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High school isn't too bad, still even. Some assignments are a bit tough, but nothing to cry about. I hang out with Nick nearly every day. Prince Albert Denson the Fifth is a new friend of mine. He has two funny little sisters, one 9, Lauren, and one 11, Madison. No more Saira, no more Kim, no more Colton. I'm slightly more pure of heart. And i like that a lot. Bon Iver is a one-man band that recorded an album in a cabin in the woods. Good stuff. I like the Coen Brothers movies. I went to a German-themed Market in a big tent under a bridge in the Mountain-surrounded, old industry-laden town named Bethlehem today, with a close friend, Sarah Vitale. Everything was taxed.

Being pure at heart is a lonely world.




Any questions?

Skinny Blog.

YES. It is Autumn. Today was beautiful. I hung out with Nick and ended up seeing The Social Network with him at a late hour. It was a brilliant movie. Very good acting and writing. I also brought Richard S. Grant, the round plush raccoon i have to see it with us. Me and my dad have been going on these randomly-timed drives lately. I enjoi them. We just go to interesting places I haven't been or a place with nice scenery, and have some Colas. Or, i have a cola, he has an Iced Tea. So far, we've driven down 724 and into Birdsboro, through a rainy day in Lancaster, down all the way down 23 and near Downingtown and Owen J. Roberts and Marsh Creek, and Paoli and Home Depot. It usually is very nice visuals and i just like long drives and i was bored one day, so I initiated the first trip, to Paoli. I hope it continues. I will hopefully being doing the same thing with Joette(former girlfriend of Michael) way down 724 and into Amish country this Sunday, if the weather and our plans conspire to take us down the road of adventure. Homework is getting a bit stressful at school. Just a bit. I got a cold today when i woke up. Mostly sore throat and some congestion. Me and Nick tried to see a football game tonight, but it turns out there wasn't one. Gina and I will probably be talking on the phone tomorrow, if i can manage that. (for the first time, you see). And i just recently talked to her slightly older sister yesterday for the first time in person, for we both talk on facebook frequently. So those two things are nice. Dr. Strangelove is also another good movie. I am now interested in Peter Sellers's acting works. I now write two-page long diaries in my Study Halls(once in Math class when i had a lot of time left) about my personal thoughts and what's going through my mind, basically. It has never felt this good to talk to myself through writing. I always thought it would be hard to write a diary, because you'd know no one else would read it. But now, it's come to the point where i don't care who sees it, i just need to tell something my deep thoughts, even if it is just paper. I guess getting the important and interesting and happy and sad thoughts in my head onto paper where i can see them is what gets me addicted to that. And i get to read my crazy morning thoughts at a later date.

Favorite Things.

ACTORS:

- *Colin Firth*
- Ryan Gosling
- Christoph Waltz
- Josh Brolin
- Brad Pitt
- Steve Carrell
- Rainn Wilson
- Stephen Graham
- Simon Pegg
- Patrick Seymour Hoffman

MUSICIANS:

Guitar: Meric Long(The Dodos)
Vocals: Hayden Thorpe(Wild Beasts)
Drums: Logan Kroeber(The Dodos)
Lyricist: Win Butler(Arcade Fire)
Musical Composition: Win Butler(Arcade Fire)
Coolest instruments: Arcade Fire

BOOKS:

-Harry Potter(series)
-When Zachary Beaver Came To Town
-Montana 1948

Other Random Favorites.

Comedians(on stage or otherwise):

- Stephen Colbert
- Jim Gaffigan
- Julian Barratt
- Noel Fielding
- Craig Ferguson
- Thomas F. Wilson
- Nick Swardson
TV Shows:

-*Viral Video Film School*
-Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy
-Courage the Cowardly Dog
-Futurama
-The Colbert Report
-Planet Earth/Life
-Adventure Time
-*The Mighty Boosh*
-*The Office*
-Whose Line Is It Anyway?
-Robot Chicken

My Favorite Music.

BANDS:

1. Arcade Fire
2. The Dodos
3. Wild Beasts
4. Modest Mouse

Favorite Song: NEON BIBLE BY ARCADE FIRE

My Favorite Movies.

- This Is England
- Doubt
- No Country For Old Men
- Lars and the Real Girl
- Shaun of the Dead
- A Town Called Panic
- Forrest Gump
- Inglourious Basterds
- Fantastic Mr. Fox
- The King's Speech

Blogs Beyond Blogs.

A lot has changed in the past two months. My brother moved out of his Philly place and moved in here, but he is still rarely at home. I am in ninth grade, and i just ended the second week of high school, and it still hasn't been too bad. I like it, even. My teachers aren't the most funny, except for about two, but the classes are cool. I got into Art, which is great. I like that. The Suburbs by Arcade Fire, their third album, is brilliant. I am in an addiction period with that album currently. I have recently befriended two mind-blowingly interesting people. I have known Mary Ann for like 6 years, but i recently began REALLY talking to her. Unfortunately, we no longer have Math, Global Studies, and lunch together like we did the first couple days. Her and her friend changed their schedules to get Gym out of the way for Senior year. Those clever ones. And my other new friend is HER friend, Gina. Also very interesting. Likes Monty Python. Unfortunately, she switched our classes and now i never see her. Which is a small reason why my cursed facebook was spared. Me and Kim have lunch together, which is nice. Many people i dislike flocked to my table, and i dislike that. So, me and Kim have found new areas to sit. We talk on the phone a lot, for long amounts of time. I got some new Arcade Fire shirts. I love them. Autumn is upon us! That means my long lost happy soul will return! Me and my brother made homemade pizza tonight. Wasn't that great of a success, but it was decent. The Activity Fair was today in school. I avoided the guitar club, it seemed pointless, and there was just a bunch of stupid kids aiming to impress girls and be cool and stuff. But i have a real passion. After interrogating the absent-minded fool who ran the stand for what the club actually did, i signed up. I figured, why not? And i can quit any time. HA! Tonight, me and Nick did fun stuff. I've never done so much stuff at night. We road to the high school and just road around and talked mischievously. And then, later on, Nick went home after being out too late and getting yelled at, and me and Colton hung out at my house, and then, we had the idea of sitting on a skateboard and riding down a hill together! What resulted in the end was pure boyish glee. This fish-tailing rickety piece of wood was sending us swerving down the large steep hill very fast, and our awkward and painful positions just accented how funny and fun it was. And we did it twice, and swerved out the second time and made a car stop behind us. I'm in to critically-acclaimed movies now, ever since i started loving all the ones that are critically acclaimed. I really want to see No Country For Old Men, There Will Be Blood, and The Hurt Locker. They seem very nice. My mom might let me make a REDBOX visit to see if i can obtain one of them. Me and Mike saw a ginormous moth today. It was nearly the size of my inner palm, literally. The picture he took of my hand and the moth is pure album cover. My hand has a bunch of 3-D boxes and strange shapes drawn on it. That's all for now.

Wasted Blogs.

My hair is getting a bit longer. Toy Story 3 is a great movie. Nick slept over last night and we made another funny video dressed as Suit-and-Tie-Northern-Plaid-Terrorists-With-Nice-Socks. Mystery Science Theater 3000 is still funny. I'm still excited for the Arcade Fire show. Saira's coming home in two days. I got my teeth cleaned. I hate dentists more than anyone else on Earth. My mom's shoes came down from the tree. I don't want to think about school for at least another month. Pepsi is satisfactory at best in can form. I have a caffeine addiction, somewhat. It's humid. Comedians hardly ever make me laugh. I saw frogs today. My Uncle Brian left PA today. Saira is basically moved in now. I still like the Wolf Parade album i got. Warm soda literally makes me depressed. I saw the second half of District 9 today, it was pretty awesome.
Yes, goodnight.

Min Blog.

I have recently become infatuated with the Norwegian song, "Min Dag" by Age Aleksandersen. It's a wonderfullly catchy song used in the comedy-horror movie, Dead Snow. I watched this Norwegian movie with my brother one night on Netflix. It's about a group of college students who stay in a cabin in the snowy mountains of Norway. Apparently, there are some frozen Nazies underground who want their money back from the cabin, and they need to kill people to get it. The Nazies terrorized the town back when they were alive, and looted the town for it's money, and eventually the villagers fought back and chased them into the mountains, freezing them to death. But, they come back as frozen zombies. What luck for them college kids. At first, me and my brother laughed and mocked the movie for being an utterly laughable horror movie that just plain sucked. But recently, we found out it was a comedy. Which makes it even funnier. There's a scene with that really good song in it, and the two remaining guys get a bunch of weapons and attack a hoard of Zombies. The happy religious music makes the fight scene hilariously entertaining. But it's a song that got stuck in my head, so i looked it up and bought it immediately. I have Verizon now, but my TV basically died right as we start using it. My Uncle Brian is still in town and we hang out a bunch, like today. He's a funny guy. My mom is officially forty-nine years old now. I went fishing for the first time in my life the other day with my brother. We did it under the covered bridge on Rapps Dam Road, right next to Saira's new house. We also traveled down the creek. My brother lit some fireworks off over the water, and the sparks and smoke would rain down on the water. And the smoke balls would float down the creek(French Creek), spin around, and, well, shoot smoke. I caught two crayfish(accidentally) and two sucker fishes. It was pretty fun. Really fun, actually. It's exciting to see what you can get and how you approach the catching of it. We saw a big snapping turtle, some big Carp we weren't able to catch, and I saw a big red worm-looking fish. Also, i caught a sucker fish, and i didn't feel like getting him off the hook(he was eventually inadvertently named Tim) so i cast him back out into the water, but i overshot it and he smacked into a rock on the other side of the River. Hilarity for us, tradegy for Timothy. So i reeled him back through a couple bushes, accidentally smacking him on more rocks, and we tried to revive him, but i think he eventually died. Poor Tim. Me and Nick got my mom's shoes(the ones i wear) stuck in our tree today. We went to a diner tonight(me, mom, Mike) in Exton, and i had a good feeling about our waitress liking Mike. I just had a good vibe about her, a vibe that made me think Mike would have a chance with her. She looked at him a bunch, and laughed at his jokes. But, no dice. I was thoroughly crestfallen. Even other guys at other tables were hitting on her with no results whatsoever too, and she didn't seem to like it. They ended up circling the diner later and shining green lasers in on us. Haha. What a night. I almost went into Giant shirtless with a hairlip and one closed eye, but i didn't. I was really hyper.

