Feeling pretty shitty right now, so dont expect this to be the happiest post ever. Today i had my interview at pds, yesterday was hun. My dad seems to like hun a lot better but from what ive seen i like pds a lot more, they seem a lot less atheletically involved. anyways if i can i would rather not go to either. but my lack of motivation isnt helping get my grades up.
Thats all for later, right now is gym. As many of you in my gym class may know we are blessed to have one of the best group of kids in our class. This does not mean we are without people i hate. oh no, though most are in a different grade one in particular in our grade makes me want to jump in front of a truck. His name must be withheld to keep from creating a enourmoustool.com fiasco. I can tell you this, hes a metro souless rodent. Ok first of all its bad enough that hes in homeroom with me, he actually pops his collar. yes you heard correct, step 1. wear a shirt that has been linked with wasps for the past like 20 years. step 2. adjust you shirt to the newest MTV fad. step 3. show up on this blog.
thats your 3 step system for getting hated. Now i can stand bad style, i mean if you havent noticed i have an afro and all my pants are about 3 sizes too small and usually are mistaken for high waters. So i cant only base all my hatred on fashion. what i can hate a person for is their personality, or in this case, lack there of. This kid has never once shown any emotion other than partial irritation. His voice is monotone and i doubt his parents are still sane because after hearing my son speak without changing pitch for the last 16 years of his life i wouldnt feel like doing much other than ripping his pitchless voice box out of his scrawny little throat. Pitch isnt everything, i mean look at steven hawking, i would die for a chance to sit down and talk for an hour with him and his voice sounds like a depressed russian robot, but the factor that distinguishes steven hawkings monotone voice and the voice of this brat is that what comes out of steven hawkings mouth are some of the most profound and intillectually arranged words that have been spoken in years compared to the useless lard of a language that seems to seep out from the corners of "this kids" lips. Not once have i ever heard this kid contribute something at all productive to the conversation at hand. But worry not, as i had said earlier gym is one of the few classes i cannot wait for, be it the wild idiotic yet irresistably funny jokes that john naylor whispers under his breath about one of us every half minute, or one of lucas' amazing drive from one goal to the other passing it to naylor as he easily whips it around his back and into the goal, or one of kyle wlashes insanely powerfull serves in our exetreme volleyball matches, or evans extensive knowledge of thelonelyisland.com lyrics. Between the dodge ball, kissables (now extinct from our school), and johns homosexually condesending insults this class will most definatly go down in my book as one of the greatest gym classes of my high school career. The feeling you get from walking in and saying something like, "did anybody see chappeles show last night?" just knowing john will respond "Faaaaaggoot" or "hooooomooo" or "ooooo im (insert name of conversation started) i like men" which maigcally never ever get old. While this class is quite possibly the best i can think of its not all perfect. Along with the brat form the beginning from this post there are a few upperclass men id like to punch, but due to school rules and my weeks of basement copmuter days my arms have turned into meres sticks, and any socially accepted punch would be pretty innefective. So theres not much to do when the upper classmen cheat in dodgeball. But the biggest hitng i hate baout playing with them is they whine baout when u sneak up form behind after being freed from jail but have no regrets when pounding garo with a relentless barrage of yellow foam balls hurtling at an average of 200 mph. But the owrst is when we have a serious intesne match and the upperclassmen cheat by all just doing a "jail break" right before their team loses. And the owrst is how the teachers dont od anyhting about it even when their on our team. Oh well, still a great class and i dont feel like talking much more tonight so im gonna wrap it up cuz i know some people wanna new post. ill hopefully post science tmrw and then im oging skiing over the weekend so posts will resume monday.
Nick
Thats all for later, right now is gym. As many of you in my gym class may know we are blessed to have one of the best group of kids in our class. This does not mean we are without people i hate. oh no, though most are in a different grade one in particular in our grade makes me want to jump in front of a truck. His name must be withheld to keep from creating a enourmoustool.com fiasco. I can tell you this, hes a metro souless rodent. Ok first of all its bad enough that hes in homeroom with me, he actually pops his collar. yes you heard correct, step 1. wear a shirt that has been linked with wasps for the past like 20 years. step 2. adjust you shirt to the newest MTV fad. step 3. show up on this blog.
thats your 3 step system for getting hated. Now i can stand bad style, i mean if you havent noticed i have an afro and all my pants are about 3 sizes too small and usually are mistaken for high waters. So i cant only base all my hatred on fashion. what i can hate a person for is their personality, or in this case, lack there of. This kid has never once shown any emotion other than partial irritation. His voice is monotone and i doubt his parents are still sane because after hearing my son speak without changing pitch for the last 16 years of his life i wouldnt feel like doing much other than ripping his pitchless voice box out of his scrawny little throat. Pitch isnt everything, i mean look at steven hawking, i would die for a chance to sit down and talk for an hour with him and his voice sounds like a depressed russian robot, but the factor that distinguishes steven hawkings monotone voice and the voice of this brat is that what comes out of steven hawkings mouth are some of the most profound and intillectually arranged words that have been spoken in years compared to the useless lard of a language that seems to seep out from the corners of "this kids" lips. Not once have i ever heard this kid contribute something at all productive to the conversation at hand. But worry not, as i had said earlier gym is one of the few classes i cannot wait for, be it the wild idiotic yet irresistably funny jokes that john naylor whispers under his breath about one of us every half minute, or one of lucas' amazing drive from one goal to the other passing it to naylor as he easily whips it around his back and into the goal, or one of kyle wlashes insanely powerfull serves in our exetreme volleyball matches, or evans extensive knowledge of thelonelyisland.com lyrics. Between the dodge ball, kissables (now extinct from our school), and johns homosexually condesending insults this class will most definatly go down in my book as one of the greatest gym classes of my high school career. The feeling you get from walking in and saying something like, "did anybody see chappeles show last night?" just knowing john will respond "Faaaaaggoot" or "hooooomooo" or "ooooo im (insert name of conversation started) i like men" which maigcally never ever get old. While this class is quite possibly the best i can think of its not all perfect. Along with the brat form the beginning from this post there are a few upperclass men id like to punch, but due to school rules and my weeks of basement copmuter days my arms have turned into meres sticks, and any socially accepted punch would be pretty innefective. So theres not much to do when the upper classmen cheat in dodgeball. But the biggest hitng i hate baout playing with them is they whine baout when u sneak up form behind after being freed from jail but have no regrets when pounding garo with a relentless barrage of yellow foam balls hurtling at an average of 200 mph. But the owrst is when we have a serious intesne match and the upperclassmen cheat by all just doing a "jail break" right before their team loses. And the owrst is how the teachers dont od anyhting about it even when their on our team. Oh well, still a great class and i dont feel like talking much more tonight so im gonna wrap it up cuz i know some people wanna new post. ill hopefully post science tmrw and then im oging skiing over the weekend so posts will resume monday.
Nick
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