe old people who "claim" to have been there. But Hitler is neither here nor there, most likely because for someone to be "here or there" they would have to be somewhere, and to be somewhere implies that you actually exist, and well, I hate repeating myself, I hate repeating myself.

LIKE I WAS SAYING.

Schizophrenia. I'm posting about it because it fascinates me, kind of like how straying off from the topic at hand and rambling on about some random thing such as a WWII villain, or how I stray from topics fascinates me. But thats not the topic at hand, the topic as I said 3 times.... you know.... screw it, you know what it is. I AM POSTING BECAUSE IT FASCINATES ME, AND IF I CAN GET TO LINE TWO WITHOUT STRAYING FROM THE TOPIC I WILL BE FLABBERGASTED.... (Note to self, make next post about the word flabbergasted). Have you ever wondered if maybe you were schizophrenic and didn't know it, as strange as it sounds I have wondered... I have wondered why I've wondered that. See, I have thoroughly studied my brain, and have discovered the most logical path for my brain to take at any given time. So, to put it in idiot terms, or just not "me" terms. I can tell what I am going to be thinking and when. Incredible huh? With that still in mind, by all my accounts I should be wondering if I am really a schizo unknowing every Wednesday at 7:42PM just before thinking of what my life would be like if I were a panda destined to save the Congo from the commies and their heavily accented ninjas. Like I said, by all accounts, it makes no sense. So I am asking you, have you ever thought it? because I sure have (I directly contradicted myself there to see if you were paying attention) *prince power: rewind* (<-- ignore that) So I am asking you, have you ever thought it? because I sure haven't. But thinking about how I've never thought about it sure has me wondering..... WHAT IF I AM REALLY A SCHIZO AND DON'T KNOW IT!!!!

Thought of the Day: People say Leonardo Da Vinchi was a genius, but I don't know. I'm pretty sure he was an artist.

Writers Block..... Again

2008-03-24T19:52:00.002-05:00

I don't know exactly if its REAL writers block... more of a... lack of motivation, if you will. Either way, I haven't really felt like posting anything in a while, probably because not much as been happening out of the ordinary. But I guess you don't care about the out of the ordinary, you just want to hear something that has something to do with anything. Soooo.... on that note............ Ummmm......................................................................................

...............................wow......................................... Well I went climbing on Saturday....... But then I do that every week..... twice a week actually, its not much to write home about though. It was fun however, and I was finally able to campus one of the routes, (for those of you who don't know, that means, climbing with only hands, no legs) it was pretty cool. I'm thinking of making a climbing video, purely out of boredom mind you, and maybe a piano video too (same reason) anyway, after climbing we went to Zilker park to go swimming in freezing water for all of 2 minutes. That is, we swam for 2 minutes, we sat there for over an hour, but don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, in fact it was fun. The Volleyball after that was more fun however, even though I was never on the winning team. I suppose thats what I get for sucking so much at it. Next time will be different, anyway, thats all I'm leaving you with today, I'll come back when this writers block is over..... or you bug me enough.... either way, I never miss a month, never have.

Achievement of the Day: I had an epiphany today, you see, I had a game that needed a CD-KEY, War Craft to be precise, anyway, problem was, the CD-KEY I had was missing 2 digits, so I got an idea. I looked at my keyboard, then looked at the remaining CD-KEY, it seemed that they only used numbers and letters. With that given information I deduced that there were 36 possible keys on my keyboard that could be used, and it would be a combination of 2 of those keys. Using my expert math skills I then deduced that there would be 1296 possibility's in all.... unless I had the positioning of the digits wrong, in which case that would be doubled... meaning 2592 possibility's, but I'm a "glass half full" guy, so I didn't think of that. I tried entering 2 different combinations to see how long it would take me to punch it in, and realizing that it only took about 2 seconds to punch in 2 combinations, I decided to go for it, and try all 1296 possibility's. Anyway, as luck would have it I didn't have to do all of them, in fact I only had to do 134 before I got it right, pretty sweet huh........................I'm gonna go play it now.

READ ME!

2008-03-05T08:32:00.002-06:00

I feel unwanted... it seems my blog has been slowly dying. I know you may thinking that because of the fact I got 600 hits in one month, that it is still alive, but I beg to differ. See, as far as I'm concerned, unless you leave a comment, I have no proof you really read anything, you could just be some random person who stumbled here, and that's not good. And the fact that I am avraging about 3 comments per post isn't helping much (as apposed to last year, when I was avraging about 8) So here's my request people, well actually I have two. First of all, to all my dedicated fans, I want you to tell people, I don't care who you tell just tell everyone you know , tell everyone they know to tell everyone they know, to tell everyone they know, to read my blog, but more importantly LEAVE A COMMENT!!

Random (or not so random) Realization of the Day: I guess this makes me an online attention whore...

Victory is Sweet

2008-02-06T16:27:00.001-06:00

I don't think I've cheered so hard in a long, long time.

Thought of the Day: I regret to inform you that, dew the lack of thoughts recently, I have decided that I WILL NOT be doing thoughts on every post. Only on longer posts, or just whenever I have something funny in my head.

And this is how I completely disregard everything I was told...

2008-02-02T00:17:00.000-06:00

Provocative title no? your probably wondering "what does it mean" well its simple, quite ironic really if I'm using that word right. I suppose it all started a few weeks ago, when I was talking with my sister, somehow we got onto the subject of online dating, she said that she would never online date, and I agreed with her 100%, stating that "I think its completely stupid and would never do it"... You can probably guess where I'm going with this... I feel like I should stop now, but, for those of you with an IQ of under 60, I'll explain....

.... I got a girlfriend, and not just that, I got an online girlfriend. Believe me when I say I had no clue, and was completely unaware till it was too late. honestly, it's like being drunk, you don't really remember what happened the other night, all you know is it did. I don't remember ever saying I would agree to be her boyfriend, in fact, to me it seemed like one moment we were carrying on a normal conversation like normal people, and the very next we were muttering romantic nothings... in Spanish (.....eh.....uh..... yeah). Now I know what you thinking "if you didn't want one, why don't you just break up?" well the answer to that is simple... I don't want to, I actually like her, shes fun to talk to, she makes me feel good, and... well... I just... like her.
All that however is not the most shocking part of it, at least not to me. No the most shocking part is.... well.... I might as well use another story. Actually this story is from just tonight. I was sitting down on the kitchen table... well actually the chair... the computer was on the table... anyway... I was sitting on a chair by the kitchen table when in comes three of my brothers, just back from San Antonio. Seeing me sitting there chatting with people online, I think its instinct for brothers to ask "sooo are you chatting to your girlfriend" in sort of a mocking voice. Now me, trying to think quick, and not wanting to have to explain a whole heap of things replied with a simple "maybe", in a tone that would imply jest, to make them think I was really joking, when really I was only telling a half truth. The most astonishing thing was, just after he said that, for some... random... ironic reason, he said "shes probably like 14".... Once again for those of you with a low IQ I will further elaborate. Yes... she is 14, but I didn't really realize this until it was... "to late" as you could say. I was talking with her and noticed her display picture, I looked at it and the first thing that came to mind was "Woah, that girls cute, and HEY! shes like my age, probably like 17". Now this wouldn't be that weird considering that with all the hormones put in the cows we eat, women are maturing at a much faster rate. What was weird was that she didn't act younger then me either. She acted like... well... like she was older. It didn't hit me till after I already started to like her. I looked at her profile and there, plain as day said "age 14"... yeah.... it was one of those "Wow... I am such a perv" moments... we've all had them. Anyway, even though most of you probably think its weird, I don't really.... I mean comon, my mom is 6 years older then my dad. that would be like me dating a 10 year old, THAT would be weird. Anyway, I'm only posting about it because it was stressing me trying to keep a secret, just to avoid the "disappointed/awkward/creepy glare" that I know I'll get........ Anyway......... there you have it. Oh, also, I think most guys would agree with my reasoning if they saw a picture of her... but if you over 18 that makes you a pedo, sorry, wadda ya gonna do.

P.S. Her sister told me that if I beak her heart she'll break my face..... not sure if that's good or not.

Oh and no, her screen name isn't "sexygirl69" (yeah)

Thought of the day: = Useless Power of the Day (but just today): The mad with the ability to flip light switches on and off and super human speed (powers only apply to lights).

Humm

2008-01-31T12:03:00.000-06:00

Do you ever get the feeling that you might be making a huge mistake in some part of your life. A mistake that has the potential to either make you or break you. A mistake that could send you down a road of glee and delight, but could also end up sending you down a road of simultaneous depression and embarrassment?.............

.........Sucks for you, I don't.

P.S. if you were wondering if I was trying to be all artistic with my profile picture by not centering it your wrong, I just wanted a square picture (without my bothers arm and hair in the shot)

Thought of the Day: Did you know that Tuna fish is Satan's AND Hitler's favorite food, next to the tormented souls of the innocent that is.

I added a chat.

2008-01-27T01:04:00.000-06:00

See --->

For people who want to talk to me :D
and stuff...

P.S. if you want to talk, just click the thing that is halfway covered (stupid size malfunction) that says set name.... or whatever it say. Its best to get an account, it takes like 0.2 seconds, but you can also just put a name there.

Thought of the Day: I really think I hate Dr. Phil.... I really do

Note to self...

2008-01-22T21:59:00.000-06:00

Never get pretend married online to a girl just because she said you were cute and gave you a pretend lap dance. She'll just end up getting a pretend divorce the next day and running off with someone way less "smexy"........

In other news HEATH LEDGER DIED TODAY!!!!...... honestly....... I DID NOT see that coming.

Thought of the Day: OH NO!!! what will happen to BATMAN!!! NOOOOOOO!

Because It Seemed Important...

2008-01-06T21:14:00.000-06:00

... Well sorta... actually not really.

Anyway....

I just thought I would let everyone know that, after spending the entire 16 years of my still young life without ever once making a new years resolution, or at least not one I really meant, I finally have.

Though I don't feel like I should tell you what it is, seeing as how its pretty personal, I'm just going to say... its juicy, real juicy... in a very... sad... sad way.

And on that note (but so far off for all who don't know who... err... what I'm talking about. I.E. everyone), *ahem* Please... leave my brain alone, your pink fuzzy heart shaped ninja sword of doom's constant fantasy love slashes at my imagination is causing me to lose focus on things real....

and now... I retire.... Insane.....
HAHAHHAAHAH....ahhhhh

Thought of the Day: last night, believe it or not, I had a dream that I was a midget, and I fell in love with a girl that was half girl half fairy, but she was also sweedish, in her late 40's, and weighed about 115 to 170 pounds (it changed randomly), I later found out that she was a criminal known for taking advantage of midgets and making them fall in love with her, most surprisingly female midgets, ranging from what I could tell about 16 to 25 years old. The funny thing was they were all surprisingly hot for midgets... and naked, they were all naked too, hot naked teen-age midgets... *cough*... anyway, I ended up pretending to like her after I found out about her dirty little secret, but then called the wall-mart security on her, and had her sent away. I think the reason I was the only one out of her midget following to find out about her evil-ness was because I was part leprechaun, just like she was half fairy.... weird huh.........

A New Year

2008-01-03T14:15:00.000-06:00

Before you ask the question your going to ask I'm going to answer that question, before you ask it. No, I am not going to post about my Christmas or my New Year's party because frankly thats not any of your business. Also, I have always thought it's rather pointless telling people about all the fun you've had, I think it just bugs people. Instead, I am going to make a list. A list of ESSENTIALS, for next years Christmas party\ New Years party.

Item Number 1. Mop. A mop will come in very handy if you have small children around who like to make messes.

No. 2. Bucket. At most party's there are plenty of guests, and plenty of guests means plenty of cars. Don't you think it would be great to have a bucket that everyone could put their keys into. That way no one would have to wast time looking for their keys, they'll know just where they are

No. 3. Padding around the Toilet. If you're anything like me you know just how painful it can be sitting on a toilet without foot padding, if you have anything from a stubbed little tow to a nasty bunion its a must. Also the guests will love it, and want to come back for future party's.

No. 4. Laundry Soap. Nothing stains that red and green sweater like Eggnog, and theres no greater annoyance then not being able to wash it out right away. So make sure you have plenty on hand.

No. 5. Low Beds. My motto has always been safety first, and if there is one thing bunk beds aren't, its safe. Make sure that if someone falls asleep at the party from all the filing food (sometimes thats all it takes) put him on one of the low beds, so that he won't accidentally roll off and hurt his jaw and have to walk around for the next three days thinking to himself "why the hell does my jaw hurt so bad?"

And last but not least, the most essential thing in any party is a healthy supply of tomato juice, theres nothing better to start the new year off with a big heaping plate of blueberry pancakes and a nice big glass of tomato juice, yum.

Oh and is it to much to ask for a car with decent shocks? I almost hurled twice in that fricken' thing.

Thought of the Day: I put the "meister" back in Jagermeister... as in, "oh that class clown is such a.... cool meister".... or, or, "Pimp Meister"............. Yeah.

Me Vs. You

2007-12-17T18:06:00.000-06:00

In the mood of stupidity I think that today I am going to show everyone just how drastically differently I think then most people.

We'll start with some random small things

Inanimate objects- One thing about me that is very different then most normal people is my view of inanimate objects. Where one person would see leaf, falling gently from a tree hight above, I see a "Wind Ninja" fluttering down silently, passing and flipping through the air, ready to strike his mortal enemy, the grass, with vicious fury. Now you may be thinking "oh well I guess that makes the leafs the bad guys right, because the grass is so soft and nice and pretty. Well see, thats how I'm so different, Instead of seeing a green utopia in an open field I see the product of millions of dead leafs, cut up and mulched by the grass, for food. You may not think that a little wind ninja could do much against the sheer numbers of their pleasantly colored foes, but thats what makes them so extraordinary. A leaf will lay on a blade of grass for hours, days, even weeks, it will stay as long as it has to to make sure that whatever is below it wont live to see spring, I.E. wither and die. Anyway, it hasn't looked very good for the leafs as long as Ive been alive, but hopefully with the support of more people we can let the graceful wind ninjas sore the skies again like they did before the grass came about.

Contact me in comments if you'd like to make a donation.

Video Games- See, most people wonder why I "waste" most of my days playing video games all day. They look at it and see a time waster in a box with pretty pictures, but what I see is so much different. I see subjects of my will, pixels that will follow my commands with a mere thought and twitch of thumb. The video games do what I want, they provide me with the pleasure that only a select few dictators could have ever felt, and in return I give them a place to live, I keep then in better condition then any other person alive could, I make sure that their booklets have all their pages, without even a bend or tear. It is a truly symbiotic relationship, but most people cant see that, they simply call me addicted. Well you know what, I'm not afraid to say that yes, I am addicted to my little friends, and I'm not ashamed of it, because I know that their more then just games... they're an oppressed creation, looked down on as being a "time waster", and I am just a person who cares and who wants to give them a good home.
If you'd like you could contact me in comments and leave a donation, with just a couple of dollars from everyone I could give a hundred video games a new home, where they would be loved and cared for.

Anyway, theres a LOT more I could go on about but looking at the last post I don't really want to make this post super long, so I'll stop here. Until then I just what to say that I hope I sent a good message to everyone about the leafs and the video games of this country, and how they are being oppressed and abused. So next time you go to buy an ice cream or a little orphan boy, just think, is there something better I could be doing with this money.

Call me if you make the right choice

Thought of the Day: I think it would be fun to tie a weight to a duck and throw it off a bridge, that way, you can yell out "Duck" and everyone can have a good laugh.

I Call My Alter Ego HULK!!! (Mondo Long Post)

2007-12-12T17:34:00.000-06:00

*warning* The content of this post is meant to be taken as a joke, ALL OF IT, even the part where I, looking like the devil, shoots a low profile actor, GOT IT!!!

...Readers!!! Crisis!!! Listen!!!
It has come to my attention recently... well actually it came to my attention a few months ago, but I didn't want to admit it until just now.... *Ahem* It has come to my attention that I, yes I, the great, lovable, kind, and NOT EMO (no matter how much I look it or may sound like it at times) Class Clown has issues, and not just any kind of issues. I.... have anger issues... (pause for effect)
I fully realized it just yesterday while doing my school. I had just finished algebra and was almost done with my geometry. Now so far I have actually enjoyed geometry, it was all pretty simple, plus it made me sound smart saying things like "if any two parallel lines are separated by a transversal then their opposite interior angles are congruent", yeah, its all pretty swell. Anyway, I was on the last three problems when something came up, a hard problem, one that I couldn't figure out. panicking I looked into the answer key in a desperate act to figure out the reason I needed to do what I needed to do (you see, I can't do anything in life if I don't know why I'm doing it, its a curse and a blessing). Anyway I must of looked through the answer key ten times before I realized that... there was no reason, no why, no pattern, no order... no hope. It was as if someone had told me the universe didn't exist and that we were all made of Kraft cheese... and all of a sudden... I snapped. I started to see myself as a dragon, smoke was bellowing from my nostrils with every angry *puff* I would make. I looked at my hand that was violently clenching my pencil and saw my fingers begin to squeeze, tighter and tighter. The veins on my hand began to grow and pulsate with hundreds of millions of angry blood cells yelling all at once in a squeaky typical red blood cell voice
"Victory, Victory, we shall rule you".
I lifted my arm high, ready to smash it against the table in fury when I thought
"no... thats just what they'll be expecting me to do".
I closed my eyes tight and tried to think of anything other then geometry and angry little blood cells, when I heard a voice, a still small voice... it couldn't be.
"No..... NO" I thought
"it can't be, IT CAN'T BE YOU!!!",
music was coming from all over, terrible music, I knew that music
"STAY OUT OF MY HEAD PHIL COLLINS" I shouted "AND TAKE YOU DAMN TARZAN SOUND TRACK WITH YOU!!!"
it was no use, the music only got louder.
"I wanna know, can you show me" echoed through me ears, and then out my mouth, "no, it can't be, I can't be singing". I tried desperately to shut down my mind but by that time there were to many things running through it, and way to fast. It sounded something like this I imagine.

