Shacks and Cottages.

So today my sister and I had a conversation that went much deeper and much longer than most people would care to carry on because of such a silly topic. What was this topic exactly? Well it was spurred by one question. Would you rather have a Beach Shack or a Mountain Cottage?

You want a beach shack huh? Well did you consider the insane mess the sand would make, as well as the danger of tsunami's and hurricanes? This could wipe your beach shack completely away so you will have to make major repairs every few years. Best not to put too much money into that shack. It also smells funny near beaches sometimes. Man do I HATE unpleasant scents.

I argue that a mountain cottage is greatly superior. Who doesn't love the smell of evergreens around your cottage. I have to consider that it has to be more sturdy than a beach shack though because it has to support snow fall every year. Snowfall also makes it much less accessible, and that can cause major problems with repairs as well.

Solution: Buy a cabin in the woods next to a beach.

Old Friends

So seriously, old friends are the best. Who better to talk to when you don't know who to turn to and you want something confidential. Most of my old friends . . . . all of my old friends aren't an every day part of my life right now so i know they can't spill any secrets of mine, not to mention you know you can trust them 100%. why else would they be your friend?

It can also be so refreshing to just catch up with them. It gets your mind off the sorrows of the day. If you have a friend you haven't spoken to in a while that you were close to once and you've just kinda read their facebook status here and there then you should talk to them soon and see how they are doing. It is great.

Also, try to get close enough to a current common friend that you trust and maybe they will in the future become another great old friend. boo ya

Forever

Forever ago was about the last time that I even looked at this blog. Talk about a fail. I'm in college now and I do believe the last time I posted was my Junior year in high school so what. . .3 maybe 4 years ago. Sad. Anyway I think I might start this blog back up. ya, I know, we'll see how long that lasts. I'll definitely need it for my mission and hey why not just use it in the time I have till that point. Well this is to a fresh start.

Calc Nonsense!

If you are ever in a calculus class you have to use the right language. Believe me it makes it much more fun!

When you think something awkward is happening there are a few things you can do. Don't just yell AWWWKWARRRRRRDDDDDD! you need to do it the calc way. 1. you can say it backwards : DRAWKWA! or 2. you put fresh at the end... "hey that's awkward fresh" or 3. both backwards with fresh!!!

If you ever prove someone wrong because you are a fricken evil genious and you want to throw it in their face you yell TRUTH BOMB!

If you don't know what someone asked you but you want to act like you were listening reply with .. "what?? Rubbery Bacon??"
If you find yourself knowing the correct answer but don't know how you got it and someone asks you how you got it just say that pharoh called upon the gods of pythagoras to change it and in a twinkle of a ferris wheel the answer came to be.
Follow these rules and calculus rocks!

Update on My Life

I love life.

Right now everything is perfectly kipper. Why I use the word kipper so much lately I know not why. I get to play lacrosse games every Saturday and longboard when ever I have the free time. Every day something bad still happens but it never seems to bring me down. Life is good.

We had to write a blues song in English... This was mine.

The Hatin’ Blues

Being hated is not a funny thing

It doesn’t really want to make you sing

To be hated by the right person ain’t so bad

At least I ain’t hated so bad by my dad

He was my best friend now he is more trouble than two

All he wants to do is throw me a piece of poo

I’ll tell you why he hates me so much in this little rhyme

He got with my girl so I broke up their “you’re mine”

Now he walks down the street alone as alone can be

It isn’t a wonder why he really hates me

Everyday he says he will commit suicide

He keeps on walking, guess he couldn’t find the time and lied

Chorus:

Cause he hates me… It’s his little rule

Yes he hates me… for stealing back my jewel

He hates me… Well life ain’t fair

I hope he don’t come at me with a folding chair!

:) hehehe

When I am old

I wrote this in my English 11 Honors class with Mrs. Grant. We just filled in the blanks on a worksheet and my turned out like this. Pretty funny so i thought i would post it.

When I am an old geezer I shall sit on my porch with a gun that squirts water and spray down the children and I shall act like I created the world and command people, and say they are wrong and I am right and I shall go to the movies when I am tired and make noise with my loud snoring and get my record marked and make up for the bordeom of my youth. I shall go to the mall and cause chaos in other peoples lives and sing annoying songs but maybe I ought to practice a little now? So that people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when sudddenly I am old, and startto speak my lost mind.