Black Blogs / Bad Vibrations.

So, they didn't take my youtube video off for having that piano ditty. They just advertised the song under my video. Which is good. I ended up sticking a bunch of firecrackers in the heads of these little stuffed kangaroos i got at the Dogwood Fair and setting their faces on fire. It was fun, and they are basically okay. They just have big ashy holes in their heads. I put three in at once at one point, which left my right ear ringing, so i'm never trying that again. But i had never set those off before, and now i get the hype. Haha. Saira's in the process of moving now. She's got a nice, old house in a nature-type area with a creek. They have a creepy springhouse, a creepy smokehouse, and a barn. It's nice from the outside, but i haven't seen the inside, but apparently it's really nice. She says me coming over will be less of a hassle once she moves in, and we'll have more places to hang out, other than just her living room couch. Her current room in her small apartment above Ott's Garage is overflowing with junk from previous ages. But her new room is huge and clear. So, that's good news. I'm happy for them. She'll be working this week, in the Outer Banks next week, and coming back to a new house the next week. And about two weeks after that, i'll be chillin' with ARCADE FIRE! Not that it's more important than Saira's life or anything. Today, she is sorting toys and junk she doesn't want. Man, if i could be helping her right now. I love organizing like that. My ear is ringing, i just blew up four firecrackers. I set off two in a Nectarine and basically blew it open. I also set off one in a Kangaroo's head. One was just left on the ground, unblown-up. That one hurt my ears. It's humid, that's why the gas lighter thing won't work well. Well, that's my theory. I have a full pack left for my brother, whom is lost somewhere in Pennsylvania at the moment. He won't pick up his cell phone.

I Want A Blog While I'm Still Young.

I recently created a character for youtube videos. His name is Sidnee, and he was made with the articles of clothing in my house that looked funniest together. He's Canadian, and battles physical and mental disabilities. He has a hairlip and a lazy eye. He goes to night school. He wears very large jackets and a hunter's fuzzy cap. He also wears broken glasses. His dad Stephen is very proud of his child, and he wears cowboy hats. If you have any interest in seeing the videos i did with this character, click the link from the previous blog to my youtube channel. My username is toughbail456. When i made this videos, i genuinely fell like 5 times, which is great material. I hope i get some darn recognition for my videos someday, and not just from people who have pity for me. This morning has been nice. I was awoken by a hardcore Modest Mouse song on my iPod. And i had a strange dream. For one of my new videos, a strange piano ditty was playing QUIETLY on the TV, and youtube told me it was someone else's content and they might take my video off. I didn't even know it was playing, for Pete's sake. Man, Pete must be a great guy, everything is for his sake. The fireworks last night in Downtown were fantastic. Saira and my mom's family all watched it together. My Uncle Joe gave me three packs of firecrackers. And i am interested in the possibilites.

A Moment, A Blog.

Recently, i have been changing my youtube channel to make it more popular with people. I changed the titles to be a little more catchy, i have added eight new videos i never posted and new hilarious ones with Nick, i have advertised it to people and added more friends, and done other small techniques to get my material known. It's not noticeably working, but i did realize that i never get 3 views on a video on it's first day. So, that's something. Hopefully, in time, my videos will blow up with views and praises from random people. I had many heat-induced nightmares this morning. Well, just bad dreams. Then some weird ones. And so did my mom. I'm having a July 4th party with my mom's family tonight, and Saira is invited. I had a nice night with her yesterday. And my cousin Kelly is in town, my Uncle Brian's daughter. He took me and Saira and Kelly to Rita's yesterday, and once i told him where Nick lived by accident, he went by his house and forced him to come with. And we're going to watch the fireworks with them tonight too. I hope the new Arcade Fire album is as great as it seems it will be. If you want to laugh and don't mind thinking of me as an insane little tormented teen, then i suggest you watch my youtube channel. http://www.youtube.com/user/toughbail456

Month Of Blog.

I am still super excited about seeing Arcade Fire at the Mann Center for Performing Arts. I got box seats, which look pretty good, but a bit further away then i would like. But hey, at least I'm there. Saira's coming over today because she's moving this week and going to the Outer Banks in North Carolina next week. Arcade Fire is a wonderful band for all tastes. My brother tricked me into thinking they were sold out, and my hopes were crushed, but then my eyes were lit up with joy when i realized he was joking. He showed me the tickets, and i treated them as i would a talking butterfly. I quickly wrote all the info on the envelope and put it on the fridge. My lucky number is 2, and my brother's is 8. And the show is on 8/2/10, and he got me a box seat in box 28. CRAZY. I know I'll have fun. I cannot wait. I get more excited every time i see a video of them playing live. They are very crazy live and do crazy stuff, and i am sweating with anticipation. I slept over Nick's house last night. Good fun. I shot a paint ball for the first time in my life at an old chair with a smiley face on it that i drew. I like the song Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap. Great vocals. It's Colton favorite song, coincidentally. I like to dance to the band, MGMT..alone in my home. Nick is a very energetic guy, i don't how he does it. He'll wake up with 3 hours of nighttime sleep and want to go on an adventure. I am a genuine adventurer, but i need 12 hours of sleep before i move a muscle. And it gets annoying. He'll annoy the crap out of me until i finally get up, then he'll annoy me to go outside. But hey, that's a good quality, right? I like my new hair cut. Most of the time. My brother and sister went to the Mountains to meet up with their family. When they started driving away from the house, i chased them down with a Civil War hat using my wiffleball bat as a gun, wearing my mom's floppy shoes. That's all for now.

Two Men In New Blogs.

Yesterday was a fine day. Me, Saira, my Uncle Chris, my cousin Danielle, my cousin Emily and her boyfriend Jake all went kayaking in the early morning. Despite my anxiety about waking up at 10 AM, i ended up waking up at 8 AM by accident. That always happens when i am nervous to wake up. Saira agreed to come enthusiastically, and she had a great time. We stopped at an island to cook some hot dogs and smores on this little grill we brought. But this island was covered in freakish, really fast spiders. You take one step, and three little spiders go running away. It was insane. And there was a mama spider near the water on a rock. This thing was huge, and my crazy Uncle touched it. Me and my brother were stunned by what he had done. Haha. Then our inflatable kayak(me and Saira's) was attacked by freakish water spiders after lunch. But the rest was fun. We sucked each other's kayaks with water guns and balers. Saira thought it was funny, so that's good. She liked my hair cut too. So far, people like my hair cut generally. After we kayaked, i went to Best Buy with my brother to get the new Wolf Parade album on the first day of release. It's a good album. I was giddy when i saw what the case looked like. The Arcade Fire album is even more exciting though. But there's a month left until that comes out. It comes out the day after their Philadelphia show, WHICH I AM ATTENDING! It's great. And since my brother is buying the tickets tomorrow, (the show is on August 2nd) we will most likely get good spots. I hope this Summer goes by as slow as it usually does. My Uncle Brian is visiting to California. He likes to go places and do fun things. I'm going on a bike ride with Nick on this slightly less hot day. Good bye.

We Used To Blog.

So, i got a legitimate haircut today. My mom basically forced me too, but i figured it was time too. She really wanted me to look like Robert Pattinson. His new hair is long on top and shaved on the sides. So we got my hair to look like that somewhat. Not really. It's shorter than his. But the top and sides blend and it looks normal. We got a master stylist by accident, but she did a master job. I got a treat of a Wendy's lunch for accepting the cutting of the hair. Then me and my mom drove by Saira's newly rented home. She hasn't moved in yet. My hair is finally shorter than hers. The Wolf Parade album is out in two days, and my mother agreed to drive me out to Best Buy to purchase a physical copy. With some bands, i have a tradition of getting the actual compact disc in it's case. For example, i bought my first Arcade Fire, Wolf Parade and Modest Mouse albums in their physical form, so i have to keep that trend with those bands. Also, there is going to be an unveiling of a Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer tomorrow night. That gets me really excited. I'm going on a bike ride with Nick now. Goodbye. He likes my haircut.

Little Golden Blog.

Virginia was nice. I got to ride a sketchy Go-Kart, experience nausea and headaches and eat an omelet at the same time, see Norge Virginia and the pretty fields there, go to Virginia beach, go down a huge inflatable water slide on the beach, go under water without holding my nose, see Toy Story 3 in 3-D at 10:00 PM at this modern fancy movie theater with counters and office chairs (that was a great movie, by the way), and hang around in the blistering heat in a different state. I had 50 dollars left from 95 dollars that i had, and this was insufficient funds for my Summer spending plans. There's a Wolf Parade album coming out on Tuesday, a live Arcade Fire show in Philly on August 2nd, and a new Arcade Fire album out the next day. But, my generous Auntie gave me thirty bucks for helping clean up her home for my visiting Uncle Brian, who once drove me to Saira's home really late at night in the middle of a blizzard randomly on our way up to Wawa last time he visited. So, now i have enough money for everything. I got to hang out with my boys(Colton and Nick) today briefly before i helped my Aunt and Saira came over. Me, my Aunt Janie, my Uncle Brian, and Saira all drove up to Rita's and got some Gelaties later. Then Saira stayed here for a while and watched Lars and the Real Girl with me and didn't like it. It's a shame. I put her through all that just to get a negative reaction. This year, there is like 600 new species of flies and beetles entering and circling my home. And that means more predators like spiders and centipedes. Oh, well. I've braved the spider attacks during Summertime before. It's a never ending battle. I'm two weeks into Summer, and I'm doing fine. Tonight, I reluctantly gave Saira the gifts i bought her in Virginia on our last day there. I got her a colorful(mostly purple, because that's her favorite color and i asked my mom to pick out the purple-est bracelet they had) woven bracelet with three peace sign/heart charms on it. She loved that, which was good. And despite my worries and fears, she liked Richard, the spherical, stuffed Racoon. Haha. The five and a half hour home was torture. The way there was okay because i was looking forward to seeing sights in Virginia and i was excited to go there, but i was disappointed. There are no good sights but roads and trees. And some buildings. And one big bridge. And a tunnel. The way back was terrible because i had two sodas and a frappucino from Starbuck's, and my chemical arrangement forced me to stay awake. I nearly went bonkers. I began hitting the inner walls of the car, yelling silly things at people in other cars, eating all our food, drinking the ice water in my Coke cup, making fun of my parents, and videotaping myself making funny faces. Once i got home, i was forced to hang out with seven-hundred people at once. Well, three. That's all for now.