"Something familiar about these 4 + 5 = strangers like fish, tell me bear, please blue red, 5.25 does not 1 5 out of the dish soap maker taker ball breaker ooh eee ooh ah ah, ting tang walla walla bing bang"

It was as if every stupid annoying thought that had ever entered anyones mind had just came flooding into mine, but then all at once... it stopped. There was finally silence. I peeked open one eye, then the other and began to look around, I was standing in a hallway about 10 feet from where I was sitting before,
"how did I get here" I muttered to myself.
"You walked" came a voice from behind me.
I quickly turned around to see... A mirror? but it wasn't me in it, how could that be. Instead all I saw was a ninja, a ninja wearing a blue dragon mask.
"don't you remember, you walked here muttering something about strangers"
I looked into the holes of the mask, I looked into the ninjas eyes, those weren't my eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked
"what are you talking about?" said the voice "I'm you"
he put his hand on the mask and lifted it off and away from his face.
"no.....NOOOOO" I cried... It was........it was.......

HIM!

My hands clenched into fists as I stared at his hideous face. It was as if all my worst nightmares were realized.
"No, You're not me" I said in disgust, turning away.
"You're right, I'm not, I'm better... see for your self, HEY BABE!, COME HERE" he shouted "I want you to meet my friend"
I turned to look into the mirror, and to my dismay saw non other then the young and beautiful Jessica Alba come strutting along on command.
"My eyes filled with rage as I watched him grab her in places a man that creepy shouldn't grab.
"NOOOOOO" I cried even more enraged then before.
I raised my clenched fist, my eyes gleaming with resolve, and violently pounded the mirror into pieces. I hit it so hard in fact that I put a hole in the wall behind it, but I wasn't finished yet, I raised my fists and pounded them hard on every little shard of glass.
With every stroke that fell the pieces became smaller and smaller, and with every stroke that fell my hands began to bleed more and more.
"NO, not oxygen" cried the little blood cells as they splattered on the tiny fragments of glass,
"How did he knooooooooow"

It was all over, Kevin was dead.
I walked into the living room, it was so dark,
"I must of destroyed a fuse when I punched through the wall" I thought, when all of a sudden I heard a shrill laugh come from behind me. I turned to see no one, then another laugh, again from behind me. I turned as quick as I could but again saw no one. A loud whistling began to sound through the small trailer, I could hear laughter all around me but there was no one there. The whistling grew louder until the whole trailer began to shake, until finally the glass of the windows broke and wind more powerful then I had ever felt came surging through. The Christmas stockings were lifted from off the mantle of the fake fireplace and violently thrown out the windows. The silverware drawer slid open and all the forks, knives, and spoons began to dance in the wind around me in a full circle, around and around and around. This was no ordinary wind, it was supernatural. I keeled down covering my head with my hands. It was like I was in a horror movie and I was the poor sap who died in the end, ruining an already #&%tty movie. I could hear the music from jack in the boxes all around me, repeating, repeating, "don dondon donda dal de da don dondon don da... da". Over and over, it wouldn't stop nothing would stop, when finally I lifted my head and cried out.

"ENOUGH!!!"

.........Everything went quiet.......... the wind went dead.... not a sound for miles. I slowly opened my eyes, a slight feeling of deja vu came over me just before I felt a cold feeling wrap around my neck, and a whisper in my ear.
"you can not hide, what’s inside",
"Your right...... KEVIN! I can't"
I stood up tall, I could feel the anger taking over, coursing through my veins and out my nostrils just like it did when this whole thing started, only this time, I was holding nothing back. the breath from my nostrils turned into smoke, and then fire. I began to grow, taller, taller, 10 feet, 12 feet, 15 feet, until I broke right through the roof. my eyes burned red with fire, my arms and back sprouted dagger like spikes. All my video games and school books (being the cause of most of my anger) ran for their lives, knowing what I would do to them in my fully transformed "rage stage".
"I'm not afraid of you" said Kevin "I'm still the better man"
"but I'm the bigger man" I said in a deep bellowing voice "besides, I know your only weakness"
I reached into my pocket and pulled it out, it was a gun. I pulled back on the trigger sending a bulled straight through the heart.
"NOOOO" he cried "Bullets.... how did you know... I... Ahhh"
"Then it is over" I said. No sooner after I said those words did everything go black, and if you've been keeping track of the "Blackness 'O' meter" you would know that that’s pretty damn black. I began to lose feeling, and before I knew it, I was gone.

When I came about, a few minutes later I was lying on the living room floor stark naked.
"Was it just a dream?" I thought. I sat there for a bit and the more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't want to know. I put my clothes back on and sat down on the chair where I was originally doing my geometry. I looked down at the book to see scribbles all over the pages.
"what the hell?" I thought.
I looked back up and saw knives, forks, even spoons, scattered and stabbed in the walls.
"woah" I thought "I must of really lost it".
I flipped my pencil around, surprised that it was still in one piece and began to erase the scribbles on my book.
"I had better finish my geometry, after all, geometry is the way of the future ..................................................................the way of the future......................................... the way of the future ............................................................................................................................ the way of the future................................................... the way of the future............................ the way of the future....................................... the way of the future............. the way of the future.............. the way of the future.................................... DON DON DONNNNNNN......

-To be Continued (not)-

*editors note* 87% of the occurrences in this post never actually happened, however, the 13% that did happen was pretty &$^#ed up.

Thought up the Day: Panda bears are a lot like regular bears, except they're whiter and can speak Chinese.

Home of the Brave

2007-12-08T20:05:00.000-06:00

Do I really need to say anything?...

Thought of the Day: Every time I go to make a post I can never think of a frickin' thought of the day..................................... ZING!

"The Air Near My Fingers" (Is Making it Hard to Type)

2007-12-04T18:11:00.000-06:00

I wrote something kind of long, but then erased it... I didn't like it... this little bit is all you get

if you want more, look up the White Stripes on AZlyrics, then look for the title of the post (the part in quotations), says a bit about me it does.

thats all.

Thought of the Day: Ever notice how the people in Selsun Blue commercials look alot like Ninjas.

I'm Not Dead (Yet)

2007-11-22T13:01:00.000-06:00

Most of you are probably wondering why I haven't posted anything new in the past few weeks. The answer is simple really, my still young 16 year old mind has moved on to bigger and better things, and by that I mean I have been sitting on my butt all day, catching up on episodes of The Amazing Race, Avatar: The Last Airbender, and Scrubs. Sigh*, its been a good week.
The funny thing is I was actually writing a big THREE PART POST about the bachelor party, wedding, and my new computer, but sadly, it was erased.

Oh yeah, I went to the before mentioned older brothers wedding a few weeks ago, and yeah, I did just use the phrase "before mentioned". The wedding was pretty fun, laughs and rainbows all around, I even got to be a grooms man, not the best man, but the best grooms man for sure. Before you ask, I DON'T have any pictures on hand, but the image of me in a tux is to good to not show everyone, so expect pictures soon... someday.
I would say more about the wedding, but, I think everyone else already has, SO, not being one to follow the crowd, I will neither talk about the wedding, nor babies (their all the rage). Instead, if you wish to read about either of those lovely topics, simply look to your right at my lovely link list... its bitchin'. At this point your probably wondering... (god I must of said that at least a billion times on this blog in one form or another.... heheh..... billion) I think I'm going to make that my word of the century folks, "Billion"... yeah... greatest word since "Papya" of "Chimichanga", and yes, I can use things I said in parenthathies and make them into topics. I can do whatever I want here, being my blog and all, but most importantly, I can do whatever I want and still look cool! Take that... (name of obscure celebratie here). Anyway, where was I, ah yes, at this point your probably wondering....... pause...... What I'm going to be talking about. The answer is simply really...

... Nothing.

Thought of the Day: ...I have an intimate relationship with my toilet... Now its your turn to share something

I'm a Geek just like your American/Black/Mexican/whatever

2007-10-23T01:38:00.000-05:00

Can't help it...

Can't fight it...

Why fight it...

I recently downloaded 40 years worth of X-men comic books off the internet... Yeah... original advertisements included too, though that gets kind of annoying after the first issue.

And speaking of first issue, those 40 years come complete with ALL the early issues, you know, 1, 2 all the way up to 400, not an issue missed, even the reprints after issue 60.....3 or 8(I know these things) are there. Now I finally get to see the pulse pounding/retarded battles with Magneto, the Vanisher, Blob, the Brotherhood, and many more... Thats bragging rights right there I'll have you know.

In other news, Along with the X-men, I also downloaded the complete library of Sin City, V for Vendetta, 300, and a few some other one called Cable and Deadpool (corny but I like it). Sin City is probably the best outta what I got I think, despite how "evil" and "focused on the dark side" everyone said the movie was. Frank Millers got some talent, ya gotta give him that. Anyway, I'm gonna go.... read.... just thought I'd let all you other geeks know that.

Be jealous, be very jealous.

Thought of the Day: Everyone said I was crazy when I said Kevin Bacon was controlling peoples minds through his $#itty movies... they'll see... They'll all see

This Post Is For You.

2007-10-16T21:21:00.000-05:00

This post is for 72 Degrees Fahrenheit.
This post is for Piano.
This post is for Symmetry.
This post is for Wireless Appliances.
This post is for Friday Night.
This post is for Muse.
This post is for Thanksgiving.
This post is for Back to the Future.
This post is for Chocolate Cake.
This post is for Fingers.
This post is for Final Fantasy.
This post is for Sun Light.
This post is for Orange Juice.
This post is for Easy Chairs.
This post is for Love.
This post is for Microwave Ovens.
This post is for Deadpool.
This post is for Obsessions.
This post is for Stalkers (wink).
This post is for Dwight Schrute.
This post is for Michigan.
This post is for Memories.
This post is for Girls.
This post is for Grammar.
This post is for Stories.
This post is for The Imagination
This post is for Winning a Debate.
This post is for Warcraft III.
This post is for Yellow.
This post is for F#*@ing the FCC.
This post is for Day Dreams.
This post is for Believing in something that defies all Logic.
This post is for Erasers.
This post is for The Essence of Random.
This post is for The Plural of Hippo.
This post is for Climaxes.
This post is for Knowing every word to a Song.

And Speaking of Climaxes.

This post is for anyone who's ever made me stay up all night thinking about them. For anyone who has ever made me change, without asking. For anyone who still believes in me, and still believes I can be something great, even though to this day I've never done anything extraordinary. For anyone who would stick with me no matter what I did.

And for the Climax of all Climaxes...

This post is for You.........

.......Mostly.........

..........Well sorta

P.S. I just wanted to put this picture I made on photo shop up.... cuz its pretty much the shiz. and well, it works pretty well for an ink blot type thingy, seeing as how blue and black are the most imaginative colors (at least to me) so yeah, don't ask me what it means, because well, I can't tell you..... and well, you know where I'm going with this....Thought of the Day: Cloud Strife uses Paul Mitchael.... Shouldn't you?

I feel Like Peter Pan (without the gay tights)

2007-10-09T13:47:00.000-05:00

I bet a lot of you people right now are thinking "why the gay title", well the simplest answer to that is, I can do what ever the hell I want, but that isn't the most explanatory answer. No, the most explanatory one would be that, over this last month, I have had, yet another revelation. Actually on second thought, a revelation might not be the best word... more of... A wish to far, if you will. "what wish is that?" you may say. Well before I even begin to tell you I want you to take another good long look at the title, then read the below.

I never want to grow up... thats right, I hate it, its terrible. If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself just how much worse everything gets when you get older, simply by examining this chart

P.S. I'm an honest person so I've lain it all out including shower time and Midnight computer time (you know what I'm talking about)
As you can see the Fun Level decreased exponentially from the time I was ten till now, what was once at a solid 75 is now at 20! and this is because of rising responsibility and depression. Now dew to the increase in depression (and just things that happen at that time) it has let to greatly increased shower time, which in turn led to the steady increase of "Midnight Computer time". All this time wasted on things like that has led to a decrease in originality which I have been forcing to regain these last years (notice the rise). Anyway, all this to say, getting older is not fun and I can prove it. I have made here a list of all the fun things i can't do anymore dew to my age (at least can't do them without looking like a complete idiot).

*Ahem*

I want to be able to run around the house in my batman underwear again. I want to wake up a 6 A.M. on a Saturday so I can watch cartoons till 5 P.M. I want to be able to watch the news or a political debate without ever once thinking "that is so true". I want to run around in my back yard swing a stick and ACTUALLY believe I am the prophesied warrior from earth sent to liberate the magical people of god knows where from an evil dictator. I want to believer in God AND Final Fantasy. I want to drive to town ever month to buy all the latest Comic books (never actually got to do that, but I'm sure downloading them off Limewire just isn't the same). I want to be able to tell my friends that my Paladin does 40 - 75 AOE Damage plus an additional 10 Damage per second with level 3 Immolation, and sound like a complete bad ass. I want to remember why my fingers mean so much to me (I have forgotten why I hold them in such high regards, all I know is I do. Maybe it has something to do with the fact I am a video game playing Pianist?). I want to make a 10 to 20 minute rock remix of "the song that never ends" in a style mix of Muse and Ray Charles and play it at the next big social gathering... Ok so that has nothing to do with being a kid but I want to do it all the same. I want to drink Pine Sol just so I can have people correct me. I want to be naive enough to fill the dishwasher with dish soap causing the whole kitchen to flood with bubbles. Then I want to put the bubbles on my face and hide in the fireplace saying "Ho ho ho" when any boring adult without a sense of humor or a penis large enough to keep him happy walked by. I want to dye my hair blue. I want to run around TOWN in my batman underwear (I said it twice because its sounding really fun right about now).

But most of all....

most of all....

I don't want to forced to make a decision I never wanted to make. I don't want to have it always in the back of my mind, distracting me from anything and everything, nagging me, saying "you need to decide by the end of the year, START DECIDING". I don't want people to try and give me their own dreams and their own lives and their own goals, and try to make me believe that they are mine. I don't want people to question my faith for things in life that I'M not sure about. I want people to see that no matter what I choose, I can make it the right choice. I want people to stop being so God damned self righteous, and stop trying to force everything they chose in their lives on me. I don't want to believe that if I don't choose option A that I am a bad person. But I just... I don't want to disappoint anyone who's opinions I respect, but I know that no matter what I choose... I will...
It's a civil war, and I'm right in the middle, just like....... Kansas... or Spider-man... or something.

I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about, if you do, please just... don't try and force me into anything. Have enough faith in me that I will make the right choice, WHATEVER that may be. Even if its not YOUR choice, just trust that its the right one. And just know that, if I screw up my life its MY fault, not yours. Open the doors people, but don't push me through.

In other news, I thought I'd Lighten the mood (seeing as how my "thoughts" aren't funny if your thinking to hard) by letting everyone know that is a holiday. Thats right its "Steven Colbert: I am America (and so can you)" Day. So lets all celebrate by drinking beer, skipping any school or jobs, and listen to some great Phil Collins tracks... err, on second thought, scratch that last one, and on that note....

Thought of the Day: Phil Collins always reminds me of Tarzan and suicide. I think it goes back to that time I tried to kill my self when I realized I was had to hear more then two of his songs while watching that movie.

The List Challenge

2007-09-15T13:53:00.001-05:00

Well people, I'm bored, and boredom, as some of you may know, is usually the father all great ideas, and a great idea is what i just had. I decided to make a challenging (or maybe not so challenging) list to test my readers knowledge of... well if I told you, I'd have to kill you. Anyway the basic concept of it is, I make a list, giving only the first names of a bunch of people, and you have to tell me how all those names, and in turn, how all those people are connected. And if you ever figure it out, leave a comment, and I'll be sure to... I don't know... say your name on my blog... or something.

So start guessing.

Thought of the Day: erugif og, orehrepus si tsil eht rof eulc het

Read this blog!

