Goodbye...

Hey, everybody. This is my last day in Major, and I just have to let you guys know some stuff.

First and Foremost: Everybody here at Major School is so special and talented! You guys are all very special to me. You are all individuals to me and I really am sad to leave.

Second and ... Secondmost(???): Don't hesitate to visit me! You can just ask my mom (or me) what our address/phone number is. And don't say you'll visit if you won't. That's just rude.

Well, that's it for now.

BAIIIIE!

Dude...Wait, What?

Ok, something wierd happened to me the other day.

I answered the phone and this girl was screaming into the phone. It went like this.

Girl: "HELLOMYNAMEISSOANDSO, HOWAREYOU!"
Me: "...Um, fine, how are you?"
Girl: "I'MGOODTHANKSYOULIVEINTHEAREAOFMAJOR?"
Me: "Yes, but-"
Girl: "IWORKFORACOMPANY(can't understan this part) WOULDYOULIKETOBUYASUBSCRIPTION?"
Me: Well, we're gonna be moving soon, so we won't be here for long, so no thank you."
Girl: "THANKYOUFORYOURTIME-(beeping, she hung up)"

I stood there for about 30 seconds, staring at the phone, when I remembered I had someone else on the line. Then, after I hung up, I sat there and I said
"What the heck just happened here?"

Spring

Spring has sprung. Ah, spring, the time of year when young men's thoughts turn to whatever.
How does that even go?
Why do I care?

So, I'm sick of my new hair "style" already. It's not interesting or cool. Can't even style it, so technically, it's not a "style", right? I mean, to call it a style implies that it is stylish or stylable. Mine is neither. Well, I had it looking pretty darn rad last week, so it is stylable, I guess, but it needs a buttload of product and it feels grubby afterwards.

I'm so sick of people being jerks. Aren't you? People shouldn't hate other people because of where they're from, what they do, how they live, how they think, or what they think is right.
Sick and tired of it. Jeez.

On a lighter note, this is probably the funniest thing I've seen today.

Hey everybody, check out my fave band: Drowning Ophelia!

Graffiti: Love it or Hate it? Tell me through the comment thing.

School Closure

So, the school might close. I can handle that, it would suck, yeah, but I won't be here regardless.
So...speaking of closure, before I leave I need to figure my stuff out. Like, my friends and where I stand with them, how I can contact them, etc.

I don't want the school to close, no way. But like I said: I won't be here.

Is that mean?

Hello. Sup?

So I'm in Drama. We do a play. It's called Ransom of Emily Jane. I'm a 20 year old guy. Fun.

Also, I get to meet my auntie Candice's boyfriend over Easter break.

SAVE THE SCHOOL!

So we have to design our future in Social. My life ROCKS!

Oh, and I got 5 A's and 5 B's on my report card.

Updates About Yours Truly

Is anyone else like, CRAZY stressed about Science Fair? I'm, like TERRIFIED! I still have to finish my experiment and my board.

Oh, and while you guys are all having a blast at Table Mountain, I'll be working on Science Fair.

My new FAVOURITE song is "Time To Dance" by PAN!C At The Disco. So good..... XD!

I'm pumped for March 7, because I go to the Regional Spelling Bee!

I'm Back

Like the Terminator, I have arrived. But not to kill everyone. Is that what he does? I don't know, I've never really seen any of those movies.
At my school, for gym there is an obstacle course, and tied to the basketball net is a leadder. Under the two is a mat. You have the option to jump or swing from the rope. I swung, today, and I screamed as I swung, "THIS IS SPAAARTAAA!" And it was epic.
Then, I jumped. And...I hurt. I hurt me knee.

Oh, and I want everybody out there to check this out.

He plays Sylar on Heroes, I highly recommend that show.

Why I Love Major School

1. It's small and I know everyone. I have a lot of friends here.
2. It's easy for me to get here.
3. I like the classes and teachers.
4. It has great resources for education.

I'll be sad to leave. I'm moving to Kindersley next year.

Hello.

So....nobody's reading this, are they? I'm just typing to myself? What if I get lonely? I'm already lonely. My blog needs people! Should I give it a theme? Will that attract people? I need FEEDBACK! Comments! Angry emails! I'll even take LETTER BOMBS! (wait, no I won't.)
Leave some theme suggestions in the comment box. I BEG you!

Blah.

Glum.......


So....uh....how is everyone?
Good? Bad? Medium? Hungry?


Lalalalalala......I want to be a singer...if only I had the voice...
Maybe Acting or something.


I decided I want to stop trying to be what I'm not. I am going to be me. I just have to find out who that is. I wonder where to start.

Angels On The Moon

Do you dream , that the world will know your name?
So tell me your name.
(Tell me your name.)
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
(Anything at all.)
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel.
(I wanna feel.)
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive...
To know I'm alive.
(To know I'm alive.)

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know.
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.
Do you believe, in the day that you were born?
Tell me do you believe.
(Do you believe.)
Do you know, that every day's the first of the rest of your life.

Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know.
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.

This is to one last day in the shadows.
And to know a brother's love.
This is to New York City angels.
And the rivers of our blood.
This is to all of us, to all of us.

So don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know.
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.

Yeah, you can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies.
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side.
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know.
No I don't wanna know, no.
Don't tell me if I'm dying. Don't tell me if I'm dying.

Billy Talent

They are talented, indeed.
And what a voice!
What lyrics!
What (Billy) talent!
My friends mom says she wants to take us to a concert, if one comes to S'Toon.

Favorite Word and Other Random Things

I found my new favorite word, it is.....
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SHENANIGANS!


Speaking of Shenanigans, today at noon me and Heather were taking stupid pictures of me, being The Grudge.

I looked nothing like the Grudge.
But I sure can hold a grudge.
Oh no! The Grudge got me!

Huhuhuhuh......*Im gonna mess you up good......*
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Well, signing off.
Remember:
Shenanigans make the world go round, and well-behaved women seldom make history.
Ciao!

Ode to Flowers

Violets are blue,
Roses are red,
Spiders are jerks,
I wish they were dead.

Roses are red,
A lot like blood,
There's nothing I can think of
To rhyme with that.

Roses Are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
I want to kill you.

Roses aren't blue,
Some violets are red,
I like Maroon 5,
I'm going back to bed.

EGADS!

I didn't know Bernie Mac died. And SHOCKED when I found out Madonna was 50! Holy cow...

7 Things About Me That You Didn't Know But Now You Do Because I'm Telling You

7 Things About Me That You Don't Know Because I Don't Advertise Them

1) I have a fondness for poetry, songwriting, and more Macabre aspects of life.

2) I want to be a vampire.

3) I love the colours black, silver, and red. And I HATE the colour puke green with the passion of a thousand burning SUNS!!!!

4) I love hibiscus flowers. Well, anything green and planty, really. <(^_^)>

5) I am afraid of every single insect except ladybugs, butterflies, and bumblebees.

6) I want nothing more than to be the "punk rock kid" Or just listen to the song Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne. That sums up everything I want to be.

7) I think death is more interesting than any other subject. Ha, yeah, I know I'm a weirdo.