About Blog.

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I am an extreme perfectionist, especially when it comes to editing profiles of myself on the internet. It takes me a very long time to have every thought i want told in my About Me section, and fish out the unnecessary ones. Woe is me. I really like Wild Beasts now. They're British. My iPod was suspiciously not turning on for a couple days this week. It was just black, no matter what i did to the cursed thing. My brothe came home briefly last night, put the iPod in his hands, and it came back to life. He did the same thing to my sister's iPod. I swear he knows some trick that Apple Executives taught him. I'm having a day off from hanging out with my pal Nick, today. We have created a company. It consists of me and him collecting stray sports balls in local fields. We have around 40-something balls so far.

Neon Blog.

Today is an interesting day. I fell asleep at around 2 AM last night. I wake up at 8:30 AM to my dog's frantic shaking in her dreams. I tell her to get off the couch, and i fall back asleep. I wake back up at around 11:30 AM to my sister making crazy noises to my dog. I thought it was annoying, until i turned around and saw her shaking my dog up and down, making my dog look like she was making the noise, baring her teeth and holding her paws up. It was hilarious, actually. Then i tried my best to get more sleep so i wouldn't be tired while i went over to Saira's house later today. So i woke up at 1:48 PM. It's ironic how i rounded up or simplified the rest of the times of me waking up or sleeping, and i did the exact minutes for that one. I guess that's enough sleep. Saira and her mom will pick me up after they are done work at their babysitter client's house. Then we might pass by her newly purchased house. Her mom's significant other and her rented this nice house with four bedrooms the other day, and they are moving in by the end of the month. It's good, because Saira hates her current house. I am listening to Arcade Fire music i haven't heard in a long time. That is useless information. I have been taking many lonely bike rides lately, since NICK IS IN UTAH. I also have gotten used to the trick of riding all the way to the high school and back with no hands. It's fun. I did it last night in the dark, with my shades on. I can't wait to go to Virginia on Sunday. It's going to be a long drive, and i'm glad my wonderful mother got me a new pair of the same headphones i had before that i broke. I really love Raising Arizona. It's a movie about a poor couple who steal a baby since they can't have one of their own. It's hilarious. My brother gets to come with us to Virginia the whole week, and i am very excited. Uhh...yeah. And by the time Nick gets back, i'll be gone. I think. But anyways, goodbye. This is the end of this blog. Peace out.

Blog In Love.

I have been listening to streams of new Wolf Parade songs lately, and they have some good music set up for their album that's coming out June 29th. That means i have a new source of blog titles. I am going over to Saira's house tomorrow, once they are done work at 5:30 PM. This will be the last time we see each other for another week. I am going to Virginia sometime Sunday and coming home Friday night. My dad won a trip there, with hotel reservations and such. There is a depleted Dr. Pepper supply in my house, and that sucks. I saw this 180 Degrees South documentary last night about these guys travelling down to the West coast of South America to climb this one mountain. It was really cool, and the dude from Modest Mouse wrote most of the music for it. Last night, i stayed up until the sun was just about to creep over the horizon. Which isn't good. But it's Summer, and i don't care. Me and my brother vowed to see the sun come up in Virginia. I hate this Vitamin Water...i want Dr. Pepper. Now my stomach is dead...he wishes for his love Caffeine to be with him once again. I just ate a chocolate chip muffin, which would have gone great with a DR. PEPPER. I'm an addict, i know. Well, that's all i have to write about. Bye. Love you. No, not you. You. NO, NOT YOU! THE OTHER PERSON! Yes, you.

I'm Like A Paper Blog.

I'm finding it harder and harder to eat a decent breakfast. I did eat a wonderful stack of pancakes I purchased myself at Nudy's downtown the other day when i went there with my brother and sister. But today, i had a Dr. Pepper, Tuna, and Dr. Pepper. My stomach lining probably has me on it's hit list. My brother was late for work today, and it was my torturous, younger brother nature that got him awake. I had no knowledge of him being late, but just for the fun of it, i threw a stack of Dunkin' Donuts recyclable drink holders(we have millions of them, and me and my brother had the idea of collecting them for some sort of art project) at him while he was sleeping in my bed. He woke up, and ran out the front door. I chased after him, and he revealed to me that he thought it was 12:00 PM, when it was actually 3:00 PM. He said he might be back, because his boss might just tell him to take the day off. I hope he comes back. That would be nice. It's summer time, and that's wonderful. I had a great day yesterday with my fantastic girlfriend Saira. We took a delightful walk around the neighborhood near nighttime. They're starting to prepare the building of the new middle school, in that big high school field. Which is stupid. There's dirt piles, concrete pipes, rolled up fences, and trailers around that area. Industrialism is stupid, in my opinion. Why can't they just leave things be? I am out of headphones..the ear phones i have are painful. One of them is missing a noise pad thingy and it's in two pieces, and i can still somehow fit it in my ear and have it work. I've been showing everyone i know Lars And The Real Girl lately. I never really got to finish it with anyone. Except my mom, and she liked it a lot. It's a running joke in my home to randomly say "Nick's in Utah" repeatedly now. Whenever i pass his house, i remind myself that he's in Utah, and i always announce it to whoever i'm with. My mom even goes along with it. My brother is annoyed by it, but i think it's funny. Me and Colton hung out on Sunday, and we did some hilarious things. We went out in the pouring rain in the afternoon, shirtless, both donning aviator glasses(the shiny mirror ones) and walked around the whole town, pointing at different people in cars to get their attention. A couple people beeped at us. It was pretty fun. I hate Pink Floyd. I don't know what else to write....i need some sort of decent sign-off statement. Oh, my brother has Netflix on the XBOX now, so i can watch a bunch of movies for free on their instantly. It's pretty awesome.

Blogging's Gettin' Easy.

Yesterday was the last day of school. We did nothing, as per usual. It was a gloriously boring half-day, but it was cool in a way. I unintentionally ended up alone on my walk home, which happens every year on the last day. But it was abnormal this year because i actually had someone to walk with. I told Nick, Colton, and Saira that  they couldn't come over because i like being alone on the last day. It was only coincidence that i walked home alone. Nick couldn't catch up with me. There is always some kind of weird mood about the last day of school, especially this one. The lighting is different, due to the earlier time of dismissal. I also met up with my dog and my crazy sister on their walk to the school to see the high school Graduation. I got home, lied in bed, and listened to music. And later that day, i had to restrain my dog into my room and keep her sedate, because my mom's friends were here. It was around 7:30, and I made my dog lie down, and i lied down too. Then, i spread my legs and slept for 17 hours. I was looking forward to eating a meatball sub from Alfredo's later that evening, but i guess it's too late now. I was woken up at 6:00 AM to my mom trying to convince me had to go to school. It didn't work. I had about 400 different mini-dreams, and i bet if you named a place, any place, I would have a vague memory of it being in my dream. I was compensating for all those hours of sleep i missed this year, which was actually a lot more than 17, i can tell you that. It was bizarre waking up after all that. I am going to the mall with my dear Saira in about a half an hour. What fun. It still hasn't fully sunk in that i have no school to go to for another three months. I am so used to the routine of going to school now, that it's just programmed in my mind, and i don't even know what NOT going to school feels like. I get to go to Virginia in a week. And my best pal Nick is going to Utah THIS week. So we won't see each other for two weeks. Oh well. I really have to hang out with my friends this Summer like mad before High School comes. We don't have many classes together. But, it was like that this year, and i still made three great friends. So, people whine for nothing. That's all for today. Thank you for your time, and Goodnight.

Do You Wanna Blog?

So, the terrible place we all have nightmares over the Summer about called School is finally over. Well, for me, only middle school is over. Which is good, i guess. It feels like i haven't been there long enough. I went to Barkley for 5 years. FIVE YEARS OF MY LIFE! And i only went to PAMS for three. And now i am going to High School for four. Jeez, if i thought Middle School was hard, High School is going to pull down my pants and shove me in a locker. They say it's a great new experience. That's a bunch of propaganda. It's a nightmarish place, and they know it. My poor friend Nick gets Intro To Cooking, and i get Intro To Art. Lucky me, i guess. And i was mistakenly put into Geometry Honors, but Mr. Curry said specifically that I'd be in Geometry College Prep. If this isn't a mistake, i don't have to retake Algebra 2 in 10th grade. So, we had that amazingly boring Awards Ceremony in the High School gym on Wednesday, where i had to get fancy attire for, because it was our "Graduation" from Middle School. There was a ridiculous amount of people in this room. It was boring because i was called last, due to my surname. Me and Nick were joking about it the whole time. Him being Mr. Yatsko, he was a seat away from me. Colton tried to sit back in his metal chair at one point, and the torturous bully girl pulled it back and he fell. It was hilarious, to say the least. Saira didn't necessarily love my outfit. Then, afterwards, there was a video presentation of our middle school memories. I bet Nick that I wouldn't be in it, and he bet that he wouldn't be in it. We both won, so it cancelled out. Afterwards, was the dance. Our parents departed, after Nick's dad pretended to cry and weep as he ran up to hug me, mocking how this graduation was no big deal. The dance was alright. There was a mob of fist-pumping, Chick-Fil-A nuggets everywhere, and rave music. As a joke, i would come up behind Colton and start doing the Bump to him. He thought it was hilarious, Nick didn't. Nick had a balloon at one point, and i ran up behind him to take it, and when i touched it, it popped. I couldn't stop laughing. Yes, i slow-danced with Saira, and yes, i did kiss her. Write a book about it. A couple people cried, and i think that's ridiculous. It ain't the end of school at all. It is HARDLY any sortof big deal. Of course, i did have a little blonde friendgirl who was crying, which broke my heart, and Saira made me hug her. Nick left early, because he hated the place, already had like eight Coke cans, and had to watch the Flyers. Then, afterwards, i told Mrs. Radatti that she was my favorite teacher, and bolted silently(there's a technique to that)through the school, with no one else there, to get to the front, where i was the only one being picked up. It was dark, and misty. I liked it. I didn't get any awards, except for the thing that said i passed the 8th grade. Now that i have written a whole blog for that, i better stop and make another.

Poetry Is For Losers.