2007-09-12T20:28:00.000-05:00

Dear readers, I humbly request, nay, I DEMAND that you read this ---> blog. "But why should I read this blog of which you speak O' Lord Clown Benjamin the First?"

Well, reason number one, its a good friends blog. And reason number two (and probably the most important) I did the header all by myself (and the little blue thing on the bottom of the page too). So yeah, read it... or you won't be my friend anymore

(and to the publisher of said blog, you had better post, or or I'll have to dish out something I have yet to name upon you)

Thought of the Day: of all the people who told me I'm sexy, I think only one of them really existed.

Leaving (on not quite a Jet plane)

2007-09-11T10:02:00.000-05:00

That’s right I'm leaving my humble abode (whatever that means) to stay a few weeks with my brother in San Antonio, I can't really make any jokes about any of it, because if I did I just might get my soul damned to the depths of hades. Anyway, don't expect to hear from me any time soon, as I will most likely be... on second though, never mind... I get ahead of myself.

Bye.

Thought of the Day: Of love and war: of War. I came, I saw, I conquered. Of Love, I saw, I conquered, I came.

Proof

2007-08-28T22:53:00.000-05:00

Here it is folks, undeniable PROOF, that you CAN waste your life playing video games and still do something completely awesome.

This guy here obviously played WAY to much Mario, but you see, he has turned this to his advantage.

anyway, here’s the video of which I speak

so to anyone out there, (name drop) kinda like Jamie, who spent to much time playing Mario, don’t be afraid, there’s still hope for you.

Thought of the Day: Ben Afleck is only friends with matt Damon so he can fatten him up and eat him

I guess I need to post something new

2007-08-23T22:06:00.000-05:00

I haven't posted since my birthday and for I think the first time ever, I actually don't want to post anything. Weird. Anyway I think I'll keep it short until inspiration strikes, so I will just share a stupid moment in my life. I call it

THE BIG BIG BOOK OF BEN'S STUPID ACHIEVEMENTS CHAPTER XXXXVIII BOOK XXII PAGE 1420..... of chapter XXXXVIII.

A few days ago I was talking a shower and talking when something stupid happened. I was just standing there soaking up the water until I decided that it was time to soap up. I reached into my toiletry kit and grabbed my, wonderful, sexy, and powerful, Axe Clicks with all new fragrance "Bom Chicka wah wah" (Trade Mark) body wash and put it in my hand.
Now at the very moment I put the body wash into my hand a wonderful thought of a very pretty girl came into my head, and then another, and then another. Now if you are a guy you know what I am talking about, but if your not let me explain. when thoughts of a beautiful woman come unannounced into a mans head he has three choices, become a sex obsessed player and begin doing private things to himself, ignore the thoughts completely and become a homosexual, or embrace the thoughts and sit there in a relative unconscious bliss only thinking of this person. Now me, not being an extremist, decided to go the middle route (the one where I don’t become a chronically masturbating homosexual) I stood there for about 2 minutes, until I finally realized that, for some strange reason, I was rubbing my head. "what the heck" I thought. I looked around and didn't see any shampoo on the floor near me, but instead all I saw was a sleek thin bottle of strong sexy axe clicks, for the ladies "bom chicka wah wah" (trademark) sitting on the floor with a look (if bottles had looks) as if it had planned the whole thing and had sent images of this sexy anonymous half naked girl into my mind so that I would purposly ruin my hair. I could just see it laughing manically like a Saturday morning cartoon villain, shouting out "you fool, I shall be your doom, Muwahahah!!!". Now see, if any of this had actually happened, I probably would of kicked the bottle straight out of the shower, but since it was all in my imagination, I remembered my Karma, and left the defenseless bottle alone and washed the axe clicks blah blah blah (trade mark) out of my hair and reached straight for my shampoo which at this time seemed like Superman, but unbeknownst to me was really BAZARRO!!! ( that joke would of been hilarious if anyone who read this blog had ever watched or read superman). I put the shampoo in my hair and scrubbed for a bit, then washed it out and to my surprise, it made my hair all hard and... for lack of a better less... teenage girly word (I'm not gay just a little slow), yucky. Panicking I did what your local village idiot would do and decided that "if this shampoo made my hair harder I had better use it again" so I did, and, wouldn't you know it, my hair got harder. I felt my head and this time it felt as if evil gremlin of "suave prune shampoo" decided that he wanted to seriously... (explicit edited) up my hair. After the second shampooing I finally decided that I would use conditioner and hopefully it would make my hair "beautiful" again. I readied my voice and shouted over to the next stall where a friend was taking a shower (and obviously wasn't having as much trouble as I was) "hey Joe! you got any conditioner?" I said. A bottle of conditioner came sliding swiftly under the curtains. I quickly rubbed it all over my head, making sure to cover every tiny tiny bit of my newly black with awesome accidental red highlights hair. To my relief once I was done my hair was just as shiny and smooth as ever, and its all thanks to one hot young half naked thought, the end.

Sorry, I really tryed to keep it short, I just got carried away.

Thought of the day: I hate Warner Brothers, they turned down my idea for an AWESOME movie. I mean common, who in their right would turn down "Fast and the Furious 4, Amish Drift". Its gold I tell ya, gold.

Happy Birthday

2007-08-06T09:49:00.000-05:00

M. Night Shyamalan, born August 6th 1970

Thought of the Day: it seems like just yesterday was august 5th, ahh.

Silly Japanese

2007-07-28T14:09:00.001-05:00

I was up late last night browsing the internet when I came across this.

"In 1978, Spider-Man made his first appearance on Japanese television in Supaida-man (in English, "Spider-Man") a show done in the Tokusatsu style. Tokusatsu, which refers to Japanese live action shows using special effects, is probably best known in the United States in the form of Power Rangers television series. After acquiring the license to the Spiderman character Toei decided to spin the character into a direction they believed more suited for their audience. To that end, the story of Spider-Man in the Japanese story goes as follows:

Motor-cross champion Yamashiro Takuya finds his dying father next to a crashed spacecraft from the planet Spider, and discovers Garia -- the lone survivor of Spider who gives Yamashiro his bracelet. The bracelet gives Yamashiro his web slinging powers, as well as the ability to summon a giant robot (formed from his flying car and the aforementioned alien ship) named Leopardon. He'd need these powers and friends to face the not-so-subtly named Professor Monster and his Iron Cross Army." -Ign

Wow..... Glad I wasn't around for that.

(P.S. for all the Japanese folks reading this I have nothing against your race, in fact Sonic and Final Fantasy are some of my favorite games, I just think they are funny, and couldn’t resist posting this)

Thought of the Day: Everyone thinks I'm crazy for avoiding mirrors, but I'm sure they would too if they saw the same weirdo I did. I don't know who that guy is, but I don’t like him much.

100

2007-07-26T19:41:00.000-05:00

Well everyone, as you probably have noticed by now I changed some things around, the reason for that is simple... ITS MY 100TH POST!!! yay....... Ahem... Anyway, I thought in light of the event I would change some things around such as adding new colors, a CUSTOM header and a COMPLETELY MADE BY ME squigly... right there... behind what you are reading. Now I'm sure many of you have some questions about why I changed certain things, and I will answer them the best I can by making what we call "Q&A".

Q. Why the gay colors?

A. Manly colors are overate, plus they were taken.

Q. Why the painfully obvious blog description "this color is orange"

A. Cuz its painfully funny... I thought...

Q. What’s the point of the poll?

A. Just Answer it

Q. Did you do all the pictures yourself?

A. Yes I did

Q. They look so good

A. Thank you

Q. Are you an artist?

A. Well, heh I don't know about that

Q. pftt, nonsense, its magnificent. Ya know, it kinda reminds me of a young Da Vinci

A. Really? Da Vinci?

Q. Oh yes. And did you think of that poll.... huh... com’on, you did didn’t you.

A. ....... well

Q. haha your so funny

A. thank you

.......... Anyway......... yeah....... that should answer all your questions......................... 100TH POST! WOOO.

(for the first time in Thought of the Day history this one was NOT thought by me, but by someone far wiser)
Thought of the Day: Purple Hippo's... Equal... Life -Mindy

Like I said... Far...... Far wiser

The Other Day

2007-07-16T23:46:00.000-05:00

It was just a few days ago. I was walking along holding my head low, trying to be as attractively unattractive as possible when I noticed a sticker in the shape of united states on the side of a fellow camper. Now these stickers are very common in the RVing world, and, what they are meant for is to show other campers what states that RV has been in. All you do is simply put a colored sticker on the states you've been in. I took a quick glance at their sticker and noticed, to my surprise, that they didn't have a sticker on the great state of Texas. I thought about this for a moment, thinking "If they don't have a sticker on Texas then........ WHERE THE HELL AM I!!!". I swear I thought about this for a good 5 seconds before I realized that I was in the, not so "Great" but still good... (we'll call it, the "Mighty") state of Michigan. What’s all that mean you say? I'll tell you. It means I'M GOING INSANE......... I think.

Thought of the Day: I think that if everyone walked around naked midgets would enjoy life a lot more.

BURRR!

2007-07-10T12:56:00.000-05:00

When I die, I hope I die of pneumonia. That way, my dad will finally realize that it's WAY TO COLD IN HERE!!!!

Thought of the Day: It takes a very secure man to drive a UPS truck.

I Have Stalkers?!?!

2007-07-05T08:32:00.000-05:00

Thats right people, I recently, and by recently I mean just yesterday, found out that I, thats right me, plain old, nothing really special Ben Bruni, has STALKERS! I'll elaborate. You see, every day I go out and take a walk for a few hours and listen to some music (I have my reasons for doing this) but I never once imagined that I was being watched while I was doing things. Needless to say it came as kind of a shock to me when I found out. Anyway, I was walking around when a golf cart with a couple of girls sitting on the back seat drove past me. Just as they drove past one of them, with a big creepy grin, waved in my direction. Now this has happened before and usually I wave back, however, almost every time I DO wave back I usually look behind me to see some other person wave at them, and then I realize that they weren't waving at me at all, and then I just feel stupid. So this time rather then waving back, I looked back only to find that the road was completely empty. When I looked back at the golf cart the girl who had initially waved was now pointing and nodding her head. They then drove off and I continued walking, and thought nothing of it after that. Only a few minutes later in a different area of the camp ground I ran into the same golf cart, and no sooner did the girl see me, did she blatantly ask "whats your name?" I replied with, what else "Ben." She then as any normal person would do said a simple "Well hi, Ben" and I, as any UNnormal person would, replied with a very awkward "Hiiii". As I walked away feeling very awkward and a little embarrassed at my rather plain response I overheard her say to her friend on the golf cart "what am I suppose to say to him?". As you can well imagine, I felt a little weird as I continued my walk and... well... I won't lie, I felt a bit more self confident too, Believe it or not. Anyway as I continued my walk I, once more, to my delight and dismay ran into the same girl, this time on a bike. As she rode by she shouted "come swimming with us". I, being a very shy person, and being not so good at thinking of things to say in a hurry, said the first thing that came to mind "I can't... I have to be back... soon" which of course was a complete lie. As she rode away towards the lake she shouted "you're no fun". I then walked into my trailer and no sooner had I sat down did the words take effect "No fun? NO FUN?" I thought to myself, "I'll prove I am fun". I quickly grabbed my bathing suit and began my manly stride all the way the the lake. As soon as I reached the lake I heard a voice shout out my name as if it was being shouted by someone who had known me my whole life... or, someone who was waiting for me, and knew that even though I said I wasn't coming, I really was. As we swam in the semi freezing lake we talked about random pointless things that teenagers talk about such as music, clothes, Etc. Etc. Until eventually we came to the subject of why she initially waved in the first place, since, lets be honest, I'm not the most popular guy around, but am the most curious. She told me that her and her sister, since I guess as long as they had been there had been watching me while I take my walks and had been making up Where's Waldo type games about me... yeah... weird. Although I was not really used to being the object of peoples interest I was use to being the object of peoples amusement, so the awkwardness of having people watching me in strange ways faded sooner then I thought it would. After about an hour we got out of the lake and went to go rinse off in the showers, and, the funny thing about the showers here are, the mens and womens sides aren't separated by much, so you can hear everything going on, on the side of the opposite sex. Out of the many hundreds of men who have probably used this technique to find out if a girl liked them or not, What I heard was, "he has a really good taste in music and likes all the stuff I like, and he's never had a girlfriend because his parents move around to much". Now I'm sure many other things were said, but that was all I heard at any rate, and whither it was said in good or bad context, its nice to know people DO talk about me while I'm not (or at least they think I'm not) listening. After all that I was going to go back the my trailer, watch a movie and call it a day, until she asked me if I wanted to watch the fire works with her. I now had a choice to make, I could go watch the fireworks with this semi stalker whom I was beginning to think had a crush on me, or I could go watch Ghost Rider with my parents... it was really a no brainier if you think about it. So I changed out of my bathing suit and headed back to the lake where they were going to be setting off the fireworks. As we sat there she started asking me weirder and weirder questions such as, what type of girls do you like, when was your first kiss, and what is your ideal romantic situation. Naturally I couldn't answer all of them (I'll leave you to guess which), but it got even weirder when she told me HER most ideal romantic situation, and well, just listen. "My most ideal romantic situation would probably be something like sitting under a blanket with someone I liked, near a beach or a lake watching fireworks, or something like that". About 2 seconds after she said that I started looking around, and what I saw was none other then, a lake, fireworks, and somehow (which I will leave to your imagination) I ended up sitting under her blanket. I immediately began to wonder if I had just stumbled upon her most romantic situation without even trying, or if she was trying to hint at something. I sat there thinking about it for a few minutes unknowingly and unintentionally tuning out almost all of what she was saying. I thought about why I was all of a sudden the object of so much attention amongst women (there were a couple other minor instances across the campground such as double taking and staring), and then it dawned on me, IT'S GOT TO BE THE HAT. Let me explain, I never got any attention until recently except for one girl, and she just so happened to weigh 160 pounds and was a foulmouthed smoker, who was pretty much offensive to all 5 senses. It was only recently that everyone seemed to like the way I looked, and I thought about what have I done recently, what did I do to change my appearance, I BOUGHT A HAT. A hat that not only compliments my ears, but covers my unkept orange hair and casts a mysterious silhouette across my barren, often invisible brows. And to top it all off, it has TWO four leaf clovers on it. I realize now that this must be my lucky hat, and that I shall never take it off if I can help it in the presence of other people. So all this post is simply to say that, I have a cool hat, stalkers are people too, and I am worse at flirting then I was at saying the letter "R" when I was 6 years old. But all in all, Michigan is a pretty cool place, so much better then...................ARIZONA!!!

Thought of the Day: The real crappy things about Transformers that the dealers don't tell you is, AC is NOT standard.... pieces of crap I tell you.

Lil' Class Clown

2007-07-01T15:54:00.000-05:00

It has become apparent to me recently that there is no originality left in this world, and, if for some reason you don't believe me, just check this out. *Ahem*

Lil' Boosie
Lil' Bow Wow
Lil' Flip
Lil' Jon & The Fast Side Boyz
Lil' Kim
Lil' Mama
Lil' Mo
Lil' O
Lil' Rob
Lil' Romeo
Lil' Scrappy
Lil' Troy
Lil' Wayne
Lil' Wyte
Lil' Zane
and more... yeah.

Thought of the Day: We've all heard of the TV show called where in the world is Carmen SanDeigo. Well here my idea, who in the hell stole David Duchovny's Emotions.

Another Post About The Fruits Of Boredum

2007-06-28T13:51:00.000-05:00

Well for the last week or so we have been traveling (again) and as usual we don't have any fully accessible internet. In fact right now I am on my moms lap top, using my moms phone to get online, and if anyone here knows my mom, you would know just how hard it is to do what I am doing now. Often times using her things can be like one of those places where you have to file months in advance. Anyone who has ever lived outside of the family, and has tried to do something with someone inside it knows my frustration, but thats neither here nor there..... Now where was I... oh yes, we've been traveling all over the north areas, near the great lakes and all that (lake Michigan to be precise) which has been OK. We started out by spending the week at a park outside of Chicago while my parents went to a health fair (thats their thing..... and no, I don't get it either). After their health fair thingy was over we spent the day in Chicago, doing... things... and then went up to Michigan to do another fair thingy, which is where we currently are now. Now that all that is out of the way I can tell you what you all are REALLY interested in, what I'VE been doing. *ahem* I.... have been drawing.... on the computer.... You see, people often overlook all the joys you can have on just the paint program. Now I can't show you everything I've been doing because It would take too long and you might assume I am going through some kind internet withdraws like I was in Arizona, but I can show you these few things. Oh and.... If you laugh in some kind of mocking way, I'll strangle you and feed your bones to my pet.... rock.... *ahem* enjoy.
This is an idea I had for a T-shirt, I think it would be cool at any rate. The one below is also an idea for a T-shirt, that I also think would be cool.
Yeah its stupid but oh well. I try. Next we have an example of what you can do with nothing but the spray paint tool. I think this one is pretty cool myself.
Yeah, its sand. pretty cool huh. Anyway, I'm really not insane, just bored....
Oh and excuse the poor grammar and other mistakes, I rushed through the proof read. I need to clean up, or I'm screwed

Thought of the Day: Pete Wentz is gay... just wait....

