Saturday, January 22, 2011

I'm only writing a blog because.....

(Note to Adeena; I figured it was lego, but when I wrote it like that spell check was all "NO!! NO!! DEEAAATTH!" and so I wrote it the other way. That showed up "NO!! NO!! DEEAAATTH!" too, but I was like "WhatEVEEER.")


So, now that my word size is back to normal, I'll write.

Rather, I'll type. In an English accent.

..wot wot?

So old beans, I'm only writing a jolly old blog because when I asked Mom if I could go on her ol' comp she asked "To write a blog?"
I answer yes.

But, my good friends, that was not the original purpose of going on, Wot?

I was going to read other people's jolly old blogs and if someone didn't write a jolly old blog I would think about how jolly the were not.

Jolly jolly.

That's enough of me as an Englishman.

Wot wot?


I had to write a blog because mom would want to read my blog and if the purpose of going on the computer was to write a blog but then there was no blog she would have found out that my first intention was not to write a blog but to read other people's blogs thus making me a liar.

Which... I guess I am since I said yes in the first place.

So I guess the final question is..

Am I insane?

Why yes, yes I am.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Random post time!

My blog hates me.

At least that's what I gathered from when it came into my bed at night when I was sleeping with a gigantic book in it's hand and said, "I HATE you!!"

But of course I could be wrong.

On a different note;
don't you hate it when you don't want to know something but then you have to find out if it's really there?

That happened to me recently.

Stupid imagination.

I was in my room, leaning on my bed, and I happened to glance over at our leggo bucket.

It hadn't been opened in a while. And I began thinking.

"Man that's dusty. Hum. I wonder if any bugs where able to squeeze through the lid to make a nest in the leggo. I want to play with leggo- wait....w-what if.. there's a spider in there? And when I open the lid, it'll jump on my hand!!"

I imagined everything. And of course the tingle went up my spine. I just stared at the bucket.

"Oooooh... is there one in there?? Waiting..."

I actually reached out to grab the handle.
I picked it up so I could hand it to Elena and-

It slipped from my hand and fell.

I screamed and, I must say, nearly bolted away from my room.

But, there was no spider.

Elena was laughing at me because I screamed.

We caught it all on camera (which was deleted) and I've never seen my face when I scream before. (Shocker!!) I looked hilarious.


If you haven't figured it out yet I was born with the "holy-crud-is-that-a-spider-get-it-away-from-me-before-I-kill-you" gene.


Before I go, I have one more thing to say.

"Hey quarter back, how's about you and me?"

"How's about you git some brains?"


She gone!