My heart turns another ninety degrees,
At every hour, of every day, of every week.

Sometimes i feel as if there is nothing to heal it,
Sometimes i wish to forget it or shelve it or seal it.

I might hear a song, and that may bring it back,
But my love is a pretty vase, and everyday, it cracks.

My analytic mind is impatient for it to fall,
but my heart tries to piece it together, to survive another call.

My heart and mind are on a tilting scale, a turning graph,
I'd rather have us be cheesey, then for us to be just a laugh.

This Must Be The Blog.

I have nothing to write about today. But i've just been putting out short, pointless blogs everyday recently. I'm now listening to "Rhinestone Cowboy" right now. I think i've talked about every new song I like and every interesting thing that has happened in my life recently already. Nick and Colton are trying to fix up this makeshift bike park in the middle of this little forest next to the high school. It used to be a really long track for bikes made of dirt with jumps and stuff. But now it's just random junk like chairs and grills, and dirt piles. But Colton and Nick are now stealing my shovel all the time and dragging me back there to fix up the place. I guess we've been making good progress. I don't know, i don't really care about it. It was their idea. Today, i snuck out of the place without them noticing after some random kids that they knew came. It's a suburban outlet of outdoor activity for bored teenagers, that's what it is. Despite all the trees, it's pretty light in there. This is all completely irrelevant. Oh, here's something to talk about! Monty Python! I've always KINDOF liked them, but now i've been watching the skits more since my brother has introduced me to their works and junk. Funny stuff. I love the Lumberjack Song. I'm hanging out with Saira a little later after she goes to the mall. Oh my god, i'm listening to This Must Be The Place by Talking Heads again, and it is a GREAT song. I'm in love with it. It's great enough as it is, but thinking about things that make me all fuzzy on the inside is it's catalyst. Catalyst to make me more in love with how the song sounds and how it makes me feel. Okay, so recently i've been listening to 70's songs lately, so what? Don't judge me, i know i'm just like my dorky dad. I accept that. Cher, Glen Campbell, Talking Heads. You have to love air conditioning. Okay, i promise, i'll write about my idea for a movie in the next blog.

Blogs Of Summer.

So, i just excavated the bottom drawer of this computer desk for a Beach Boys Greatest Hits CD. I've been in the mood to hear their music for a little bit now. I heard them at that Memorial Day cookout with Saira on Monday, and it brought back memories. I listened to them a lot around the time of me being in 3rd and 4th grade. My mom had an interview for a customer service job, but didn't like the place. I had to run a shovel up to Colton and Nick who were down the street in flip flops. Probably the hardest thing to do ever. My toe was injured from running in my dad's shoes outside and jamming it into the asphalt, so it wasn't easy. So, i'm putting this Beach Boys CD on my iTunes, then onto my iPod. It brings back so many memories. Well, not really, it just makes me feel nostalgic. School is really messing up my head. It's hot, and all this stress is killing me. Today, i was so tired that i hardly talked at all, or even thought. But anyways, i have a date with the Sounds Of Summer, so goodnight.

Lars And The Real Blog.

I lied, i'm not going to be telling my movie idea yet. But i want to tell you all that Lars And The Real Girl is my favorite movie ever. It's amazing. It's dramatic and touching, but quirky and funny at the same time. And you get so involved because it's so introspective and emotional, and interesting because you see how this lonely depressed guy gets through his bad past by doing weird, crazy stuff. But i love it, and i just recently bought the movie on iTunes. I like "This Must Be The Place" by the Talking Heads now. It was in that movie. It's getting really hot, and i couldn't be more sick of it. I hate orange soda. At least it's Friday. Four and a half school days left. Yay. I'm sick of school. SO SICK OF IT. And everyone involved in it. I'm alone right now, and it's great. Oh, it's hard to make decisions, especially mine. Well, i've probably got more ahead. This is a pouty 'oh-well' blog if you haven't noticed already.

Gypsies, Tramps, Blogs.

Today, Saira came on over after school. We had a nice time, then Colton and Nick randomly showed up on their way to an adventure to T.D. Alfredo's. Saira did not like that at all, and i could tell, so i sortof hurried them back on their way. Then they came back later with a pizza. I ate some, Saira didn't. They wanted me to go with them outside and do all this stuff, but i stayed with Saira because i could tell she didn't want me to, and she hates these guys. I feel good about it. I have 5 and a half school days left. Next week is going to be so easy and smooth. Just celebrations and fun. The end of middle school. I can't really be happy, next year is high school. Oh well. I was going through downtown Phoenixville tonight in the rain with my brother, and i heard this crazy awesome song and found out that it was "Gypsies, Tramps, Thieves" by Cher. It's a great song, and "Rhinestone Cowboy" by Glen Campbell is pretty good too. My friend Nick likes that song too much. So, i have this idea for a screenplay, or story or whatever. I'll write about it in my next blog.

Blog For A Fuddy Duddy.

Before i wrote this blog, i checked the meaning of 'fuddy duddy' in case it was dirty or something. It means a very dull, old-fashioned, fussy person. And the title fits, this blog is fussy, in a way. And it is most certainly dull. I had a terrible day today. Actually, no it wasn't. I had first period (Communications{Media Stuff}) and most of second period (Social Studies) then i left to the Auditorium where i waited forever with other 8th graders(only a few) to take a group of Fifth graders from East Pikeland Elementary(i had no idea who they were) on a tour of the school. We needed a partner, and i couldn't get one, so this nice girl Carli took the liberty of dealing with my drab, undoubtedly dull personality. But it was interesting. There was two class clowns of the group, who were so extremely NOT funny no matter how hard they tried. I can't explain the modern child's sense of humor, but it annoys the living crap out of me. They act all cooky and disrespect other's in a way, and it just makes me plain angry. But the most annoying younger kids make me so aggravated because they remind me of my younger self, uneducated, seemingly inconsiderate, and full of myself. I've grown up, don't worry. Before I go on, i hung out with my brother and his best-friend-for-years Anthony Noble, who is the technical Uncle of my old best friend Collin Savery, but he just thinks of him as his brother. He's nice, and hilarious too. We went to Philly for my brother to pay his rent and for us to go to Sonic. It was great fun. I hid behind a couch and my brother was terrified and wondered where i was. There was a bunch(they just kept coming, there was millions) of tool-y jerks with shiny, jacked up cars and like two girls. Basically a bunch of beefcake jerkface tools. Anyways, then we drove home. It was a nice, hilarious trip. Anyways, annoying 5th graders. There was an adorable little girl, who was the little sister of a somewhat-friend of mine. She was being teased by other little idiotic, inconsiderate kids. Her older brother can grow a beard, and he's in my grade, and they said that she had facial hair. She was obviously offended, but still managed to smile it off, but i was sympathetic. I told her she didn't have facial hair, but apparently she doesn't like being talked to. Hey, i tried. Then one kid said, "Hey, you have facial hair!" to me. And i went, "Well, yeah, i'm a guy." And some idiot jerk kid who was half my size says, "Could've fooled me." It was funny, I have to admit, but still. This is why I have a love/hate relationship with kids. We share the same spirit, and i love instructing them and teaching them things and making them laugh, but they're brutally offensive to people with no knowledge of what others feel when they're insulted. Anyways, i got to skip a couple classes because of this tour, and it was kindof funny. We were quiet at one point, waiting for other kids to pass by, and Nick walked by, and i shouted out, "And there's my best friend Nick!" to the kids, and Nick goes, "HI!" in a friendly voice. Funny stuff. I also saw Saira during the tour, obviously enjoying the sight of me conducting little kids. I went on a bike ride with Nick and Colton today after school after i invited Nick over and Colton randomly barged in. I just wanted to smack a couple tennis balls with the racket in the field, but they wanted to go riding, and i couldn't protest, so we did that activity and went. I got into my Gym shorts, which ended up being a bad idea in retrospect. Good for this darned heat, but not good for leg protection. I went off that jump that caught me off guard in that other blog before, and my first try, i landed short of the seat, and my butt landed on the back tire. I didn't hit anything valuable, but pain insued. The bike seat sucker punched my directly in the intestines, the axle cut up my shin pretty bad, and the spinning back tire stuck on my shorts and pulled them off. It was quite funny, but it was a bit painful. Then Nick's second try on the jump was basically the same, but it caused no damage. Well, it did cut three huge holes in his brand new shorts(which probably earned him an enormously angry outburst and scolding from his mother). So then we rode home, i sweated like a boar, and then i cooled off and junk. I don't have to worry about the Final that much anymore. I took the first half today and it was EASY PEASY. Air conditioning prevents many teen suicides, i'm sure. So, my permanent bed is the couch until i see those identical huge spiders dead and buried in the Alaskan Tundra soil. So there. Saira has made a blog. I will post a link on Facebook. Read it please. Her distress and negative attitude is quite entertaining. Haha, JUST JOKING MY DARLING.

Empty Blog.

To whom it may concern, "Empty Nest" by Wild Beasts is my most frequently played Wild Beasts song now, and probably my favorite. Okay, this heat is bothering me to my boiling point, literally. Luckily, we have the WORST FANS ON EARTH at my school! The only good ones we have are the ridiculously huge ones in the hallways, and they don't do much when they aren't where WE ACTUALLY ARE, HUH? But it's nice walking through the hallway after a steaming hot Gym class and getting blown off your feet by those noisy black windmills called fans. I have 7 and a half days left of middle school. That's cool. Except my English teacher gives project after project every week and we have minimal amounts of time to do them. And plus, i have to do a Algebra 2 Final Exam tomorrow and Thursday. It causes me much stress, as i have not done very well in the second half of the year, which is what the test is on. Luckily, i have friends who are almost a fraction as worried as i am. I let Nick borrow my old Halo 3 game so we could play online with eachother between our houses when i play my extension copy thingy part of the game. I probably mentioned this before, but i need to go to this Graduation Dance on one of the last days of school after we have this Graduation Ceremony, where we have to wear legitimately fancy clothes and junk. I loathe picking out formal stuff to wear. I'm like my Dad, in the way that i don't really care about the formal stuff and clothes, but i'm also like my Mom, in the way that i'd do anything not to look like an idiot in my suit, and get the perfect thing to wear. And then i have to go swimming at the YMCA with my peers, and be embarrassed by my lack of swimming skills. My brother has off today again, and is still here, but he's out with his friends, probably playing the sports that he was going to play with me yesterday, but couldn't. You see, i went to this Memorial Day cookout at Saira's mom's boyfriend Seth's place. He has a nice house. Sortof a Frankenhouse. Parts of it are old and are being reconstructed and moved into, and other parts are brand new and nice. I've seen many houses like that. And he has 5 mirrors in his home, which i found odd and hard to miss. Anyways, we had nice burgers and hot dogs, and Seth's friends came, who i didn't know and generally did not enjoi being around so much. I'm not good with older people and older teenagers. I'm sensitive about that because of my older siblings and stuff. But otherwise, it was okay. I swam for a bit, got sunburn, and little did i know that my family was waiting for me to come home at 3, like i told them, so i could go to another cookout at my Grandmom's, but i stayed until like 6 and made my siblings and Mom upset. But i figured me going to another cookout meant i couldn't go to my Grandmom's. Eh, it's hot, i have a headache, i'm stressed, and i don't want to think of it anymore.