Thinking wastes time, I'd reather be blogging

2007-06-20T20:29:00.000-05:00

Guy: God?... listen up, cuz I've got something to say. recently I've been thinking about a lot of stuff. And some of it doesn't make much sense, namely you, because, I mean. All my life I've done the talking, but no one has really answered me back, and I thought that if I pretended you were answering me, that maybe you really would, but... well... you never did, at least thats what I thought. I would walk around looking at things like the trees and the sky, things that people glorify you for creating, but I would never see anything but... trees... and the sky. And I would think to myself that, maybe it was possible that we all were just a mistake, and all just by accident.
But then out of the blue, I noticed something, and I realized that there had to be something bigger, some ind of governing, creating force. Because well, there was no way what I saw could of been an accident. And at that moment I could hear... that I could always hear. And all those times when I lie awake in bed arguing with myself, that I was really arguing with you (you kinda sucked at those thought because I seemed to win). And as humbling as it is to admit... I know you must be real.

God: .............. shucks, what gave me away?

Guy: .......................................Fingers......................

God: ???............... Damn kid you are weird

Thought of the Day (reposted but revised): I woke up at 6:00!! today, I'm to tierd to think.

Sorry

2007-06-17T23:51:00.000-05:00

To anyone who read the post entitled “Me Uncensored, read at risk”, To anyone I may have offended, to anyone who read the comment I put at the end of it, I’m sorry. I honestly don't have anything else to say other then that. To my friends who think I hate them, I don't, I wasn't even going to put that I dislike Teens on there at all to begin with. It was just going to be a stupid foolish post about things I like. At first I was going to name a bunch of bogus, completely absurd reasons why I don’t like Teens, but then I started thinking of everything and I just got angry. I really don't hate Teens, in fact it would be hard for me to actually find anyone I do hate. And to anyone who read the last comment, it was out of line, and I shouldn't of blamed everything on my brother, even if he did make me feel that way for a long time, I should of tried to forgive and forget. Anyway...... I guess all I can say is, Sorry, I didn't mean it, I was only angry. I’m gonna shut down for a while to think, (and by that I mean not blogging and not chatting) just for a while tho, I guess you’ll know when I’m done, because..... I’ll be blogging..... and chatting.

Do You Ever Wish

2007-06-06T22:32:00.000-05:00

Do you ever wish you had 11 fingers?

Do you ever wish lights would react to sexiness, that way when a sexy person walked into a dark room everyone would know?

Do you ever wish lights would react to Kevin Bacon, that way when Kevin Bacon walked into a dark room everyone would know... and could run?

Do you ever wish you were someone else?

Do you ever wish someone else was you?

Do you ever wish you were the person that was being you in your body?.... well good, cuz ya are.

Do you ever wish Mimes could talk?... I do

Do you ever wish I would shut up? **** you

Do you ever wish we controlled the words, instead of them controlling us?

Do you ever wish that the fun things weren’t sins?

Do you ever wish the "View Blog" button would take you to a parallel universe where the "View Blog" button didn't take you to a parallel universe?

Do you ever wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? (god *rolls eyes*)

Do you ever wish C came before I!! except after E?

Do you ever wish "Ctrl" was "Alt", "Alt" was "Shift", "Shift" was "Up" and "Up was "Mongoose"?

Do you ever wish we had to say the word "kumquat" at least once a day?

Do you ever wish things wouldn't end so anticlimactically?

Thought of the Day: have you ever crapped you pants in front of a hot girl when thinking of the thought of crapped your pants in front of a hot girl?.... I haven't.....

P.S. I would just like to let everyone know that I did this post all by myself, with no help from anyone.... nope.... no one..... all by myself................. no help here......................

The Week And Me

2007-06-02T01:20:00.000-05:00

Mondays make me sad, depressed, and lonely. Mondays make me wish Sunday could last 48 hours. I guess you could call it the Mondays. I just call it "ughh Monday".

Tuesdays make me anxious. They make me forget what day it is, then look at my watch to find out that it's only Tuesday and get all disappointed that the weekend is so far away. Tuesday almost seems like its making me wait longer for the weekend then Monday.

Wednesday make me feel nothing, no good, no bad, no ugly. It leaves me empty saying "I guess this is OK".

Thursday makes me feel like I kicked Tuesdays ass and am now hanging with its cooler older brother. Thursday make me say "tomorrows Friday, and the day after that is SATURDAY"

Friday makes me wanna jump down, turn around, touch the ground and praise the lord, backwards, with extra style in the "jump down" part. Friday makes me want to stay up till 4 in the morning just because I know I can with a good conscious. Friday makes me wanna eat 3 meals, turn off lights that don't need to be on (to set atmosphere) and toast the bread on my ham sandwich, just so I know Im not wasting the day.

Saturday makes me want to put on some shades, cross my arms, and smoothly move my head up and down to a killer song. Saturday makes me want to whisper in someone's ear "S--A--T-U-R D-A-Y HEY". Saturday makes me want to get up at 10 am and watch Jim Carry Movies on TNT for 6 hours. Saturday makes me want to pull out all the condiments and other nasty gooey things in the fridge and put them togeather in a single cup, to see if I get my little sister to eat/drink it.
Saturday makes me happy.

and last...

Sunday.

Sunday makes me sigh. Sunday makes me feel like I have cancer, and that I have one day left to enjoy myself before I die... Before Monday. Sunday makes me notice things I wouldn't notice on other days, things that... well a person with cancer would notice. Sunday makes me smile a regretless smile, close my eyes, and lie in bed waiting for the inevitable. Sunday is the day that makes me most think of the future, which is something I try to do as little as possible. Sunday is kind of like the exact opposite of Wednesday, it makes me fell every emotion you can get out of a day, be it good, bad, sad, happy, or something in between, it will be there. I guess Sunday, to me, is THE END.

Thought of the Day: Freezers are the only known portholes to hell, that's why they are so cold, it's to keep the demons away.

Neice # 4...... Right?

2007-05-28T22:20:00.000-05:00

congratulations to "Loxy", "Spike" and "C" on Ella Gweneth Parker. May she forever be into Health food and superheroes On that note, I finally saw Spiderman 3 today, and, wouldn't ya know it, I was the lucky dude sitting next to the only two kids in full costume (one red, one black, as it should be).... yeah.

Thought of the Day: How do super models and actresses in good conscious take dumps?

Damn Paparazzi

2007-05-17T10:13:00.000-05:00

Thats right, they got me. Why is it you never truly realize how ugly you are until you see yourself in a professional photograph? Ahh well. Anyway, I bet you all can guess what I'm going to post about right? If you said Wordstock give yourself a pat on the back, you just proved that you have the reasoning capability of an ape. First off I'd like to apologize to everyone I know, kinda know, or even would like to know whom I didn't talk to ( you know who you are.... well most of you) I'd like to say its not my fault, but that would be lying. The reason why I didn't really talk to any of you is simple, and can be broken down to four simple words. I was to shy... yeah, pretty lame excuse right? Well not for me. I can't tell you how many people I walked by that I simply just wanted to say hi to, but for some overly retarded reason couldn't. Is it really that hard? I can't even remember a reason why I am so shy anymore. It used to be because I didn't want people to hear me talk because I had a lisp type thing, but not anymore. I thought maybe its because of the long awkward pause that comes after the inevitable expiration of the pointless small talk (thats a good reason, but probably not it). Anyway, my point is I have lost a reason and its driving me insane! That is why I am making a promise, a promise that next year will be different, assuming of course there is going to be a next year for wordstock... or me (life's unexpected twists are so.... unexpected). Next year I am making a vow to be more assertive, more outgoing, and just more like me, the real me, the me you can meet online or on my blog, the me that people confess to actually ENJOY talking to. I promise, that will be me.......... Also I promise to be more buff and better looking, simply because better looking people are... better looking.

Anyhow, it seems I'm getting a little off topic, I'm suppose to be talking about this Wordstock, not the possible next one. So with no further ado I will tell you in my own way what I thought of Wordstock...

That should say enough.

P.S. Don't any of you get the wrong idea and think I didn't like Wordstock or that I am complaining. It was a blast.

Thought of the Day: It takes a secure man to wear pink, but it takes an even more secure man to know that he is secure enough to not need to wear pink to prove he is secure.

Remembering Back

2007-05-06T17:46:00.000-05:00

Do any of you remember the post "2:43 AM". Well if you don't I'll remind you. It was a music video I put up on Youtube of an X-Men cartoon I used to watch. Well about 20 minutes ago I got a letter from Youtube staff informing me that the Marvel company had pulled my video dew to copyright infringement.............

................ I'M A CRIMINAL.

Thought of the Day: Now that I'm a criminal I'm gonna buy an overpriced pirated DVD.

2(2x + 1) - 11 = 2x - 5

2007-04-24T22:54:00.000-05:00

"Add to or subtract from each member any known term that stands beside an unknown term, according as its sign is - or +."

...... WHAT???

Thought of the Day: Homosexuality is unto Elton John as stink is unto crap

Random Repetitive Ramblings

2007-04-20T00:13:00.000-05:00

Welp.... its been about two weeks since my last post and I still have yet to think of anything worth posting... so, I'm just going to fill you in on recent happenings (with the classic Clown twist).

Ok, First off, my family’s been visiting, and for me, having in the area of 20 "close enough" siblings its really not that big a deal. Its been fun though, I got to see me sister and my niece before they flew off the Philippines, and I got to see my brother and brother-in-law spend all day playing video games... Yeah... Riveting. Also, recently, I had a dental revelation, spending 5 dollars on a "4ish" inch tube of tooth paste, that, along with triple A batteries and some brand new comfy black undies added up to a total of 20 dollars, AKA, MY FRICKEN' LIFE SAVINGS!
I've also been spending time in the local Wall-Mart playing their ever so addictive Guitar Hero game they have set up for junkies like me. But it all gets me to thinking, why can't they make a Piano hero? Piano is fun to play. The only reason no one wants to play it is because they are afraid of being called "Pianists". Well I have news for you, Pianism isn't as gay as Elton John and Liberace make it out to be, in fact the quickest way to a woman’s heart is through music.... or food.... or sex..... well.... there are plenty of ways to a woman’s heart, but the Piano is a sure thing. Anyway, I know there are going to be hundreds (and by hundreds I mean 6 or 7) comments saying how gay piano is and how I totally screwed up the ways to a woman’s heart, so I will stop there.

Along with the dental revelation I also realized a few things since I last posted. One thing is that I don't like when my parents read my blog around me, its just weird, so.... if you’re reading this, don’t read it near me.

I realized that the things I currently want to be most in life are a Graphic artist, Pianist, Break dancer and Ping Pongist.(don’t laugh, its not nice)

And I realized that Hanes really are the best.

Welp... that’s pretty much all that’s been going on here..... so....

Thought of the Day: The man at Best Buy seemed surprised when I asked for a Vampire Protector rather then a surge protector. I think he'll think a bit differently when he gets fed upon

Paranoia vs Protection

2007-04-08T02:43:00.000-05:00

There are 10 things in this world one should avoid in order to stay alive, and these are them.
*note* I realize that in reality there really are more then ten, but I believe that these are the ten most urgent things, the ten things you should ALWAYS be looking out for

10. The first thing you should avoid to ensure your longevity are prom queens. I have seen enough dorky teen comedies in my day to know that they can be deadly with those flowers and bitchy remarks

9. GOOGLE BLOGGER!!!....... AHHHHHHH

8. Spastic fits of rage where you lose consciousness only waking up to find yourself rubbing your nipples. These can be very bad in the wrong crowds, namely gay bars.

7. Dreams.... where you wake up to find yourself rubbing your nipples. Ok so its not lethal but it can still be rather bad *cough* check your sheets if you don't believe me

6. Blankets/sheets/underwear featuring Batman. it may sound stupid but if your sheets ever did come alive batman would be the LAST person you would want to have to wrestle to the ground.

5. people who use cursive WHILE TALKING! Its more dangerous then you think just because of the fact its never happened before, who knows what would happen if it did. For all we know the universe could crumble, I don't really want to find out myself.

4. www.wekillyou.com, the name alone not only suggests caution, but invokes curiosity and stupidity, especially among stoners.

3. People who say their a sex machine. Well think of it this way, if they were built for sex who knows what else they could of been built for, possibly, MURDER! perhaps. They might not even know it either, maybe its in their programing to not know they’re killers, and then just when you least expect it... BAM! you die during the best sex ever.

2. Kevin Bacon....... he freaks the S*^$ out of me

and 1. Well, this ones kinda gonna be a tough one to tell you, but it needs to be said, so ill just say it..... look to the person next to you.......

Thought of the Day: The Lifetime network has shown us that if you’re a girl there’s a 100% chance that the person sitting next to you will rape you, and if you’re a guy there’s a 100% chance that the girl sitting next to you will kill you for cheating on her... sucks huh

Can't Help Myself

2007-04-05T00:40:00.000-05:00

I must....
Also check out this (most recent) trailer

Yes... I know... I'm a nerd...

Thought of the Day: A wise man would tell you "junk food is bad for you" but a wiser man would tell you "bad for you, is junk food"

I'm Not Here

2007-04-03T00:29:00.000-05:00

People of blogtoria, I'm not here to post about my beautiful 115 pound girlfriend with the auburn hair and hourglass body, I don't have one. I'm not here to post about my adorable 6 month old baby girl who just learned her first words, I don't have one. I'm not here to post about the new way to play the latest family song on my kick ass 500$ guitar, I don't have one. I'm not here to post about the Awesome adventure I have with my best friend who is always at my side, I don't have one. I'm not here to post about my big house with the winding staircase leading to the roof, where on dark nights you can see every star, I don't have one. I'm not here to post thousands of pictures of friends I don't care about enough remember their names, I don't have them. I'm not here to post about happy memories of lying under the stars with that special person that always made me smile, I don't have them. PEOPLE, I'm not here to post about my LIFE... I! DON'T! HAVE! ONE!!!

I AM here to post about my thoughts, I have them. I'm here to post about my favorite TV show, I have that. I'm here to post about memories of BAD times, times where everything seems to go wrong, but somehow I always managed to come out feeling better then when I went in, I have them. I'm here to post about things that make ME laugh, that make ME happy, that make ME fell good, I HAVE THEM!

I'm here so I can realize that I am not like you, that I will never be like you, I will never have what you have. I will never be the guy with the totally hot girl friend everyone is drooling over. I will never be the person with the friendship people envy. I will never be the guy with the big house and cool things. In fact, I am everything I never wanted to be.

What I am is a loser, a geek, a pushover, a video game junkie, an avid comic book fan, a pop culture encyclopedia, for god sakes I spend half my time looking up the Marvel universe on WIKIPEDIA!!!.... but you know what, I think I'm ok with it. because when I go to bed between the time I lay down and the time I fall asleep... I am that guy. I am the guy with the girlfriend so hot she burns your skin when you come within 5 feet. I am the guy with the best friend I've never doubted. I’m the guy with the big house and fancy garage (that hasn’t been converted into 2 spare bedrooms). And I gotta tell you......

......it feels good.

(note) I know these last few posts haven't been as funny as the rest, and I promise I'll get back to the good old posts soon, I just needed to write these things down where people could read them. In fact just to prove I can still be funny I have made a special thought of the day just for the occasion (well not really). Oh also, in case you didn't know, that whole post about me quitting was an April fools joke.

Thought of the day: before you die I think it would be a nice gesture to check your own pulse, perform CPR, and give yourself mouth to mouth, then break the bad news to your family, just so the doctor doesn't have to.

The End of the Clown

2007-04-01T13:25:00.000-05:00

I quit...

-Signed Benjamin B. Bruni (so you know its really me... yes I know my initials are BBB, I can't help it)

Thought of the Day: Jesus, no matter how much you pray, no matter how many keys you claim WON'T help you beat a video game.

