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.