In The Suburbs, I Learned To Blog.

Arcade Fire has announced a new album to be released on August 3rd. That news made me ridiculously happy. And they have streamed two songs from their single out on June 1st. One is amazing and makes me happy all over and has a deep meaning, or at least to me. The album is called The Suburbs, and is about friends growing up as teenagers in suburbia(perfect for my age and experiences) and growing apart as they get older. So that's a great theme album for me. Well, i predict it so. So, I implore you to somehow find this song, "The Suburbs" by Arcade Fire and enjoi it with much gusto. Umm..i guess that's all i wanted to write about. Yeah, and Wolf Parade's album is going to be out soon. So that's nice. And i don't know about Modest Mouse, they don't tell anybody anything. Just last night, right when i came home from an early Memorial Day picnic, i went to bed. I turned over and put my hand over the edge of my 'bed'(one of the two mattresses i have in my room) and all of a sudden, this black shape, which happened to be a wolf spider, flies out from the edge, and quickly hides. I try and kill it, but it escapes to under my dresser. As i am backing away, this even bigger one comes from the same edge of my bed, and comes near me on my bed sheet. I yell(not scream) in shock, and it crawls under the dresser with it's partner. Then i realized the small one was a male, and the big one was a female. So i slept in the living room. And i have only entered my room once today and didn't see them. I am still very suspicious. I still have schoolwork..curse it all. I'm the worst procrastinator i know. With how much i love the title of this blog, i'm feeling that the contents should be more special. I grew up in the suburbs of Southeastern Pennsylvania. That's special, right?

The Blog Of Fathomless Love.

Wild Beast's songs have been the sole inspiration for the past like 40 blogs. Okay, that was a massive exaggeration. Yesterday was quite interesting. Me, Nick, and Colton all planned since the beginning of this week on riding our bikes around historic Phoenixville areas like the train tracks and the tressle, and stuff of that sort. Adventurous places, basically. Done it before, like 5 times. But Nick revealed to us yesterday that he couldn't go. So it was going to be me and Colton. But this funny dude from Math class named Ian, who has never hung out with us before, asked to accompany us on our adventure. We gladly accepted. As i walked out of school with them, Saira caught up to me and said that she should go over my house, acknowledging that i would be out of the house. I told her to just take the school bus home, because i didn't want her to be alone and bored at my house, right? It just so happens that she'd rather be a little bored at my house chillin' like a villain than dealing with her mom and her mom's boss, so she came over. I told her again that my parents probably wouldn't allow it, and that i didn't want her to be alone, but she said she'd be fine and all those excuses. So, i left at about 4:30, after it took Colton and Ian forever to get to my house. Which is good, because Saira wasn't alone for too long before her mom got off of work at 5:30 PM and picked her up. I no longer have a fear of my dog being mean to strangers. Well, teenager strangers. I wouldn't let Saira over my house for quite sometime because i was scared of my dog barking at her. But, once i let her over, Starr loved her. Then, i was still afraid about Nick coming over, and when he finally came in, Starr loved him even more. And I told Ian to stay outside when he arrived over here yesterday, but he came in briefly, and my dog loved him. So, there's obviously no problem with teenagers. It's just the tall, ugly people. Haha. So, after many 'making-sure-that-you're-okay' questions from me to Saira, i left with the boys. So we rode down to the Steel Mill, and tressle and that sort. There's this long, gray, dirt-covered road that slopes going down towards the wasteland that is the former Steel Mill. And there is this little boundary of rock and dirt going into this field of vegetation and scrap metal. The road takes a left, goes under the tressle, and into a new construction site. But if you go straight, you head off the road, the land no longer slopes, and you go towards the boundary. This boundary is maybe a foot and a half high, and is basically a ramp that goes steadily up, then steadily down. It stretches from the tressle to the forest, which isn't that long. It's basically a nature-made gate. There is a specific part of this boundary that has no plants on it, and no rocks, and kids ride it. Usually, i just take a little ride up, then dip down over it. There is no flight involved. So, i was flying down this road, faster than usual, and not until after this ride of death did i find out(the hard way) that the boundary is probably the PERFECT bike jump. So, i'm going very fast, and i expect a smooth ride, on the ground, dipping over the thing. I end up hitting the jump and go flying like two feet in the air, which came as a complete shock to me. I'm like, "OOOUUUHHHHGGHHH!" in amazement and pure terror as I go flying and land not-so-softly on the ground. I explain in vivid detail to Ian and Colton what happened as they were ahead of me and not looking. Since i didn't expect it, i did not lean forward, so my bike did not dip down in the air and land right. I just went straight into the air. It was insanely fun, though. I have never gotten air on a bike before. So, once we came back from adventures, we all tried the jump like 40 more times, Ian having no success due to lack of sufficient speed. When i got home, my dad scolded me for leaving Saira here alone, then i explained that it was against my will. After the whole adventure, i thought to myself...i much rather would have spent time with Saira all day then gone on the ride. Oh, well. THEN HE REVEALED TO ME THAT I GOT MY ITUNES GIFT CARD IN THE MAIL!! I went on a crazy music-purchasing rampage. I completed the buying of my Wild Beasts albums, and got some DeVotchKa songs, and like 3 or 4 miscellaneous ones. And i still got 10 bucks left! WOO! I have so much school work to do...this blog title does not fit with anything i have said...but i like it...as of Monday, me and Saira will have been going out for FOUR MONTHS. FOUR!! I quote my Uncle Tom about his FOUR kids, "Four, that's the pro level! That's goin' for it!" CZECH YEAH, IT IS.

Dead Man's Blogs.

The actor, Ryan Gosling, who i loved in one of my favorite movies, Lars And The Real Girl, also has a band named Dead Man's Bones with just him and another dude, and their music is actually quite good. There is a spider chillin' out next to my computer desk, seemingly floating in between the desk and the wall. What a pest. I saw a wonderful sight with Saira today, during the storm. After it rained, there was quite a sky show. We ventured out to the middle of the high school's field, and gazed at the sky. There was so much artistic beauty to behold from the sight that the sky looked bigger than usual, with much more definition. It looks like the apocalypse. Near the sun, there were patches of blue sky here and there, and pink clouds in rare areas. But on the other side of the sky, there was a battle. ONE side of THAT side of the sky was bright pink, a big circle shining out from behind a big black cloud. And if you looked to the left, emerging from the same cloud, a blue circle shining through. They were seperated by a purple/grey gap. So one side was light and the other was dark. So Biblical and bizarre-looking. Saira decided to contribute to me and Nick's sport ball campaign and we collected some tennis balls. I like the French techno group, Daft Punk. "He's leavin' on that midnight train to Georgia. He said he's goin' back to find a simpler place in time. WOOH WOOH." It's late and i'm tired.

And Now For Something Completely Different..

Something poetic:


I do not have butterflies in my stomach. Rather, i have large, dusty moths who, instead of fluttering around and making me feel euphoric and joyous, feast upon my stomach lining and give me an enormous amount of stress and angst. 

MORE TO COME.

Midwestern Blog.

All my blog titles are based off of Dear And The Headlights songs now. My brother installed our A.C. into our room last night at 2 PM before we fell asleep. It is getting hot, and i don't like it. Within two seconds of me being outside this afternoon, my eyes started hurting and i got a headache. I have a case of 8th-grader-itis. I have lost all care in the world for my schoolwork. Well, not really, but i can do nothing in my ability to put forth effort. It could be because i only get about 5 or 6 hours of sleep these days due to caffeine and my brother staying here. I saw Nick's little brother's Lion King play tonight. Bored me to death, gave me a headache. That's my review. It's so nostalgic being in Barkley after a 3 year absence. Uh. Yes.

Skinned Knees & Gapped Blogs.

I went to Temple University in northern Philadelphia today. It was nice getting out of school and taking a trip with my Communications class peers. It's in a very poverty-stricken area, and my friend Kim was shocked about the homeless people and living conditions. We took a tour around the area with nice college student named Dave, who looked just like the guy from the band Say Anything. He was cool. The college is pretty nice. It's mostly communications and Health stuff, but we just toured the Communications and Media Studies areas. This one speaker had a strange accent, so i asked him where he was from, and he told me to guess. I already could tell, and i guessed that he was Canadian. And he was! It was that weird-sounding accent on the "OH" sound. We talked about YouTube and the "Scary Maze Game" reaction videos in the computer lab with Dave. He went around the room asking us if we did or did not care about the kid getting shocked and scared to tears. When he got to me, i said, "Well, i don't care about the kid getting scared because i've been scared many times in my life, and i turned out great." I got the whole class to laugh. Then we saw these shelves that you could roll closer to and further away from eachother with these wheels on the side of them. They had really old movies and DVDs to checkout. There was also an area with really old books, including a 1477 Bible. I had a cheesesteak and cheese fries from a foreign vendor. She was taking orders from everyone at a time! I fed a squirrel a fry. I've never been so close to one of those beautiful creatures. So i had a nice trip to Temple. And there is only 13 days of school left. Hurray. I am growing into a band that writes songs mostly about heartbreaks and sad love stories named Dear and the Headlights. I used to like only three songs, but now i am hearing more and liking more. My brother loves them, and he introduced them to me. I went on a dangerous adventure of massive proportions with Colton yesterday, climbing crazy metal structures and junk. I love the song "Two Dancers" by Wild Beasts. Oh, wonderfulness. My dad gets out of the hospital today. My brother is out with friends. Me stuck here.