Thinking Aloud

2007-03-27T02:35:00.000-05:00

..... Is it wrong to think things about people that don't exsist? or people you've never met or talked to. Is it bad that when people ask me if I day dream I look at them with an evil smile and say "you have no idea" followed up with a "to be continued sign" that I happen to have with me at all times. Is it wrong that I am obsessed with not one but 2! Different people that I DON'T KNOW!... Don't answer that.... Is it wrong that 87% of above mentioned daydreams revolve around one of those 2 people (the other 13% usually has something to do with spandex and strange bites from various radioactive insects) Is it bad that I got 5 points in 4 rounds of boggle? Is it bad that my attention-span is so short I strayed from topic not but 2 seconds ago. Is it bad that my writing skills are ten times better then my "speaking to people who I think are better then me in some way, which in retrospect, is pretty much everyone" skills. On that note if you'd like to join the club of people who I feel are better then me, don't bother, your probably already in it. Also, If you wondering why the subject seems to be straying then I believe you need to rethink your standards when it comes to straying.... and love making. You see, I'm not straying at all, In fact there are many diffrent reasons I am not straying, first off being, this whole part about me explaining the explaining of the straying and the original straying to clear up about the fact that a wasn't straying (you might need to read that 3 or 4 times) is just a break from the main subject which I will get back to when I’m done "enlightening" you. Secondly, What I was really doing I like to call "Swaying" from the topic, swaying being a gentler, less aggressive approach to departing from the original subject.... "approach" to "departing", humm something to think about there. Anyway as I was saying, in a sense swaying is the same as straying except instead of only taking 2 minutes to go from the subject of, say, disco dancing to radiant radioactive monkeys it takes 20 (depending on how stupid you or the person reading this to you is). Ok, (clears through with the use of the brilliant onomatopoeia “eherm”) now that I'm done "enlightening" you, I can return to the original subject, which, I believe had something to do with wondering if “it” is wrong?.... or is it? (eyebrow raised in a way that clearly shows I'm trying to hard to look like I'm trying to hard)..... Anyway, any other day I probably would go back to that topic and talk about all that “it” (say it really fast, go on, do it) but its 3:30 in the morning and I still need to proof read and spell check this. Odds are the whole confession part about what I really did last summer will probably be cut, but only because I really don't have the time to spend 3 to 5 years in jail. However, before we go I would like to take a minute to review this post, Best post ever? not hardly, most informative post, believe it or not, most likely. Think about it long and hard.............

......... that’s what she said........

Thought of the Day: If I was god I would of put candy in peoples brains, that way when scientists first opened it up they would be pleasantly surprised, until of course realized what the heck they just ate.

300

2007-03-10T17:34:00.000-06:00

What do you get when you combine the epic awesomeness of Troy and the Visual awesomeness of Sin City? One of the coolest movies ever!

Thought of the Day: from the previous post I noticed that when I say someone's name they usually leave a comment....... Jesus

M.A.T.C.H. Without the Match

2007-03-02T13:29:00.000-06:00

Well, after a year of waiting they finally had another M.A.T.C.H. Meeting (yeah its another acronym). This post, as the name and opening line implies, is about said meeting. First I'll start with a brief description of my team (or at least who I can remember). First there was Jesse Bruni, yeah my brother, "why do you name him first?" you may ask, well, its because he was closest to the door. Next there was Sam, now this was a strange fellow, not in a bad way of course, more of just an extremely different way. I have never met another man who loved light, girlish colors such as Pink and Baby blue so much. Without knowing and simply reading this description you would probably think he was gay, right? well actually sadly enough I think he was the only one in our cabin who had a girl friend. Next there was Andre... who liked to be naked... sometimes with the door open, but other then that he was pretty normal. He actually tried to hook me up with someone. Now I won't go into details, but lets just say the plan failed. Next, I believe, was another Sam, I don't really know anything about this Sam so I will end it by stating that he, in fact, said that he hates Mosquitoes, not skaters , as most of the people in out class heard. Then theres Mikey, a very quiet... small person whom I only slightly know. (note*) these descriptions are getting to long so I'm going to sum up the rest with one liners. Frances, strange would be the nicest thing to say. Ben (Borst, not me) A good artist with a weird voice. David, very ghettoish. Jesse (osborne) extremely quiet but really good at guitar. Dre, I don't know. Franky, also very ghettoish. John Paul, a Ghetto, Wigger, Cowboy, but an ok guy. Johnny, a very strange, strange boy. Jesse (Goode) I don't really know anything about him either. And last, me you all should know me so I'm not going to explain myself.
(note*) I am obligated to say the name Karen at least once in this post.
Anyway, now that thats all out of the way, I can explain what actually happened. We all arrived on day one, and nothing much happened, so I will skip that. the next day we did the routine Breakfast, inspiration, class, and all that good stuff. We played basketball which wasn't as bad as I though it would be when I saw some "cool" people (notice the parentheses around the word cool) playing as bad as me. Then we all went to go swimming which I didn't do partly because I was still wearing my underwear, but mostly because the water was cold enough to shrink even the manlyest man's manhood, to almost non existence. Later that night we had a star gazing night, if you can really call it that, it was more of a "sing a long make out party". Anyhow, it was ok. The next day was pretty much the same. I was a bit annoyed when we were made to play basketball again, but oh well. Also that night rather then laying under the stars watching jets make out under covers we had a valentines day dance, to which you were suppose to wear red and black, which was kinda funny when Sam (Pink Sam) came in wearing white and baby blue looking like a hardcore disco fan. The dancing was ok except for the fact that it was almost all head banging music. Anyway since thats pretty much all that happened, and, I'm sick of writing, I'll stop there, so for now good bye.

Thought of the Day: Lately I've really been noticing just how white toilet paper is.

Valintines Day

2007-02-14T19:39:00.000-06:00

Celebrating 15 years of not celebrating.

Thought of the Day: The way I describe Tim Allen is like an alarm clock, Loud, annoying and obnoxious

I HATE GOOGLE BLOGGER!!!

2007-02-13T17:33:00.000-06:00

I didn't want to do it, but IT MADE ME! I said no, I don't want to do this completely OPTIONAL TRANSITION!! Complete BULL %*&# TRANSITION... I'm sorry, I would like to blame it on some disease where I spue out angry words, but no, I am just that pissed. You see, a few days ago I got onto blogger, as I do every time I get the urge to reveal a little more about the mystery of me to my fans. I did as I always do, clicking on the "sign in with old blogger" button and entering my name and password. Only this time, once I did that it redirected me to a page where I could sign up for a google account. Now I, not being that big on change, decided I would do it later so I found the button that said "use old blogger" and clicked it. Not to much surprise it took me back to the name and password page which I did again without thinkingtwice, but once again it took me to the same page. I repeated this at least 10 times, before I finally gave up and began to wonder angrily, "why the hell people would make an optional switch to google mandatory to make post. A mandatory optional switch? That doesn't even make sense". After trying everything I could think of make it not go to that pagem, including waiting till the next day, I finally gave in and decided to get a Google account, BIG MISTAKE. Ever since I switched my password will only work for making posts and will rarely IF EVER work for comments which is COMPLETELY PISSING THE HECK OUT OF ME. I know what my password is, and I know its right because when I go to make a post it works perfectly. No I know what the problem is, I know who the real enemy is.... Its those..... (Ill hold my tongue the best I can) JERK OFFS at the Blogger company who decided that "everyone needs a Google account, but wait! Lets make them think that they don't! Lets make them THINK its optional so we can fool to the extent of VIOLENT ANNOYANCE, STUPID, IGNORANT FOOLS like Benjamin.... B.... Bruni." Well Mr. Google..... Chairman... Person... I'll make a promise to you... I'll find you.... And when I do, you better PRAY! Your getting top dollar out of those bodyguards.
P.S. Mental Breakdowns aren't pretty

Thought of the Day: In my happy place fire alarms wouldn't beep if there was a fire, they would beep if Christian Bale got to close. The last thing I need is BATMAN pointing out my mistakes.

O.C.D.?

2007-02-09T17:44:00.000-06:00

It has come to my attention that it has come to my brothers' attention that they think I have O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder) and I am here to prove why that is completely false.
You see, the reason I know my brother Jamie is lying, is because if you have ever lived with him for over a week, you would know that he is completely and entirely full of S#!%..... all the time. You see, the easiest way to describe him would be like a vampire who does not feed off blood, but rather the anger he instills in you, and the belief in his mischievous falsehoods cleverly shrouded in blanket candy. However, there are ways known ONLY to those who already know, to avoid being preyed upon. The first tell tale sign of his first form of feeding is the laughter, he will begin to laugh in a maniacal way, this you see is simply a way to further your anger, but at this sign you MUST immediately stop what you are doing and enter a state of peace. The lies however are a little harder to avoid. The only way out is to call his bluff with a "yeah right" or "Bull crap" he will then laugh in a way much different then the laugh he uses to anger you, and I do not need to tell you what it sounds like because it will be so different that you will immediately know. The only danger with calling his bluffs are the fact that he may not be lying, in which case you will simply feel a bit stupid.
Anyhow, I have gotten a bit sidetracked, now that you know why Jamie, brother A, is lying about the O.C.D. thing, I should tell you why David, Brother B, is lying.
It took me a little while to figure out because David is not usually the type to make up a lie just to lie. In fact he and Jamie are very different in the way they "feed". You see, David, feeds off food... people food. Anyway, last night on the way home from climbing I finally figured it out. I will tell you ONLY what I remember from the conversation, (I don't want to put words in anyones mouthes), and you can try to figure it out as well.
David: Blah Blah Blah Backpack?
Ben: you mean the one like your shoes
My shoes?
You didn't notice? its the same color and design as your shoes
Really? ha I didn't notice
I thought you got them like that
What, like as a pair?
Yeah
No someone gave it to me
I thought you bought them both to match
No, I would never buy anything that matches.
Why?
I just hate it, like when people were red pants and red shirts
Well yeah not matching like that
Even the same design, I wont wear something like Van's pants and Van's shoes, or even things that look similar, like if I'm wearing a shirt that is to close to looking like my pants I'll change it.
Some matching things look cool
.....no
ha, yeah well... what about football players they wear matching shirts and pants and they have the same symbol on the helmets as their shirts
Well would you go around wearing a helmet?
That is COMPLETELY... NOT the point.
Well do you see me playing football?
This is when it hit me, that if you combine what he just said with the way his room looks, the way he makes his sandwiches and just the way he lives in general that you would find that he is, in fact, afraid of organization, meaning that to him, someone that who is even slightly organized would seem like an O.C.D case.
So there you have it, two fool proof reasons why they are wrong that I can sum up right here.
Jamie is only trying to feed of the annoyance of being called an O.C.D case, and David is afraid organization and the titles that come with it. So take a good look people, at the faces of the enemy.
Their evil pact is sickening.

Thought of the day: Leamers would make good house pets if they wern't so damn Evil

Fear

2007-02-05T19:30:00.000-06:00

It came to my attention that there are only 3 things in this world I am afraid of

One....... Garbage disposals.

Two....... Vacuum cleaners

And Three...... Shower curtains, but only when I'm on the outside........ And their closed.

Thought of the Day: I'm sorry Mike, I just cant say it. Your girlfriends gas doesn't turn me on. I don't even think she has gas, and even if she did... It still wouldn't do it for me.
Oh and by the way, your a sick pervert for even telling me to consider it, FREAK.

Junkies (Part 2)

2007-02-01T23:14:00.000-06:00

Well last night at 11:30 and 118 hours I finally beat "it" (yes that is 118 not 18). It had a good ending, a lot better then some of those games out there, the kind of ending that makes you sad that its over. Althought, Even though I beat the game I still have a lot left to do in it though so don't expect me to stop any time soon
Note: this is why these post are called "junkies" cuz their about junkies like me, but not just any Junkie, a junkie that's proud to be a junkie

P.S. It didn't end at all like you said it would Amy, I wasn't right either, but I was Probably closer (mostly because forgot half of what you said)

Thought of the Day: If an alien tells you he's from Mars and he has had a tough life you should Pobably believe him, it gets really cold on mars.

Junkies

2007-01-30T11:54:00.000-06:00

A couple days ago my 7 year old nephew came up to me and told me he had a dream about Final Fantasy, and was trying to figure out how to get "that blue thing" over the bad guys heads......................... Should I be worried?

Thought of the Day: You know, we have Lions, Sea Lions, Mountain Lions, I think Sand Lions, and all other kinds of lions. It makes one wonder........ Where else do lions live?

Gods Duck

2007-01-25T20:06:00.000-06:00

Need I say any more...

Thought of the day: I don't care what anyone says, a frog WOULD! make the perfect aphrodisiac.

Pictures

2007-01-22T15:51:00.000-06:00

Here's a few pictures of some random things.
My New Hair.
Michael... with an arm coming out of his head.
Kim, who I guess is camera shy.
David and Avicus.
After doing this I could of very easily made a list of all the parts that hurt. I couldn't move my arms much, my sides hurt every time I would bend over, and I couldn't grasp anything no matter how hard I tried. You can imagine my dilemma when on the toilet.
David climbing (yes that is a dead person below him)Showering.
The stupid coat.
(no comment needed)
And last but not least... This thing.

Thought of the Day: Although rubbing a magic lamp will give you a genie and 3 wishes, rubbing a girl named Genie will only give you herpes.

Happenings

2007-01-14T00:36:00.000-06:00

If you have an IQ of over 90 it will be clear to you that this post is all about what I have been up to of late, along with a series of poorly strung together one liners and inside jokes directed to people who don't even read this blog.
Mike and his girl friend Kim came over a few days ago which was fun, we mostly just talked... I hadn't seen Mike in a long time, but... He still lies... for instance, I don't play with my "penie" nearly as often as he said, and I really don't think Kim has a gas problem. Anyway, we went to the park and had a Bar-B-Q where me and my Bro Jamie kicked his and my other brothers ass in basket ball (10 to 12 I believe) then talked about random pointless topics with Seth, Liz, and young Avicus at the austin Java where we got free advanced screenings tickets to "Alfa Dog" staring Justin Timberlake. I was actually surprised, his acting wasn't that bad, and the movie wasn't that bad either when I realized it was based on a true story, I really only have one thing to say about it thought... "Marco" (Inside joke... And you Probably still won't get it even if you watch the movie). After that we returned to the humble abode where I am currently staying and did stupid things like shoot marshmallows at eatchother and read passages in the book of "why we say it" (you thought I was gonna say Bible didn't you).
A couple days later Silas and Lily came over to spend the night and for some reason, which I'm not sure why, the downstairs neighbors complained about "bodyslaming noises"... Really? Bodyslaming Noises? Who knew that with 12 or more people walking on a small floor (half of witch being young and full of energy) could actually make noise... We were gonna go down there and invite them to our next "bodyslaming" competition, just for the heck of it.
Around that time (a day or so later) my brother (brother 8 of 8) called and invited me to stay at his place for a week or so, which I'll probably do in a few weeks, reason being we got more free advanced screening tickets to a movie called "somakin Aces" (not really expecting much, but you never know) on next Tuesday, the 22nd I believe. I'll just need to work out the trasportation. Anyway, that brings us to today where I started my day by babysitting my niece and nephew. The only problem was, the previous night I stayed up till about... ooo say... 3 Am, so needless to say I wasn't all that rested when my niece woke up at 6:30 crying for her dad, who had already left for work. It took me about 30 minutes just to get her back into bed. Also I changed my first diaper, that luckily, was not a crap diaper. It wasn't that bad, in fact, The thing that Probably disturbed my the most was the fact that my brother was singing a song about me changing a diaper, with guitar and everything. After that we went out, saw the movie "stranger then fiction" then went to a wing bar for dinner... And, thats pretty much it. Oh, that and, Jamie recently cut my hair, which he is so proud of, its a bit weird that he tells everyone, but hey, I finally have someone bragging about my hair for me.

Thought of the day: Printers scare me almost as much as sharks with daggers.

New Years Eve

2007-01-12T13:33:00.000-06:00

Is this not the best smile you have ever seen... Look very closely just behind Brendon... Yeah.

P.S. I got a hair cut since then... it looks much better.

Thought of the day: Ironing your under ware while wearing them is never a good idea, but thats a story for another time.

Class Clown: The Return

2007-01-03T21:27:00.000-06:00

That's right, finally, I'm posting again. I know what your thinking "it hasn't been THAT long has it?" well... It seems like longer..... Anyway, This post here should sum up everything that I have done since my last post. First Things First. I went to my brothers house to spend Christmas new years and any other holidays in between then and march. It was a good Christmas, I wont bore you with explaining every gift I got so I will just name them off in the handy vertical list

Shoes
Toiletry bag
2 shirts (one which I already had)
a bag of marshmallows
a marshmallow gun
and Final Fantasy XII

now do you see... Do you see why I haven.... No.... Why i COULDN'T post. I'm lost in the 40+ hour world of ivalice trying to save it from the evil Vayne and other shifty characters. Oh and if you are wondering, no, I haven't beaten it. Anyway, where was I. Christmas Dinner was also good but food is food so what can I say. We spent the next few days watching TV, watching Jesse fight Giant monsters, and launching nearly lethal marshmallows down peoples throats. I'll skip all the days of me playing video games (you can watch that on the documentary my brother is making of me on his new video camera... Really he's making it) and get straight to the interesting parts... humm, (pondering)... ahh, New years. I spent my new years eve in down town Austin with my brothers, sister-in-law, sister, nephew and niece (in case any of you REALLY want to know) which was pretty fun. We went to a parade where I swear the dancing confetti girls were trying to murder me with (much like the marshmallows) lethal balls of confetti to the face... If it was anything other then paper... I could of died. After that we walked around and saw some shows, heard some poetry, and walked halfway across down town Austin to see 6 florescent lights, you see, the event paper told us it was a spectacular tunnel of lights, BULL CRAP IT WAS SIX FLORESCENT LIGHTS IN A ROW. The poets weren't that bad though (I personally thought it was "a-hi-a-coo", but I guess we all still have things to learn). I can't remember any of the shows really except the "people dancing on the hotel wall" one. I especially remember wondering if it was 2 gay looking men in spandex, or women. I turns out, they may have been women... So... I'm still wondering.... Anyway, we went home and in the spirit of the new year, my brother made me and my sister what I think was a sour apple martini. I was pretty sure he made my sisters to strong when she turned at me with a big stupid smile on and said "woah... Its like... I'm looking here... And I turn this way... And everything gets dizzy until I look this way.... AHAHA" the weird thing was the glass was half full. Anyway, that about sums up everything I've done here unless you want to hear all about my adventures in the land of Playstation. So until next time everyone.