Woebegone Bloggers.

I am home alone for the second day in a row. I haven't been alone all day, but my mom is bringing food to my dad at the hospital. He has now gotten his pinky toe amputated. There was an infection in it, but there was enough circulation in his foot, so they just took off the toe. He might be coming home tomorrow, enjoying the sight of no tree in his front yard. Apparently the Dorney Park trip was awesome. Me, Nick and Saira didn't go, so i don't feel so bad. Around 40 or 50 kids get to go on this trip to Temple University on Monday, and me and Kim are going. And YMCA Day is coming up, which i NEVER go to. But this year i might because i can't miss anymore days, and Saira is making me go. There's also the Graduation Dance, which she is making me go to and choose outfits for. I want to be in the video that they show at the end of the year in the graduation ceremony. That would be cool. Saira was over today. She's getting a super short haircut tomorrow. I worry that it will turn out bad. I put a little red price sticker on my dog's head a little bit ago, and she still has no idea that it's there, or is just used to being teased and doesn't care. I love that there is a group on facebook about locking your pet in your mom just so it will play with, spend time with, or pay attention to you. It made me laugh SO hard when i saw that. I've done that before. My dog gets really annoyed. Haha. There's this website that has these miraculous or lovey-dovey stories that are very uplifting and junk. Search 'love gives me hope' on google. Jon Reep is a funny comedian. Um. Yeah. That is all for today.

Brave, Bulging, Buoyant Blogs.

I finally got some Wild Beasts on my iPod! I bought 10 songs of their's with my mom's tax returns. And we are going out to get me new pants too! My pants are scarce, and holey. I just had a tuna sandwich. The tuna was lemon-pepper flavored, and WAY too strong, despite the enormous amounts of mayonnaise i added. The Dorney Park field trip is tomorrow. However, i am not attending. But since i have missed so many school days, i have to go to school and sit there with a couple other kids who didn't go either and lower grade kids and be bored. I don't regret not going, though. I wouldn't go on any rides. Nick and Saira aren't going either, but are choosing not to attend school with me. Those traitors. I am also going with Kim and other Communications-class peers to Temple University, as I took interest in that college, and it's a day off from school. My grandfather Tom Wilson went there. So these random guys were at my house cutting up my front tree today when i arrived at home with Nick. They basically shaved everything down, today. But tomorrow, the whole thing is going down. It's quite bizarre, there is usually shade by that part of the yard. My dad had contacted the Borough A YEAR ago before they finally came today to put it out of it's misery, for a fallen, dead branch had struck his truck, and dented the back edge. Revenge. Late revenge.

The Blogwood Fair of 2010.

My mom is on a women's retreat. I have gone to the Dogwood Fair in Phoenixville(my hometown) just about four times this week. Instead of the usual parent or sibling-accompanied outing, i have gone with my friends this year. The first time, me and my brother skimmed the area. Not much fun there, besides a funnel cake all to myself. The second time, i went with Nick and Saira. Saira was all up in a fuss about how i was scared to go on this RAINBOW contraption that had two rows of people on this big cart and basically swung around in a big circle in the air. I wasn't scared of the ride, i just didn't want that crazy stomach feeling that i knew i was going to get. Eventually, she forced me to go on. I was very nervous, and i clutched my green kangaroo named Lars that i won in Skiball to the handles and Saira's hand so hard that my hands had their circulation cut off and they fell asleep by the end of the ride. Anyways, i made these extremely embarrassing growls of pain as the ride went swinging up and down from side to side, and Saira was perfectly fine, screaming in delight, but eventually i got used to it and it was a very fun ride. Nick doesn't like rides, like me. So he watched us. Usually, when i get such an extreme feeling of my stomach flipping over, i end up laughing like crazy when it goes away. Like the Splash Mountain log flume in DisneyLand. I cried going up that thing, and laughed for like straight 10 minutes afterwards. Anyways, i chuckled like a little school boy with a cold after the stomach thing was over during the Rainbow. Then, Friday, i documented a nice time that me, Nick, and Colton had when we went. No rides, just games and seeing people we knew. I filmed a couple girls i know, and they screamed in terror of the camera. We also played that shoot-the-star-out game. Nick and Colton got close, i did not at all. I got a corn dog and a cinnamon pretzel. Then, Colton and Nick slept over. I got a tired, grouchy Colton pretty angry when i hit him in the face with a pillow. Then he made us all scrambled eggs in the morning. Yesterday, i went to the Dogwood Parade and saw some interesting things go by, like a Steam Calliope, and a school band. When the fire truck went by with a guy dressed up as a Dalmatian, i yelled, "That's not a real dog!".  I also won two kangaroos in Skiball, again. An orange one named Forrest, and a purple one named Isaac. I gave Isaac to Saira last night. She likes purple. And i like peanut butter sandwiches, cheez-its, and the Wild Beasts. Who doesn't like mini-golf? Saira?

Blogs From Italy.

"Postcards From Italy" by Beirut is an awesome song. My brother saw a band called Ok Go in concert on Monday. I never liked their music, but they are some creative fellows. My brother showed me videos of them doing some amazing things on stage. They had jackets with bright white lights on the back that spelled OK GO when they stood together. They also had fuzzy white guitars that were outlined with neon colors and shot lasers out of the end. They also performed one song with just their vocals and this table of bells. And apparently my brother made the whole crowd laugh by yelling "JOIN US!" when the singer began joking about how filthy the Philadelphian people are. Their creativity inspired me and my brother. He came home last night, primarily to hang out with his buddies in Phoenixville late at night, after giving me a vicious beating for eating all of his Acme brownies. I guess Acme fell down, because he sure did smack me. Saira straightened my yesterday, against my will. I was given the chance to go to a Phillies game yesterday with Nicholas, but i didn't. If i did, Saira would've had to leave my house at 6:00. She begged and begged for me not to go so she could stay until around 9:00. Nick called me up around 5:00, telling me his dad invited someone else to receive the extra ticket. I was happy and disappointed. Happy, because i wouldn't have to make a decision. Disappointed, because it would've been fun. But i sortof milked Saira's begging for monetary gain. I told her i was still going and she would have to say really nice things about me for me not to go. She did say some nice things. Then i told her i wasn't going. Oh, what a reaction. She was smiling with, i guess, happiness and embarrassment. I just mowed the front lawn for the first time on my own. It was easy, and i just blasted my iPod over the lawnmower's high pitched growl. I did a sloppy job, though. I have to finish a huge project today that is due tomorrow. I guess i didn't fully understand the YEAR-LONG concept of the darn thing.

They Blog.

I have begun naming all of my recent blogs after Wild Beasts songs. (This one was named after a song, but i had a better, more suitable idea). I guess that means i like them. And i do. I can't wait for that $25 dollar iTunes gift card to come in the mail so i can get some of their music. It's pretty darn late, and i have stuff to do tomorrow. I am hanging out with many people tomorrow. Primarily, Saira. The movie, "They Live"  is on. Those aliens are creepy looking. It's a funny, cool movie. I got a hairTRIM today, not a full-on chop-off-fest. Hyphens are very important in a grammatical sense. Anyways, it hardly looks any different, just smaller. The lady washed my hair with like 14 different conditioners, and I nearly fainted when i saw myself with all my hair wetted back behind my head. I said, "Oh my lord". I have been wearing my skinny jeans again, now that i have a belt and they won't get all discumbobulated. My dad, of course, dislikes the trim. I have had many different opinions on it. Nick had two different opinions: one to get it cut all the way because i look feminine, and two not to get it cut because my hair looked dumb short. Saira was bent on one opinion: SHORT. Kim had another opinion that i personally enjoied hearing: Just a small trim. I got a small trim, but it's still pretty long. Tonight, i raided my own bedroom for around 2 dollars so i could pay for a Vitamin Water. At that time, i was experiencing Indigestion, a headache, heartburn, and every other annoying physical problem you can think of. I complained and complained until my mother agreed to take me real quick to the Sunoco Gas Station at 12:00 Midnight. Some far-from-American man worked there, and as I paid for my drink, we spoke little. He spoke little because he knew few English words. I spoke little because i'm a nervous wreck and always have been.

His Blogging Skull.

My mom bought Mountain Dew instead of Dr. Pepper this time. This is alright, but this means more bathroom breaks. I critically need to work on my year-long Phoenixville History project. It's due very soon. It's a nice day out, today. Me and Nick walked my dog up around the Middle School track and back. We saw kids we knew running track. An ignorant, female peer of mine said, "That's an ugly dog." and Nick said, "You're an ugly dog!". Haha. We also saw Kim there, wearing Zebra shorts. Last Friday, i went to Saira's friend Kayla's house. She's much more of a preppy girl than i am used to. She has a large, secluded house surrounded by woods around Kim's area. A fellow 8th grader Mackenzie, Saira, Colton, and I all went to her house. It was fun. They have a system of golf carts to travel around their small neighborhood. Convenience at it's finest. We spent a great deal of time on their trampoline. Then, we sat around their backyard fire, and watched as a neighbor of Kayla's(who happened to be a kid from my grade who i never talk to) rode up with his golf cart through the pitch black perimeter of the yard to us, shining his headlights brightly. Very nice/funny guy. Colton likes Kayla. I like Saira. Saira likes me. Fire likes wood. I hate Kayla's taste in music. Then, we all watched half of Lovely Bones in their finished basement. Oh, i failed to mention that Ryan(golf cart dude) and Colton had left before watching the movie. A good night. I got home at 11 PM, but my nutcase mom , my dad and I all went to Applebee's still. I am an anglophile.

The Devil's Blog.

My brother has introduced me to a new band. Their name is Wild Beasts. He showed me a particular song, "The Devil's Crayon". The singer sings in falsetto 99% of the time, and that makes them very unique. Since i pay a lot of attention to the singing in music, this definitely catches my eye. The song is rumoured to symbolize the singer's homosexuality, but i'd like to think otherwise. Otherwise, being that it's a very creative, catchy, and just plain awesome song. The music video is bloody amazing, which i will post below. Anyways, BIG Cheez-Its and Dr. Pepper have become regulars for me now. I also have been hanging out with Nicholas Alexander Yatsko nearly every day. We are adventurers. Don't get me wrong, me and my brother are still amazing adventurer brothers. But Nick and I are the same age, and Nick lives here, and there lies an advantage. Saira is grounded for her bad grades, if that wasn't previously mentioned. She can only walk home with me once a school-week and hang out with me one weekend-day. I'm enjoying my RAINY Sunday, aren't you? Usually SUNdays are always sunny. I am getting a haircut today. Oh, joy. Don't get too excited, it's just a trim. And Nick is coming to watch. Am i supposed to be embarrassed by that? Anyways, here you go.