Thought of the day: much like certain fish, celling fans will lure you in with their bright light and kill you if your not careful.

This Christmas...

2006-12-20T23:23:00.000-06:00

...I am getting the greatest gift of all......

.... my sanity,
and by that I mean...

I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO ARIZONA!!!!!

Thought of the Day: Recent studies prove that penguins aren't that keen on elves

Public Bathrooms

2006-12-18T18:44:00.000-06:00

A few days ago I went to bathroom to take a shower, but needed to go the bathroom first. So I went into the stall and sat down. My eye was immediately caught by strange writings on the wall

Wall: for hot sex be here at 12 15 10:pm
Ben: (looks at watch)
Watch: 12 15, 9:19
Ben: humm, I guess I had better hurry up with this shower
Ben: (walks into the shower stall)
Bathroom door: CREAK
Ben: looks at watch
Watch: 9:56
Door: Creak... Creak
People (at least 3): blah blah blah

I can't help but wonder if they all heard the walls offer...

Thought of the day: You know, I don't blame those people Moses lead out of Egypt for complaining cuz honestly, I'm not that keen on honey, and milk can get really old. Maybe all he needed was a better pitch then "the land of milk and honey"

For Lack of Another Bad Name

2006-12-12T23:09:00.000-06:00

This is another interactive post for anyone who feels like answering a question. You see, I was arguing with my little sister about songs (as I do quite often actually), love songs in particular and here was the argument.
Many of you may of heard the song "The Reason" by “Hoobastank”, many of you have not, also many of you may of heard of the band "five for fighting" and the song "something about you", but I am wagering even fewer of you have. I was arguing that "the reason" could kick "something about you's" ass any day in a sort of “winning your baby back” contest, but it wouldn’t be an argument if she agreed. If you have yet to hear the songs never fear, the Clown is here, and I have taken to liberty to post the lyrics......... right below...... look down!.

"the reason"
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you

"something about you"
It’s been to long and I’m about to be in time for me
It’s been to long and I’m in time

Baby there’s something about you that
I can hold on to
I’m going to hold on to that
Baby there’s something about you that
I can hold on to
I’m going to hold on to that

Theses of course are not the full songs, and of course you really can't judge unless you have actually heard the songs, but from the chorus lyrics, the best parts of both songs (yes I’m being fair), you can choose...... the song you would rather have someone sing to you that is (this is mostly for the girls).

Thought of the day: If your fat, never let people walk all over you, they might just like the squishy felling between their toes and not want to leave.

Blind Leading the Blind

2006-12-05T14:04:00.000-06:00

Well, I guess it is time for a picture, so.... here it is. This is a picture me and my sister did with our eyes closed.

This is the one we did with our eyes closed

And this is what I think it would of looked like

Yup folks, it's a monkey fighting a dude with claws, and god sees it all. So there you have it.... a picture... happy?

In other news the Titans beat the Colts by a 60 yard field goal with 7 seconds left on the clock, GO TITANS.

Thought of the day: If you could read minds, this right here is what you would get. For real.

To my fans...

2006-12-03T15:20:00.000-06:00

Dear Fans

I would like to apologize for the recent lack of posts, it has finally hit me that I have nothing of interest to post about. I am also sorry to inform you that you are in fact a minority, there are probably only 2, maybe 3 of you who come to this blog everyday, searching eagerly for something new from the mouth of the Clown. This post is for the 3 or so of you, I wish I had something interesting to post about, but sadly I am stuck here on my brothers computer scratching my head saying "what have I done recently?, what have I thought recently?". I guess you'll all (how ever few of you there are) will simply have to wait till inspiration strikes, but until that day... You'll probably see more lame posts like this.

Thought of the day: Yesterday I managed to breed... a bottle of deodorant with a tulip, don't ask me how I did it... Just... Just know that I did..........

Strange...

2006-11-23T12:30:00.000-06:00

... It was one of those dreams where you are walking along and you see a girl holding a baby, you notice that the girl is kinda cute so you walk up in an attempt to begin a conversation. You start off with a "hi" then notice that the girl has a strange "where have you been" look on her face. Puzzled you look around wondering why she is looking at you that way. You look at the baby she is holding to find that it has blond hair, blue eyes, a large nose and abnormally large ears. It hits you all at once and you stutter on the words "that's.... Mine isn't it". The girl looks at you with an "I told you so look" still not saying anything. You try to lighten the situation with a joke like "ha funny I don't remember you. The girl then gives you a "your such an idiot look" and walks off, and you wake up wondering if you just had a really weird dream of if maybe it meant something.

Thought of the day: do you ever look up at what you just wrote and thing "my god"... I don't.

2:43 AM

2006-11-14T02:50:00.000-06:00

This here is just a little something I put together last night. Its from a cartoon I used to watch matched to a song called peace of mind, I thought I timed it all well, but, I’ve never done this before so don't come complaining to me if it didn't tickle your fancy.

Thought of the day: medieval knights don't make good house pets, their to... intelligent

Sorry....

2006-11-11T21:21:00.000-06:00

.... I just haven’t felt like posting anything.... anyway, I'll do my best to think of something to say... and try to keep it short this time. maybe I'll write a song, no, perhaps a poem, maybe, but what about? Maybe I should post about something serious and intellectual... no no, haha, no one wants to hear about that. Humm, the word "mastodons" keeps popping into my mind but I don’t want to post about that..... I got it!!!

I had a dream you were a hooker, “FFing” for Jesus :D
all this to say Happy birthday Mindy!!

Thought of the day: If you were a butler and your "master" was named "Mr. Bates" would you feel uncomfortable calling him "master Bates"

My Happy Place

2006-10-28T23:25:00.001-05:00

Picture if you will a place where all your dreams can come true, a place where a man of any size stature or level of attractiveness can become an icon adored by millions, a place where a 10 year old boy can live out his dream of being a super hero, a place known only as... The Midnight Zone.
I take you now to the tippy top of a tall building where we have entered the mind of a young and ambitious Benjamin Bruni. There are many strange minds in this world, but none so strange as his, lets take a look shall we.

Buzz! Buzz! goes the alarm clock on the 300 and 69th floor, that’s right everyone, I said 69. A physical fit and extremely handsome if I might add, Benjamin Bruni steps out of bed at the first Noon of the day, you see, in his mind days last twice as long but years stop when you reach a certain age, therefore time works like 12, 12, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2. on the 67th second of the 8th hour of 12 noon he is greeted by Jojo the gorilla, calmly sipping his tea and reading the morning news. He then is greeted and playfully feather dusted by Kimmy, the curly blond haired blue eyed swedish maid that lives full time in the room across from his own. Once he is finished watching her clean the third Noon has rolled around and a group of midgets had earlier promised him that they would teach him to do that midget voice and waddle like midgets do. Just as he's finished learning how to say "G'day Mate" in a australian midget accent he hears the red phone ring and the comish tells him that the local bank is being robbed. He then proceeds to jump out the window of his 300 and 69 story building and fly to the rescue. once at the bank he monologs to the criminals for about 20 to 30 minutes until half of the third, second 2:67 pm is over, then proceeds to knock them out in a single punch. Once finished with the goons he flies back to his 300 and 69th story where he breaks yet again through the main window, it of course fixes itself because he will need to break it again tomorrow when the goons rob that same bank again, only next time he will use a slightly different monolog. No sooner had he got back that the girl who he secret liked and who secretly liked him called to tell him about a dance party where at least 200 people would be at. At the dance the girl is surprised and excited when The Swavy and extremely manly Benjamin Bruni asks her to dance. She then begins to dance, and by what seems like magic to you and me but just an ordinary day for cool people in the midnight zone, knows exactly what The Daringly Delicious Benjamin Bruni is going to do. Once the one and only greatest dance song is over the other girl whom the Sexy, hunkalicious and ever so bad in the best way ever Benjamin Bruni secretly likes asks him to dance, but unknown to him but well known to everyone else especially secret crush # 1 is that she also in a widely known secret likes the Rugged sex God that is Benjamin. As crush # 1 watches our lord of beauty and heroism dance with another woman she is overcome by jealousy and proceeds to jump on the other girl and attack her and just like that, they are in cheerleader costumes with the miniskirts and everything. Knowing that he can do nothing to stop their fighting over him the lord of Funk returns to his 300 and 69th floor where he goes to sleep on the 12th midnight and dreams about how his day could be better. Just as he thinks that nothing can get any better he wakes up and realizes that it was all just a dream, and that he was not the Majorifically proclaimed lord of all things holy and spiffy captain of the rugged league of flying hunks, but more of the king of all things no one ever notices or really even cares about like how to play "Enie Kleine Nachtmusik" with his big toe. "What could of happened" thought the poor confused boy, but then it became all to clear to him that he had spent his day in... The Midnight Zone.

P.S. its much more funny if you imagin the dude from the Twilight Zone narrating it

Thought of the day: Badgers are a lot like people, the white fur keeps to themselves while the black fur thinks they are better then the white fur just because they think the white fur hates them, but the whole time the white fur is thinking "hey man just because old gray hair over there may of hated you doesn’t mean I do" and the black fur is all like "Ima bust a cap in yo ass right heah homie" and the white fur is like "hey dawg, don’t be a hateah man, now why you gotta role like that, yous know I's didn’t do notin’ to you dawg, represent homie, represent", then the black fur is like "yeah, yeah G, well if I see you in my side of the tail again ill bust a cap in mommas ass se how that fees huh" and then the badger rolls over and kills them all, kinda like a fat guy.

Because no one said anything....

2006-10-22T19:25:00.000-05:00

... This post has nothing to do with anything I said in the previous post (and I do realize that Rosie said I should post about my 6th year, but, come on, who would want to listen to that).So...... What should I make this post about... something that will make you laugh... cry... and think about life hard... really hard... I got it!

Why I like Super heros!

I was thinking about this a little today (well actually I was thinking about someone that lead me to that point, but that, and she will remain out of this story), I used to think that the reason I was so obsessed with super heros was because they were cool, bouncing, swinging and flying around saving people, but then I realized that, the real reason I like super heros was because... well, I am one. Now before you start thinking I'm insane let me explain. What defines a Super hero? well superpowers of course, but then what about Batman, Iron man, The Punnisher and all those other people who don't have any powers. No, what makes a super hero is mostly these 3 things, a secret identity, a mask, and the saving of innocent people. "But you don't have or do any of those things Ben" is what I told myself until I though, I do wear a mask, I wear it every day, and beneath that mask is a secret identity that is rarely seen, what is my mask you might say... This, ladies and gentleman is my mask, this charade I call humor, this name "the Clown, the Class Clown" is my super hero identity. Why do I do it? why do I go around wearing a clown mask telling jokes all day? well for you of course. In the words of Spider-man "This is my gift, this is my curse" the gift to go around all day, making people happy at the cost of my own health, my own happiness, my own "secret identity". The fact is there are two people, two "me's" Ben (or Benny Boy) and The Clown, The Benny Boy you think you know isn't who you think it is at all, Benny Boy is almost gone and only comes out when all is darkest and depression sets in, Benny Boy is a side affect of The Clown, my other personality, the person that deep down is really just a lonely person who just wants to give up, to quit and let someone else take the name "Clown", the person that gets angry at someone he’s never met for doing something that is none of his business (And here I promised to leaver her out of this, oh well). I have become my mask, I have become "The Clown" and all that’s left of my secret identity is almost gone. This my audience and fellow victims of unwanted powers is how I am a super hero, this is who I am, and I, and shall forever remain... THE CLASS CLOWN, BRIGHTENER OF YOUR DAY. And that is my "super power"

P.S. your probably really confused right now........... so am I.........

Thought of the day: As I stated above this post is to make you think.... so think people, who are you, and what makes you a hero.... ok ok, fine.....
The real Thought of the Day: if your hit by a train just lay down and don’t move.... it will go away in time.

For the sake of a question...

2006-10-13T00:30:00.000-05:00

What would you rather hear me rant on anything...

A weird and embarrassing memory,
A stupid poem (I could write for you if you ask really nicely),
My entire 6th year,
Something completely random,
Evil robots,
Pian...isam,
Friends,
or my best Thoughts of the Day

Also I just dot feel like posting anything right now, soooo...... this is YOUR chance to tell me what to post about

Thought of the Day: if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound?... what if it falls on someone and he screams before it lands on him, do you hear the scream? what if someone did hear the scream but was shot by angry black people, did he really hear anything? what if the black guys are blind? did they see anything, no, and neither did the tree, cuz even the deaf guy knows trees don’t have eyes. I think the real question here is, if a blind black guy shot a deaf tree man would Helen Keller know?

M&Ms

2006-10-07T21:17:00.000-05:00

"My love life was getting so bland,
there are only so many ways I can make love with my hand,
sometimes it makes me want to laugh,
sometimes I want to take my toaster in the bath"

-Blink182

Thought of the day: If you look up "she beaver" on google image search you don't get any pictures of our favorite female talking beaver from the chronicles of Narnia

Ugly!?!?

2006-10-01T20:29:00.000-05:00

Me: You still on? helloo? ok well whatever, I hope you learned a valuable lesson about gossip today, bye.

Confused? I'm sure you are. Your probably saying "How did he get to that point? who is he talking to?" well don't worry, all your questions will be answered in time.
It all started when I began chatting to one of my friends. For some unknown reason she really wanted to switch accounts for the day, so after about 20 minutes of arguing I reluctantly agreed. When I got on her Yahoo account I found about 200 people I had never met or heard of, so of course I felt very out of place. After another 20 minutes someone popped up, with thinking I was her friend and began to talk like girls do. I did my best to act like my friend but of course the girl noticed something was wrong right away, so she asked if I was thinking about someone (who’s name I cant remember) I playfully said, "well I am thinking about someone, he’s like, the sexiest funniest coolest guy ever."
Her: Ooh what’s his name?
Me: His name is Benny Boy, and he's like so hot :D
Her: Te he, send me a picture
So of course I did just for fun to see what she would say. After what I assume was about 10 seconds for her of looking at the picture I sent, she very bluntly stated, "hum, uhh, lord help me, but, he's sorta ugly"
Me: Ugly!?!?, that’s so mean! you don't even know him
Her: Well I did hear he is really cool, but... you actually think he is that sexy....
Me: I was joking
The conversation dragged on for a few more minutes and almost every time I said something I would drop a hint that I was not in fact the person she thought I was. all of the sudden she began to get worried expecting something was wrong.
Her: what’s wrong? you don't sound like yourself?
Me: Lmao
Her: Lmao? what does that mean?... oh my god... tell me he isn't over your shoulder, please just tell me that!
Me: No, not exactly
Her: well what is it then?
Me: Well, do you want me to be completely honest?
Her:Yes.
I then told her that I was not who she thought I was, and that I was in fact the person who she had just called ugly. She of course seemed very... confused, I tried about 3 times to explain what had just happened but she didn’t seem to be able to grasp what I was telling her. Only when I set up a conference with her and my friend who I had switched accounts with did she realize what had just happened. And that, my friends is when my post began and my story ended.
So..... Ugly? I was sure that some, or even most people thought that but I never expected to hear about it while pretending to be someone else. I guess gossip is just a growing problem and I was a victim. Maybe I'm just to nice though, I found myself forgiving her before she even stated that she was sorry and later defending her. I can't say I have never called anyone else ugly, so I understand why she would say it (see I'm doing it again), but I just thought it was a little... annoying how she was so caviler to state it.
However, after an hour or so I came to this conclusion. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, however, most "beholders" have the same taste in beauty, meaning that 82% of people on this planet are in fact ugly. So if I am part of that 82% that makes me a majority, making me completely original... perhaps I need to explain a bit more. Everyone wants to be original so much that they make the thousands of people trying to be a minority, a majority, meaning that my trying to be part of the majority makes me the only minority, meaning of course, I am all that’s left of the minority of people being the majority.
In plain English what I am saying is that while there may be 18% of drop dead gorgeous people on this earth I have something they don't, a completely original personality and sense of humor, so look out...... Brad Pit...... cuz Benny Boy AKA the nicest, funniest, coolest, most original ugly guy ever is coming, so watch your back.