Come Blog With Me.

There's this band called British Sea Power. I like 2 of their songs. They are a pretty simple, independent punk rock band. But, their latest release was written as a soundtrack to an old documentary from 1934 about people on the Aran Islands. And there is this one mostly instrumental, creepy song called "Come Wander With Me", hence my blog title. And it's pretty darn good. So that makes three songs i like of their's. I am eating potato skins. I added blocks of colby jack cheese to them too, which is awesome. I am going on a bike ride with Nick YET AGAIN today. It's fairly common for me and Nick to do that now. I like that 'Runaway Train' song by Soul Asylum. Last Saturday, four days ago, Nick came over and slept over. In the daytime, we rode against the very rough winds that we were getting that day. Cherry blossom petals were flying everywhere, and there was black and white clouds, creating a very mood about the atmosphere. :::{[This time is when i saved the blog draft, hung out with Nick, and came back]}:::: Anyways, i just got back from hanging out with Nick. It was cool. It was a hot day. We stopped by the school and came upon the track runners after their track meet in Boyertown and we saw Kim, a mutual friend. My mom got me this super-sized Cheez-Its. They are amazing. Nick put this foam nerf basketball on the tip of a drum stick and flung it right at me. I was laying on my bed, and the ball went straight at my soda. The thing started combusting and spilled everywhere, but it was funny, because he was across the room. My house is covered with tennis and lacrosse balls because yesterday, Me, my brother, Leedom(brother's friend), Nick, and Colton were at the high school fields collecting them, and doing random activities with them. My dog is enjoying it. My Uncle is taking back the lent guitar tonight. He's giving me back my fixed one, which i have not missed much, his is cooler. Yep, that's all for today.

An Insult To The Blog.

What a day. Not really, it actually was a quite neutral day. This has been PSSA week. All i can taste is soft pretzels and cheap water. All i can THINK is to cite examples from the text. I am stocked in the fridge with Vitamin Water. I was mass-consuming them, so my mom overstocked with like 15 of them for a dollar each. But i needed something different, so i bribed my mom to get me a Mountain Dew at Dunkin' Donutes where she gets her Iced Tea every day. Unfortunately, they didn't have any, so she got me a Pepsi. Very disappointing. My brother is supposed to be coming over tonight shortly, which is always nice. Me and Nick's bike ride today was sortof different. We met up with a kid from my school and played some sports and played with his Golden Retriever, Cooper. I need to rewrite lyrics for the "Imagine" song concerning my Bucket List for Language Arts. My dad won a $25 dollar iTunes gift card today, and is letting me have it, on the condition that i send the confirmation letter back myself. I'm up for it. I firmly believe that the moods you are in have to due with health. Like eating healthy can make you feel comfortable physically, which makes you at ease. Anyways...Yeah.

This Blog Is Haunted.

Good new song: "This Place Is Haunted" by Devotchka. Beautiful. I'm now giving this band a second chance. It's raining the slightest bit. I am in a happy/sad mood today. I went on another bike ride today. Me and Nick are running out of places to go, so we repeated riding through a neighborhood. We saw an abandoned building on Monday near the new high bridge, in the field leading to the Steel Mill. It had this ginormous wooden cross outside. I went inside. Nick didn't, he was afraid. It was really cool, you could see sunlight from the holes in the ceiling pouring in, and there was many half-boarded windows. On one side, there was just walls of graffiti, the other side was a dropoff into a big, lower downstairs room. There was no way to get down there from the other side, besides jumping. It was all collapsed and there were big pipes and machines. Crazy stuff. I just ate a full spaghetti dinner in 11 minutes. I destroyed two pieces of garlic bread. I'm not sure what to write now..have i ever told you about The Sasquatch Gang? It's a wonderful indie comedy about nerds who think they find Sasquatch tracks. It is hilarious, and i have spread the hype around my group of friends. A producer of Napoleon Dynamite made it. My Uncle Tom liked it a lot, apparently. Spiders have invaded my house. I don't blame them, the heat is insane. No, i DO blame them! I can spot like 8 right now, scattered across my house! Goodness Gracious! PSSA's start tomorrow. Goodnight Moon.

Easter Blog Hunt.

I had a nice Easter. How about you? I got a $15 iTunes gift card, some headphones, a big Dove dark chocolate bunny, and some Lindt Dark Chocolate Truffles, among other chocolate treats. I went to a nice lunch at my Aunt Sue's, and briefly visited my Aunt Jane. I bought some awesome music. To list the bands who supplied the music: DeVotchKa, The Killers, Sunset Rubdown, Grizzly Bear...uhhh...i forget the others. I'm happy, despite all this homework to wake me up from Spring Break. I went on a bike ride with Nick Yatsko today like i've been weekly recently. We went around downtown Phoenixville. Fun stuff. Stopped by Jew-Or-Ski's. I played a Ukulele and a cute little Toy Piano. I have been drinking way too much Dr. Pepper. I love my friends. There is a limited amount, but i love them, nonetheless. You really need close friends and family in this life. If you don't have that, then you've only got yourself. And judging by the self-esteem of this generation, that isn't much to live with.  I love my iPod right now. It is playing the happiest music. Or maybe i'm just happy, and the music is my happiness's catalyst. I feel like i'm wasting time, i need to write book reviews. Saira has not called me yet tonight. Her mom has probably stolen the phone. I did my math homework early tonight. That's always a good feeling. Some kid found a squeaky toy ball today in Gym class, on the tennis court. He squeaked it right in my ear in the locker room and i went deaf for like 5 seconds. My backyard smells, looks, and sounds like a swamp tonight. I had a nice Spring Break, hanging out with Saira for the majority of it. You know, i like a choice few rap songs. CHOICE FEW. Uhhh...it was me and Saira's Two-month anniversary on March 31st. Does anyone care? Didn't think so. Goodnight.

Cold Wind Blogging.

It's been rainy muck in my general area for two days now, and it isn't so bad. It's nice to see something fall from the sky that isn't frozen and can't accumulate to the point where you can't walk on the ground. Not that rain can't do that, though, my back and front yard have been flooded. And it has been as windy as a tornado, and i love wind. There's one bite left of my ice cream, and i'm regretting even getting some. Cookies and Cream is good, but you can get really sick of it really fast. And NO, i did NOT have this for breakfast. I had disgusting leftover tomato pie that my mom brought home from the St. Patty's Day last night, only made slightly better by a Dr. Pepper. Yes, more Dr. Pepper. I'm attempting to learn new songs on my guitar to keep me occupied on the darned thing, and to avoid annoying myself with trying to create stupid melodies i think up. 30 Days Of Night is a cool movie. And it's the only movie i have heard of that can scare Saira in the slightest bit at one scene. My ice cream is melting. I am looking forward to my brother coming home tonight, as always. I love remembering old bands you used to listen to and listening to them again. Sometimes that doesn't work and you wonder why you even liked them in the first place. Futurama is on! Awesome show. My refrigerator is leaking very badly. My mom is in her daily slumber. No one else is home, besides me and my dog. My brother just called, he was on break from work. Bored?

Because I Like Blogs More Than Telephones.

I felt i needed to blog tonight, as I haven't written a cursed word on this account since March third. I am listening to old, unknown songs by Arcade Fire. It is great stuff. Colton skipped school today(which wasn't easy, seeing as how his mom was furious about it), but still somehow managed to show up after school as i was exiting the school lobby to walk home with me. We hung out for a while, and promised a pleading mutual friend, Kim, that we would be at her Spring Spectacular play. Instead of this actually happening, his dad gave him a ring about a half an hour before the play to pick him up. So, my condolensces to Kim. My headphones were fried by a toxic cranberry-grape juice spill, so i have to wear these ear-cancer-inducing earphones of my sister's. (I don't think she has even noticed it yet, though.) I am going over Saira's house tomorrow, where Seth-dude(her mom's "FRIEND") will also be visiting. And, i am not sure of it yet, but i am gathering that her Aunt and Cousin will be there, since they were visiting tonight and had dinner with them. What an experience that would be for me, eh? It's funny how i have a firm belief, at first, that i have nothing to blog about, and then as i start writing, i remember all this amazing(really useless and dull) information about the recent happenings in my life. My Uncle Tom is visiting later this month, which is always cool. My dad is evidently becoming more deaf every day. I was very upset with the Oscars. I believe Fantastic Mr. Fox should have won every award possible. So there. Who cares about soldiers, teenage pregnancies, old men dating young women or blue cat people? This generation deserves some more childhood memories of purely fictional stories projected into motion picture presentations! Fantastic Mr. Fox was fantastic, funny, had a beautiful soundtrack, was beautiful itself with all of its stop-motion junk. Awesome. And only two nominations. And i forget what they were..............Anyways, i saw Shutter Island with Saira and her mom+friend last weekend. It was pretty cool. At first, you just wonder what the next clue is, and then it just gets REALLY confusing. And at the end, there's a twist that brings it all together and you're all like, "HEH?". I was just told to shut up my singing by my dad. By going to Saira's tomorrow, i will be skipping a second St. Patrick's Day party(the first one was at my Grandma's last weekend. And i took Saira to it.), but who needs two parties for a pointless holiday anyways? I mean, i am partly Irish, but there's no need to celebrate it. And dag-gone-it, i don't have red hair, thank goodness! What a wonderous day of rain we had today. All the days of this school week seemed to melt together into one long period of attending that terribly dull Science class, only seperated by the short portions of slumber i am given at night. Goss Vuh Don Ya. A Veeva Dare Chee.

Forks and Blogs.

So, i discovered a cool new band, named after a place in France. They are called Beirut(bay-root) and they have European-style, theatrical, accordion-filled music. Despite their strange style, they have a modern, indie way to their music that makes me like it. My favorite song by them is Forks And Knives, hence the blog title. Have you ever had Crackerfuls by Ritz? It's two long crackers, with cheddar cheese in the middle. Like an ice-cream sandwich, but with crackers and cheese. They sound like healthy, old-people food, but they are awesome. I've come to realize that I love Dr. Pepper. It's my brother's favorite, too, but i have never liked it this much. It's usually Coke or Mountain Dew(is this against copyright laws to say those in a blog?), but i think i've gone into a Dr. Pepper phase like Forrest Gump. I stayed home from school today for no particular reason. I wasn't even that tired(my brain was, but my eyes weren't), just the idea of not going to school excited me. I'm not sure why my mom let me stay home. It was probably because i went to bed at 2 AM last night, like it's been for a while now. I feel kind of cool, because i'm pretty sure no one else can go survive school if they stayed up that late every day. I can't help it, i have my mom's sleeping habits.  She's nocturnal now. Wednesday is the best day to have off. Because you have two days of school, a day off, then another two, then a weekend. Good deal. Someone stole my Gym uniform, now i have some old, wrinkled, way-too-short uniform i have to wear. I guess i'll have to pay for a new one. So, it's basically a weekly plan for Saira to walk home with me sometime in the week. Which is cool. I know this is completely useless information, for pretty much ANYONE reading this blog, but my friend Colton has a girlfriend now. He likes to brag about it, and tries to give me horrible advice. My sister also has a new boyfriend. He's a nice, smiley guy, named Drew. He gave her $150 for her birthday. Oh, and a card. Come to think of it, pretty much everyone i know has a boyfriend/girlfriend now. Well, my brother doesn't. There's this girl who likes him, but he doesn't like her. And he lives alone in the city with a bunch of gay guys, what is he going to do? I don't want to get a hair cut, i fear that it'll look stupid, because it always does. But there are many reasons that i should. One, being that it looks poofy, almost like an afro. (I'm looking around the room for writing ideas now). I looked in the microwave for a cheese grater yesterday when Saira walked home with me and we wanted nachos. Thing is, we were trying to grate cheese slices, which, as you can probably imagine, didn't work. (Dr. Pepper-induced bathroom break). I just got another Dr. Pepper. I usually close my mom's door before i start singing like an asthmatic, pubescent, horse. Umm...that's all i have to say 'bout that.

Heart Cooks Blog.

I had kind of a seemingly short-lived weekend. I woke up Saturday morning with a Medusa-esque afro atop my head due to moisture in my hair folicles and lots of tossing and turning in my bed. This made me slightly glad that Saira post-poned me going over her lovely abode. So, instead, i waited there all day for nothing. Eventually, my friend Anthony invited me to invite him to come over that night and sleep over. I told him this would damage the schedule for arriving at Saira's house, but he said he would leave early. I woke up in the middle of the night with an alien trying to come out of chest. Luckily, my mom gave me some medicine and the alien settled down. (No, i'm NOT going to explain that metaphor to you.) So Anthony left a little late in the morning because we both went to bed at around 2 AM. This, however, did not affect my plans with Saira. She was still getting ready when Anthony left. So, i went over, and i watched the whole Saw movie for the first time. Pretty good. Mysterious and stuff. Oh c'mon! Tell me you've never wanted to see cut his own foot off! And it's Wesley from The Princess Bride!  Had a nice day over at Saira's. My brother came home and is still being a bum, not going anywhere, telling himself to do his homework. I have quite a bit of homework, too. Saira's walking home from school with me again tomorrow. How fun. Oh, the agony.

Night On The Blog.

So, it is, in fact, 2:43 in the morning. And i am STILL awake. Reason being, i had a mountain dew and a Java Chip Frappucino ice cream just a little bit ago. I also had grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner at around 11:30 PM. Also, i have off for the next four days, so who cares? It's technically Valentine's Day right now. And i'm not going to say another word about it. Okay, i am. I do, indeed, have a Valentine. HOWEVER (comma), she has been grounded a bajillion times in the past week(twice), and cannot even speak to me on the phone today. Bad grades, and an argument. Hey, we're fourteen-year-olds, that's what we do. I need not dwelve into detail on the subject. I had three dreams today. I woke up in the middle of the night at around 2:30-3:00 AM last night, thirstier than a fish in the Sahara. My mother, being nocturnal, was still awake, and greeted my drowsy apparition with an appropriately motherly look. I took the last swig of cranberry-grape juice, and went off to sleep. I woke up AGAIN at around 8 AM, and reported to my mother a very silly dream. It had something to do with my family performing a sitcom and making fun of how pretzel sticks are served everywhere, schools, and offices. Anyways, after realizing that it was the dumbest dream i have ever had, and it really wasn't worth reporting to my mother, i went back to my bed. I have come to realize my dreams happen most frequently when i sleep for short periods of time. Perhaps when i sleep overnight, i am too tired to think, due to my terrible sleeping habits. Anyways, i then have ANOTHER dream. Having talked to Saira the day before about hanging out at my house, it was inspired by that. She was over my house, on a grey, mucky Winter day(much like today). I went in my room to get something, and i ended up doing a whole bunch of stuff in there. I changed my clothes, talked to my brother, had a family gathering, played board games, went to a market somewhere on a far-away highway with my Uncle Tom, went on a subway, and came back. I sat down next to Saira, now laying cozily in a blanket on my couch. I smiled at her as if i had been there the whole time, and she grabbed my dog and told her, "Yesh, mommy's upset." And i'm pretty sure that was it. I was glad when i woke up, released of the firm belief that i had ruined my friendship. I sprung from my bed once more, and it was brighter out this time. It was 12 AM. And yes, my mom was still awake. Well, she was cleaning all morning, and when she cleans, SHE CLEANS FOREVER. Anyways, she was just sitting there, somberly, with a magazine in hand, glasses on, hair wet from a shower. She always seemed so much more serious after her showers...or she was just exhausted. I walked through my hall way, announcing myself with, "And here is Luke Wilson, reporting another dream." She sighed. I laughed, and went on to explain my nightmare. I guess you can consider it a nightmare. It sure as heck wasn't a happy dream. I played video games all day today. One game in particular, one i hadn't played in years. My brother stayed home from Sunday night until Friday morning this week because of the snow, it was wonderful. And he's coming back tomorrow night. How fun. So, i am supposed to hang out with Saira Wednesday morning, when her grounding is relieved. It seriously has taken me 40 minutes to come up with a decent title for this blog...you better like the finished product.

Sad, Sappy, Blogger.

I stayed home from school today. Reason being, my mom woke me up, and i couldn't talk. She repeated herself, "Luke, are you going to get up?". All i responded with was, "I..tire..", which means 'I'm Tired' in half-asleep dialect. I tried to explain to her that nothing important was going on in school today through slurred, hardly understandable speech. You know, i try to relate the  culture references in the titles of my blogs to the actual subjects of my writing, but sometimes the topics can be so random and shifty, that you can't really describe it. So i just go with what sounds cool at the moment. Whenever i don't go to school, i wait until around 2:40 PM, until my friend Nick usually passes by, on his walk home from school. I might say hi, or wave, or just marvel at the fact that he can't see me, but i can see him. I guess i'm just creepy. A creepy, lonely stalker. But hey, aren't we all? I like when they use classical instruments in modern indie rock songs. Organ, accordion, violins and other string instruments, banjos...Well, banjos are hardly classical, but they're different. I love that music. Arcade Fire has a lot of classical instruments. They rock. Listen to the Super Bowl charity commercials for Haiti for one of their songs. Or just listen to this song - - - > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jq6M4PWKvq4

The Blog That Ate Itself.

I am listening to an album called "The Fruit That Ate Itself", hence the title. Hence. I love that word. Hence, hence, hence. Today, i gave my shirt to Saira to wear at her request. Apparently my shirts have some wonderous aroma about them. Anyways, i watch this dude's video blog every day on Youtube. He uploads one video every day of the day before and what he filmed from it. He's a bearded man, with three kids, and one on the way. He's really funny, and my friend Anthony watches him too. Uh, i'm not quite sure what to write now. I guess the blog really fits the title-----..........

Shut Up, I Am Blogging.

My beautiful mother is vaccuming. I try and try so hard to enjoi music through these big, cheap-o headphones, but the joyful music is still accompanied by the irritating scream of the darn thing, sucking dirt. Sounds like a terrible job, sucking dirt. If i was any household appliance, i'd be a telephone. I'd never get lonely. So, my friend Nick got a facebook. One more poor, lonely soul sucked into the world of the facebook addiction. So, i am currently in my third relationship. Schedule an appointment with Mr. Wilson if you really feel like getting the details. I don't feel like waiting for all these albums from my favorite bands to come out this Spring. I'm looking forward to the warmth of the season, and the warmth of my heart whilst listening to the beautiful new ditties my favorite artists have conjured up. I tried indenting this blog to follow the proper training i was given throughout my days as a student, but it did not let me. Valentine's Day is coming soon. Big flippin' whoop. I enjoyed that horrid holiday for the first time two years ago, in sixth grade, for a brief span of time. Now i am on the line between the side that says i'm terrified of the holiday and wish it wouldn't happen, and the other side that says i don't give a crap about the holiday and wish to ignore it. It depends. Depends, depends, depends. Diapers. No, you cannot be my Valentine. Despite my despising of the holiday, the word Valentine is cool. I'm planning on renting Big Top Pee Wee with my sister and watching it tonight. I've never seen it in my life, and she hasn't seen it in forever, so there. In the spirit of things, i was browsing the YouTube for videos of Pee Wee appearances on television and other weird things about him. He's hilarious, in my opinion. I can never truly and fully share all my thoughts with anyone directly. It would kill them with boredom. I can try and share them with close family members, but still, some thoughts are just too much information, unnecessary, and no one really cares. So, i either just think about them to myself all day, or cram them into a blog. Some people are really sick in the mind. Or stupid. Why can't anything in this modern world be innocent? Good? Not bad? For Peter's Sake. I want to make cookies now. Listen to the Dodos.

Mother, Make Me Blog Again.

I feel sick in the mind.

Blogs For Algernon.

Well, recently in Language Arts class, we read the book, "Flowers For Algernon". It was an alright book, i guess. I just wanted to note that i feel like Charlie, giving progress reports to the doctors after his operation. It's probably because they give a date to the blogs the same way Charlie did in the book to these progress reports. But i guess, in a way, i'm giving people insight on how i am developing mentally. Haha. Anyways, on with your lives.