Thought of the day: I have a proposition for you. Take the hottest, smartest, nicest girl in school, who is hiding behind glasses, a pony tail and paint covered overalls, and make her into prom queen in a few months... Morons

20 Things you need to know about me

2006-09-26T21:51:00.000-05:00

20. The first thing you need to know about me is that I'm a dude. Yes a teenage guy who doesn't really live anywhere.

19. I really don't like acting smart even though I have had countless people say that I am one of the smartest people they know. Honestly, I would really like to be just as stupid as the average person, maybe it would make me a little more normal.

18. Feet, to me are more then just body parts, they are friends. I often find myself getting angry at people who don't like their feet, or saying that they don’t need their toes for anything. Feet are cool, almost as cool as hands, and you know it!

17. I like music, all kinds of music, anything that's got a good beat and good vocals. or something without either, like Mozart

16. I like to speak my mind on either, a chat thingy, my blog, on paper, or anywhere else where you can't hear my voice. I don't know why though, its sort of a problem.

15. Money, like leprechauns, doesn’t really mean all that much to me right now. I'm not one of those greedy people who would do anything for money. In fact, there isn't much I will do for money

14. I like to name my personal Items. Items that mean a lot to me, like my keyboard "Karen" or MP3 player "Nora", don't ask why I named them that, its just the first thing that came to mind.

13. I hate math but at the same time I sorta like it. I hate the way it is so annoying and hard, but I like the way it all has a formula and can't change (yes you NEEDED! to know that about me)

12. I would like to say I don't care what you think about me, but then, why would I shower everyday, use 2 different kinds of deodorant, gel my hair, use acne cream, or even tell you in detail all the things that make me smell/look better.

11. I like the number 11, its like, the two little guys standing together to make a bigger number. Kinda give a feeling of power doesn't it.

10. I have always wanted to die by the Lochness monster, I have never know why though. I guess something about the mystery of it, the size of it, plus I have a strange fetish for giant monsters

9. I like peanut butter, I don't care what anybody else says, it’s the best, its so original, every day I kiss a picture of Gorge Washington Carver before I do anything.

8. I like friends. Your probably thinking "is that why you have so little", well the answer is yes. why have a bunch of friends you don’t like, when you can have a few who you really like and who really like you.

7. I also don’t judge by race, I know a bunch of people who say, hate Spanish, or Canadians and so on, but not me, I judge by the person. In fact I plan on marrying a half french Canadian half Mexican some day........ ok, for all of you who don't obsess like I do, I was talking about Jessica Alba, yeah I'm pretty sure that’s what she is.

6. I like any kind of animal, animals to me are one of gods greatest creations (next to women).

5. I love to dance, I don't care if you say its gay, dancing is like one of the coolest things ever, especially Break Dancing. That has always been one of my dreams, to be a professional Break Dancer (if there is such a thing)

4. I love my hands. They do so much for me, no words can ever thank my hands for all they have done. I mean come on, they are typing this for all you people, so maybe YOU should be thanking my hands.

3. humm, Ping Pong.

2. I love to make people laugh, making people laugh is my life. Without humor the world would be boring, talking to someone would suck, life would just be an annoying waste of time. If I couldn't make people laugh I would probably be... well I don't even know, because a humorless world is something I couldn't imagine (with out the help of Star Trek). You all probably know that this is my life, in fact there is only one earthly thing that means more to me, a thing that, without it, I just wouldn’t be me...

1. MONKEYS!!!

Thought of the day: Just imagine for a second that you’re the dog being pushed off the leg your intent on humping, how would you feel?

Dreaming...

2006-09-22T22:24:00.000-05:00

Michael Paone: Ben!... Ben!... Ben the boat is sinking, what are we going to do?

Ben: I don’t know, but we'll have to think fast

Mike: What are we going to do, were not going to make it out of here! and what about the animails, were dead, DEAD!

Ben: BUCK UP DAMNIT, COMON! now we have a job to do, we promised we would have these animals delivered to that circus and by god were going to get them there.

Mike: ok... but did you forget... THE BOAT IS SINKING!

Ben: I KNOW! I know, we'll just... we'll just have to brainstorm

Mike: Wait!.... no no

Ben: what?

Mike: well, I was thinking.... the cannon

Ben: what cannon?

Mike: the human cannon ball cannon, remember, its with the equipment for the circus.

Ben: yes YES YES! that can do it.... WE'LL SHOOT THE ANIMALS TO SHORE

Mike: on it!

Ben: Load the Tigers and Goats first, next comes the ducks and crocodiles.

Mike: loading...

Ben: (whispering) god speed you majestic beasts.

Cannon: POW!!!!!

(later)

Mike: that’s all of them, uh oh, THE DECK IS SINKING, QUICK CLIMB THE TOWER!!

Ben: NOOO the cannon!! its sunk, that’s it then... were trapped, there’s no way off.

Mike: I'd just like to say that.... well its been a pleasure sailing with you.

Ben: likewise, I just... I hope the animals made it.

Mike: yeah, but maybe it wasn't the best idea to use a cannon.

(both take deep breath, then go down with the ship)

THE END!

Note: this was an actual dream I had a long long time ago featuring Michael Paone, Me, and Grrrr the Tiger (who I just named now)

Thought of the day: Dear readers, I think you should know. There is an epidemic today of people launching tigers out of cannons. You are the only ones who can stop this, You must confront this problem, "only you can prevent the cannon fire". So please, stop the senseless waste of Tigers today.

Help me!

2006-09-21T20:48:00.000-05:00

I'm so...... Sooooo bored right now! and basically for this last year.

I need more people on my chat list that actually get on.

Thought of the day: Most people say that the love of money is the root of all evil, well I think that is the SECOND most root of all evil. The real root of all evil is Kevin Bacon.

Wow....

2006-09-18T21:04:00.000-05:00

I feel so loved

Thought of the day: Do you ever look at your toes and think "why the heck does my pinky toe ride the other like a horsey" no? just me? ok.

Praying for a Home

2006-09-17T17:18:00.000-05:00

I'm sure by now most of you know that I am not technically in the family right, but I'm sure you also know that I am trying hard to rejoin, but it is not as easy as it sounds. However I can't really join a home right now because of the fact that I am only 15 and my school is yet to be finished, so I ask of you. Spread to word, if at all possible. god willing after summer 2007 I should be finished with my school and be able to rejoin, and I would like to do so as soon as possible. Tell everyone you know to tell everyone they know that you know someone (and you can describe me in your own words) who is willing, committed, a hard worker, and wants to rejoin more then anyone else I know of. I remember how long it took my brother to join and I really dont want to have to go through all that. Remember this post because you probably wont see me act serious on my blog again, but I needed to say it. So please, pray that I will be able to find a good home as soon as possible.

My Art

2006-09-16T14:09:00.000-05:00

Well to all the friends (few as you are) who told me to show you my art, here you go.
Ok, I know a self portrait is pretty lame, but think about it this way. I'm home all alone, no one around, and I realize I have no pictures of my friends on my computer. Anyway tell me what you think. I think it looks pretty authentic anyway. The next one isn’t finished yet so bare with me, so far it has taken me about 3 days, so I have sort of put it on a halt, I honestly hate finishing pictures. But of what is finished you can see, I have done his hand, legs, arm, and cape, in case you cant tell. If your wondering about my pictures, and why they all seem so... corny, well that’s because I mostly draw super heros, (they wear masks making them easier) including ones I made up, like this fellow. I know its not the greatest, but keep in mind it is only a sketch that I did in about 15 minutes. Also it is the only freehand drawing I have on here. Then we have good ole' Iron Man doing his thing, this one I actual quit for a little while, until I noticed his half finished leg in my art folder and though, (what a wonderful way to kill time) so here he is now, all finished.
Note: most of you are probably thinking these drawings are all pretty lame, well, I would like to say two things. One: Drawing for me isn't really a hobby or an obsession or anything like that, it is more of a way to pass the time, so I don’t really practice that much. And two: YOU’RE A JERK!!!!! you jerk!

Thought of the day: On the subject of super heros I would just like to say, Louis Lane is a moron, is she blind or just that stupid.

Un Devoted Devotees

2006-09-12T21:57:00.000-05:00

Sorry but I just had to say it to all the people who didn't want to read my last 3 posts because they were to long, I mean, I only got 4 comments on my last one, and that’s not fun, because I really like comments. Anyway I don’t really know what to post about so I will just say

Comment
Because I like it
Comment
Because I like it
its so subliminal
you know you want to
Even just to say, no I don’t
this just gave me an idea for a song
SWEET

Thought of the day: If you were me and I were you, what would you do..... with my body.... never mind.

Me Trying to be Funny

2006-09-08T22:17:00.000-05:00

Recently, well not exactly recently but yeah, ahem, over my entire life span I have had people calling me funny, "oh your so funny Benny Boy", "hahaha dude your so funny", "hmm, your funny, but not funny in the way that your just... funny, funny in the way that everything you say is so stupid that it is somehow... funny" to name a few. Anyway I though maybe I would take a subject that’s not funny... no, take a subject that is so far away from funny it is just plain boring and make it funny, something like... showers, so here I go, my funny post about all the showers I have seen over the years.

Lest start when I started taking public showers, in Thousand Trails TX. Hmm its hard to find any faults in there really except for the time the cleaning lady walked in on me getting dressed. She knocks on the door and I am thinking "it’s a public shower, why is he knocking" when she said "Cleaning lady" I figured she would hear the shower going and not come in so I didn’t say anything, lucky for me I was getting dressed so I had my boxers over my knees so when she opened the curtains (as fast as she possibly could) she didn’t see my bare knees, phewif...

then we have Park on the Lake also in Houston TX. These showers weren’t that bad except that every single shower head sucked, two of them for instance were just so painfully fast that when I came out I would sometimes have small bruises all over me, the other ones were basically just as fast except it came out like a stinging mist, meaning that I looked like one big bruise.

Quartzite AZ.... HAD NO DAMN SHOWER

Yuma AZ. these showers weren’t bad except for the fact that when someone would flush the toilet would get the burn of your life. It was sort of funny though, listen to the screams coming from the shower every time I would flush the toilet "AHHHH WHAT THE HELL" "MOTHER OF GOD" "#&$@ IT BURNS, AHHHH MY SKIN, ILL KILL YOU LITTLE F&$^##", I had my share of screams to, not as bad as that though... also I saw a full sized black guy bathing his naked body in a public sink, yeah, not cool.

Lake Cove TN. The showers here weren’t that bad except for the fact that they were filled with bugs so... yeah... that was kinda sick.

Alabama. Hmm, I would have to say that the showers here were designed the stupidest by far, they were made so you could see the chest, head and feet of your fellow shower... sort of like a urinal. Occasionally you would get some dude walk in and inch his way over to the dividing bar, look down with some sick look on his face and say somthing like "hey how’s it going" or "you, you come here often". There are three words you need to memorize if you ever go to Blue Grass RV resort in Folie Alabama... "Sorry, I'm heterosexual"

Dam Park in TN. This shower was actually pretty nice, they had two heights, one for midgets, and one for normal people, the only bad thing was they didn’t have any lock, and yes I did have a little black kid walk in and stare in amazement, who knows how long he was standing there staring at my ass before he stated "oh... sorry" then left.

some other public ones that weren’t all that public were the MATCH meetings and Wordstock.
The MATCH meeting ones I swear were designed for Midgets, we would have people saying "how low can you go" while shampooing our hair, also it was very easy to watch people shower from one of the top bunks... which I saw someone doing... the guy in the shower didn’t even notice until the other softly and sincerely said "I love you".
The Wordstock showers were pretty normal, in fact they were very normal, but my team leader ("Johnny" the japanese dude who everyone seems to know now) wasn’t, we would often see him walking naked to the shower stalls saying, "hey its not the size of the boat it’s the motion of the ocean", "that’s just something people with small penises say" was the usual response by everyone.

Anyway, I hope my adventurers in shower land was funny, and if it wasn’t, I mean, come on, look what I had to work with... showers.

Thought of the day: why is it that you always hear pleasurable moans coming from the stall next to you, just because that guy is having the time of his life doesn’t mean he has to let everyone else know.

Disclaimer: if this post seems sorta bad its because I did it as fast as I could, I could lose the internet any second now.

A Day in the Mind of Me

2006-08-31T13:08:00.000-05:00

Today I think I'm gonna give you a little insight into my mind, by walking you through a day through my eyes.

Morning: I wake up at about 9'o'clock and lay in bed till about noon just thinking, thinking and writing awesome stories of action, adventure, spectaular scenery, and for the girls, enough romance to win an Oscar. When I finally reluctantly get out of bed my mind is still thinking of how to deepen the characters pasts or add new ones until I pour my bowl of cereal, I sit at my table thinking "humm I wonder, if I pretend this is some kind of sick government food it might taste better" and what do ya know it does. After that I usually walk around singing as loud as I can with out moving my vocal cords so I can breath in and sing at the same time, usual singing a song that I only know a few words to. After I'm done with all that good stuff I go take a shower where I usually go insane, you see the shower is basically my only private time so I don't waste a minute of it. If you would enter the shower as the invisible man you would probably see me singing, dancing, practicing different emotions, acting out various seens from my favorite "Mind books" or all of the above. When I come out of the shower I go to the mirror, apply hair gel if needed, and put on my ZapZyt acne cream in strategic locations to better vanquish evil Lord White head and his pawns the Irish red headed Zits. After I get all that done I put on all the other stuff, deodorant, Axe, Ect. then look in the mirror while boosting my self confidence with words like, my god your sexy, if there were two of me I would make a threesome with me myself and my mirror image UGHH yeah. On my way back to my trailer I see all the old people who inhabit these parks and I begin to think, "my god, whats gonna happen when I turn that age" I then begin to think of things to do before I reach the "golden age" such as "Maybe the end time will come and I will be killed, or maybe I can give my life for some defenseless baby when I am 47, that way I score some goodness points and I don't live to the "stick in the ass" age". All this though of old people gets me thinking, "I wonder, in heaven would say Betty White look old like we all remember her as, or would she look the way she wanted to, oh my god... What if she's hot in heaven, but that wouldn't be fair to everyone else because she wouldn't look like the way people remember her. What if I marry the Hot 24 year old version of Betty White, would Jack LaLane marry the 80 year old version, Eww I don't want to be related to him, wait... Can you even get married in heaven, cuz I mean an eternity with one person... But then what the hell ever happened to love?" at this point my mind begins to hurt so I stop thinking about the ununderstandible supernatural and try to fathom the natural supernatural. Things like hands, I sit and stare at my hands thinking "if my fingers were sailors, who would be the Capitan, well I guess It would be the thumb, but then the index finger does look pretty commanding, i guess... naw the pinky cant command anyone, at has to move the ring finger when it wants to go anywhere. I guess that... Yeah... On my right hand, my thumb would be the Capitan, my index finger would be the ambitious first mate, my middle finger would be the stowed away punk with green hair, my third finger would be the woman who goes on board that no one really likes but the first mate ends up falling in love with, and my pinky would be the cabin boy, and my left hand would be the barbarians with no rank or moral value who kill the cabin boy sending the first mate in a blind rage and killing all of them... I have four fingers now". Once I'm finished with all of that I usually get online, I look around as if I'm hiding something, then I begin to sing my password because it is just so much fun to sing "* * * dramatic pause * * *[x7]" you should try it some time. After I finish checking all the blogs and trying desperately to break my 8 comment average I look at my watch and realize that it is about 5:00 PM. I then pull a chair up right in front of the TV, examine all 18 of my video games then pull the chair back and think to myself "man I need some new games". I go into my 2 feet by 6 room and pull out my art book, once again look around to make sure no one is looking and pull out my "attempted serious" cartoon art portraits of the male characters in my story (there are only male drawings because whenever I draw a girl she always looks like the hulk), I stare at them and think to myself "man, I really wish I could write the story, maybe I should, (voice in my head speaking) you already tried that remember, you got through 1 and a half, 2 page chapters that sounded like Dr sues,
Me: oh yeah, well, I still wanna write something, maybe ill spoof a song,
Voice: no you don't, you want to take a shower,
ME: umm no I don't, I already took a shower today, I'm clean,
Voice: common Ben you know you want to take a shower
Me: no I don't alright,
Voice: come on, you know your gonna take one anyway, when have you not listened to me,
Me: plenty
Voice: Oh? Remember that time with the razor...
Me: alright alright, Jerk...
... That actually happened, the argument that is. After I finish arguing with the green haired girl inside my head I go into my room, turn on some music and get on the computer, at about midnight I start to want to go to bed, but of course, my sister has to be on last. I wait till about 3'o'clock until I finally say, "that's it I'm going to bed, turn the computer off", she then usually begins to whine that its "so early" I usually respond with a "ITS FRICKIN 3 AM" once the lights are out we usually have stupid conversation about nothing in particular such as
Amy: isn't it fun to be fat
Ben: not where your shadow where 42 pounds
Amy: not that fat but just... Chubby
Ben: (dumbfounded pause) what ever, I don't share your ensuthiasum of being comically obese
Amy: right... Well... Im going to bed
Ben:......................(whispering) this is the world we live in (shouting) WOAHOO AND THESE ARE THE HANDS WERE GIVEN OAHOO.
I then fall asleep thinking about all the nothing that transpired that day and I try to put an idea of it into my story some how. At night I dream sweet dreams of monkeys and peanut butter and jelly sandwitches which somehow didn't make it into this post, even though I think of them more then the average person.

Thought of the day: My older brother is a filthy lier, TWO CATS CANNOT EAT EATCHOTHER.

Belated Wedding Post

2006-08-27T22:26:00.000-05:00

Ok, I know it happened about 2 weeks ago but that doesn’t mean I can't post about it does it... oh... it does... well I don’t care, I'll do it anyway. Lets go back a ways, to August 16th, we were headed out to the Tux shop to pick up the "Father of the Bride" labeled tux and to do the rehearsal, which was nothing special really, all we did was meet up with friends and family which I don’t really need to explain in very much detail. After the rehearsal we all went back to my trailer park home to decorate the reception hall, well at least the girls did, the guys had a bachelor party, all the guys but me, I was too young, so I was put on "unofficial" child care watching my 4 and 7 year old nephews Brendon and Connor and a 5 year old (I think) girl named Vanessa. Ok, so it was fun at first running after the Ping Pong ball every 13 seconds, but after a while it gets a little old. After they decided Ping Pong, Pool, Foose Ball, and puzzles were boring Vanessa and Brendon decided it would be fun to hit me with the paddles which was ok at first until they decided to hold nothing back and go ape on my ass as best as children could. I of course at this point it was getting sort of annoyed so I told them to stop and Brendon did immediately, but as luck would have it, of course, Vanessa didn't. After I told her about 20 times she finally decided to stop just as I lost all energy. I sat and gathered my breath, as I was breathing little Vanessa walked up to me and asked very nicely if she could please hit me with the paddle, I replied with a laughing "no," BIG MISTAKE! she reached back and with all her might swung her paddle and struck my knee right on that spot where it just hurts like hell, (the place where doctors hit you to check your reflexes) the restraint it took to keep from screaming every horrible word I could think of at her wes enormous, but knowing she was only a little kid I let go with only a very stern "Never do that again! that really hurt!". After that little incident it was basicly all down hill except for the times she made Brendon cry by messing up his games.
The next day was much better, I woke up and my knee was almost healed enough to where I could walk normally... but not quite. After playing a few video games with Brendon we set off to the chapel thingy where my sister was to have her wedding, and for just a normal wedding it was pretty fun, but it was the reception that was the best, (of course) and I am proud to admit I was part of the sober minority. There’s something about seeing moronic looking dancing drunks that makes me smile, but mostly, there’s something about seeing moronic looking dancing drunks giving lap dances that makes me smile even bigger. Of course I did my share of stupid looking dancing, but its ok, because I did it on purpose.
The next day we had an awesome Bar-B-Q with my family and my new in-laws, which as I stated in the line above was awesome. The day after that I set out to my older brothers house to help them move... or at least that’s what I said to get to go, I really did it to escape going to a health food seminar in Dallas with my parents, but i think everyone knew that. Aside from the boring 3 hour trip it was all really fun, especially the part of staying up late playing up video games... not that I don’t already do that... but I had never beaten these. (warning: nerdy video game stuf) The first game I beat was a really cool game called Shadow of the Colossus, it sounds really stupid when explaining it to other people because throughout the whole game you just fight 16 guys... but what fights they were, each one is at least 300 feet tall usually. Basically all you do is kill giant monsters via climbing the fur on their bodies if giant minator looking things or the wings of 2000 foot long sand swimming\ flying dragons. Next game on the list is Lego Star Wars, which I played almost everyday with Brendon, and yes I did ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING YOU CAN DO. Next there is crimson skies, a fun dogfighting game where you... dogfight... yeah, and I beat Halo 2, that’s all. Don’t only think that all I did at my brothers house was play video games though, no, I did much more, such as, watch movies, stay sober at a Boggle party, make jokes with and about my brothers, eat out, actually help move, and much more. Anyway, I just got back today and I'm bored... umm... The End

Thought of the Day: I DO NOT HAVE OCD! I just don't like unsequential baby cribs.

I'll Be Back

2006-08-23T13:13:00.000-05:00

I'll post in a week or somthing, I don't like this keyboard much.

Thought of the day: All hail lord Thyme, king of spice.

Impossible Task

2006-08-15T23:54:00.000-05:00

Explain "Blue" to a blind man.

Thought of the day: I think that instead of Ink for an Ink blot test they should use lizards, because when you stack four of them up its kinda hard to tell what they are to.

Beachin' and Birthdays pt2

2006-08-11T00:13:00.000-05:00

Well this is a follow up post on everything Birthdays, beaches and Alabama, and I've got lots of pictures like this one, its the Class Clown, now advertising... ... Now performing. Yeah anyway that wasn't a birthday gift because I bought it but this was... ... Its the most "Awsomest" "Splendifforus" "superfrnoricladiclysplendocrocriffic" Mp3 Player and I have already wasted almost 2 batteries on the 149 (soon to be many more) songs I have downloaded, the bad thing is I knew I was gonna get it so there was no surprise. I knew for sure when my mom and dad were arguing about wither I should help pay for it or not, but of course my dad won saying "it's his Frigen' birthday gift he shouldn't have to pay for it" I was just laughing the whole time, it was hilarious. Next up we have the last time I will (probably) visit this beach any time soon. First up we have me feeding the seagulls. And then we have Dad thinking he can talk to them, and that by telling them "there's no more doritos" that they will some how listen, thank him, and politely leave. Ok there's a great story behind these next pictures, some "Evil" dudes came up to me and buried my head in the sand, then they went for my sister... ...and Buried her in the sand... ... And the whole time "Jocko" the giant happy man I made was laughing at me, but once I got to know him he turned out to be really cool. But alas, it will all end soon (which definitely isn't bad) soon we will leave Alabama and enter again into Texas, and the defining characteristics of Alabama will be over, such as, Dad coming home from work and comically bitching about "sheetrock hell", or Gabe/ Brian/ Uncle Antichrist/ Dads work buddy coming over almost everyday to borrow a movie and make a few pretty funny jokes a my Moms expense which she never gets until I tell her he's joking. Also we wont be living next to the old bastard next door anymore (Nashville knows who I'm talking about) *thinking aloud* it takes 2 minutes to drive 20 feet. Anyway it will all be over, some good, some bad, but, I think this post deserves a special closing comment, goodbye Alabama, you will be missed a HELL OF A LOT more then Arizona.

Thought of the day: Black lights make me sad, because me teeth don't shine like everyone else's *sob*

Birthday Time

2006-08-05T23:25:00.000-05:00

Well from looking at my computer's built in clock I can see that it is exactly 18 minutes till my birthday, that mean in... 17 minutes now I will be 15 and to tell you the truth I feel no older. So this is your chance everyone, if you’re a family member, friend, secret admirer, or just a fan this is the chance that you get only once a year on August 6th, you can do anything you like, send a gift, money, a birthday card, or you can simply leave a comment saying "Happy Birthday Class Clown you mighty god of humor." All proud remarks aside the real reason I want people to say what I just told you to say is because I want to know how many people really read my blog, so I hope to see many comments from my many readers on this post.
You know what’s weird and a little off topic, every birthday everyone asks you "so do you fell any older".... what kind of stupid question is that anyway, do you wake up every day "wow I feel older today" I don’t know about you but I think that next to "what the hell happened to the moon" that has to be one of the stupidest things you can say. Back on topic, it's exactly midnight now so I'm signing off saying happy birthday me, I feel so much older.

Thought of the day: My milk shake brings all the badgers to the yard and their like "this isn’t milk its mayonnaise".

Boobies

2006-08-01T18:27:00.000-05:00

Ok, after reading the about the subject older sister A wrote about in her blog I started thinking, then after reading a post about the same thing by older sister B I decided to post something about it on me own. Ok I'll start with my opening statement... I think boobs are great, and I also thing that everyone should be able to enjoy them including babies and men (or women if you prefer) of all ages, they should all be able to enjoy to a certian extent, the splendor of that which is boob. It also sickens me to think that people would actually send in complaints of seeing a side boob shot on the cover of a magazine, I mean why waste you time writing and sending an opinion that is... unnatural, for lack of a better word, wait, scratch that I found a better word, a stupid opinion that I hate. If you really have to be self righteous why not just go all out and say I'm better then you. Also I think the lady who didn't want her 13 year old son to see it should die, and I pitty the poor child who has to steal playboys because his mom wont let him read the frickin' BABY TALK MAGAZINE! Anyway that’s my philosophy, it probably made no sense to you because they usually only ever make sense to me, but I thought you might want to hear it anyway. So lets review what we have learned today.

Boobies good

Self righteous people bad

Stupid old lady who didnt let her son see it also bad.

I cant make it any simpler

Thought of the day: Only you can prevent forest fires, which means I can't, and that makes me sad.

Acrobatics

2006-07-28T13:54:00.000-05:00

Ok for all of you who saw the post of me doing a hand stand, that was an accident, I was trying to get it as my display picture and it took forever and I guess I forgot to delete it. Stupid thing always says I'm doing something wrong "contains more then 50 KB" "contains invalid characters" "its to long" its a stupid picture and blogger doesn't think you should have it as your display"... Jerks. Anyway it inspired me to post a... Post, about acrobatics. Its really quite amazing and fun if you know how to do it, practicing your ability to do a spinning handstand or an areal (a handless cartwheel or side flip) is something that I truly enjoy, and yes I do have some very gay looking pictures of it, it seems every time Amy hit the "take picture button" I was in just the wrong position, in fact the only really cool looking one is this one
Oh yeah, now there's a keeper. The only problem with hand stands (one hand or two) is I can only hold it for about 2 seconds. My next picture for you is me in the middle of what is called the butterfly, otherwise known as, jumping into the air, laying flat, and spining, it really looks quite cool if perfected. Umm..... Yeah...... That's me...... And as you can see...... I look like a cat.... Or a person.... Like somekind of..... Cat... Person... huh. And Last but not least we have me about to pull of a said flip thingy. Just picture in your head everything going right, I land it perfectly with a perfect spin, and that is probably the polar opposite of what really happened. Well that's all I have for you in my "stupid looking acrobatics" file. Maybe next time i can film myself breakdancing or performing a slap dance to "The hand that feeds".

Thought of the day: If you find a way to make a death cocktail taste like a cocktail you let me know, Because I'm sick of these metaphors.

I Had a Bad Day

2006-07-24T22:38:00.000-05:00

Today had to be one of the most annoying days of my life, I woke up and everything was going great, it was one o'clock in the afternoon and I felt very rested despite the fact that I was up till three the previous night downloading songs. I went to the living room, (or the center of my trailer sense its basically just a living room with a toilet) poured myself a bowl of cereal, and hit the play button on the Tivo thingy to play Family Guy. After about an hour I felt like listening to some music so I went to my computer as I always do and opened "Musicmatch Jukebox," it was working fine at first, I added a few songs to the play list when all of the sudden, something popped up saying it was upgrading the program. Now usually before you can do anything it asks if you want to upgrade it and I usually say no but this time it didn’t give me that option and just decided to do it on its own. As it was downloading I realized that I didn’t want to upgrade it so I hit the cancel button because I figured "hey they wouldn’t have a cancel button it messed up your settings," BIG MISTAKE! As soon as it exited I tried clicking on the Musicmatch shortcut but as soon as I did a message popped up saying that it couldn’t find Musicmatch jukebox anywhere on the computer, after about an hour or so clicking on numerous shortcuts and using the search a few hundred times I realized that it had vanished completely from the computer. As you can imagine I was pissed, that was about 6 hours of awesome songs from bands such as Disturbed, Linkin park, Salt of earth, Breaking Benjamins, STEM, Three days grace, AFI, GreenDay and many others. I tried for about another 30 minutes to find the file but it would not open, I even tried taking the computer BACK IN TIME! the whole time I was angrily screaming and punching the walls it was growing increasingly windier outside, right at the peak of my anger it starts raining and Amy looks outside to find that the satellite dish had fallen over meaning I would have to spend about an hour trying to find a signal the size of a pin head. At this point I was afraid I was going to put a hole in the wall so I decided to cool off in the shower. I got my toiletry bag, grabbed a towel, and walked angrily in the pouring rain to the shower, and to top it all of when I got there was an old person sleeping in a chair, I opened the door and woke him and for some reason he laughed at me. When I got into the shower all hell broke loose, violently I kicked the wall as hard as I could... I felt much better *thinking* although it probably would of been more pleasurable to kick the old person laughing at me. Anyway the day turned out not to be so bad when I found out that it wouldn’t take so long to move my music, though I’m still pretty pissed that the musicmatch broke. And in a less related note setting up the satellite didn’t take quite as long as I had expected.

Thought of the day: If super dog is smarter then Einstein, imagine how smart super Einstein would be... now that’s something to think about.

Geezers

2006-07-13T21:09:00.000-05:00

Old People make me angry.

Thought of the day: accusing someone of "future rape" isn't a good way to get laid.

Gulf Shores

2006-07-07T17:05:00.000-05:00

Ahh gulf Shores Alabama, a beach of fat sweaty tourists, and 30 story condos, but more importantly its a beach of water, and any beach with water is a beach good enough for me (all comedic insults aside it's actually a pretty nice beach). I went to this beautifully crowded beach not but a week ago to spend a day of relaxation and funn-ness and this is what came of it.
We started off swimming which was pretty fun, although all we were doing really was attempting to ride the waves back to shore over and over. After about an hour of doing that you can imagine that I was in need of... Relieving myself, so I had an ingenious idea... (your gonna need to tilt your head for this one, my stupid picture loader thingy sucks) THIS! Its my sand-o-let portable toilet which I didn't use because I didn't actually have to go, yeah, I lied. Anyway after that we thought we would eat a bit of food, at least I think it was food, who knows what was in those hot dogs my brother made. After that we decided to do some beach fishing, and by we I mean my brother of course. I'm not quite sure but I think I've seen that photo somewhere else, like in the Science books when it's talking about neanderthals or something like that. While everyone (and by everyone I mean my brother again) were fishing me and my sister were feeding the sea gulls near a large puddle. As we were feeding the fish my sister pointed out that there was a big fish in the puddle (it was actually only about a foot long) so we decided to catch it with nothing more then a plastic bag and a body ugly enough to scare the fish into it, yup, it was a team effort. They didn't believe we caught it with a plastic bag until we told them the fish was in a puddle, then they kinda laughed... Anyway here's the fish, isn't it cute. After that I tried my hand at sand castle building and I think I did pretty good, that mind you is the first attempt, the water kinda destroyed half of it so I told Amy she could sit on it which she did without hesitation. This masterpiece however I did not let Amy sit on, this was my crowning achievement, and it even has trees. Lets all take a moment to bask its awesome glory................ Yeah.......... That's good........... Anyway I'll end my story here, mostly because that's basicly all that happened on my trip to the beach... (thinking) all except for when I put Amy's head in the sand and it came out looking like the Reaper.

Thought of the day: If your thinking about selling your soul don't only think about the devil, I'm sure there are lots of other people out there who are interested in it, or you could try Ebay.

Sharing my thoughts

2006-06-04T21:35:00.000-05:00

(disclaimer) For all of you wondering, I am not complaining in this post, I just thought people would like to know what I think about.

Here are some things I think about: One thing I think about a lot is how stuff works, some people say I'm an idiot, others say I'm wired, but you can't tell me you never look at your hand and say "what the hell, how the heck does it move like that." Other things I often wonder about are things like cars or water faucets, no matter how hard I try I cannot understand how, or more importantly, why it works the way it does and instead of shooting out water why it doesn't shoot out lobsters.
The next thing I think about is stuff you could call perverted stuff or as I like to look at it "the funniest subject in the world." For instance: every time someone says I'm coming I just crack up laughing, most don't know why. I think it is the most fun thing in the world to make a really perverted joke and make it so perverted that no one knows it's perverted at all. Another instance: most people have a word they yell out during a basketball game to make someone miss such as "Barney"... Mine in "smegma"
another thing I think a lot about is what most people would call "nerdy stuff" the stuff I don't really say out loud, like what it would be like if I was a super hero and what power I would have. I even made up my own super hero trio, all their powers, and their arch villains.
Lastly: I think of anything and everything that pops into my head. I call it being as random as I can be, at one point I am thinking about a movie then I start thinking about deaf Mexican leprechauns. Or im thinking about a friend then quickly jump to the reason why spiderman doesn't shoot his web out of his ass like most spiders, personally I think thought jumping is quite fun. Anyway my mind is wondering so I'm going to end with my patented, completely random "thought of the day."

Thought of the day: I think that dissecting frogs is pretty sick, I think it would be a lot more fun to dissect Egg McMuffin because they have a lot of parts to.