So if anyone is even reading this (which is very doubted), you are probably wondering what the heck the title is about. Well, I had no idea what to name this. No idea whatsoever. So when I clicked on the thingy where it says "Title", the auto complete on my computer came up with the title, hence the weird title. I bet everyone is very disappointed now that they found out that they will not learn what comes out of volcanoes when they erupt. Besides lava, of course. . .anyways, I have never published a blog, so I am nervous on the feedback I will get on this one, because I have no talent at all when it comes to writing. So I suppose I will begin by saying what I am doing at the moment. Or should I start by what I am supposed to be doing? OH MAN. So many choices. I guess I'll just say what I'm supposed to be doing, and that is science homework. Now, for those who know me, I'm very good at science. I'm not particularly smart, but science is just one of those subjects that I understand. In my opinion, if I get what I'm doing, why in the world do I have to study the same thing over and over? I REFUSE! Anyways, what I am really doing is listening to E.T. by Katy Perry. "Ewww, that's a girl song!" (<--- You), and you could be right. But hey, it's a good song, and I know every singly one of you fake macho men loves this song somewhere deep inside. At least I can admit it. Anyways, I told my parents I have to do a blog for school. So that's what I am doing. . .I have nothing more to say about today, for my life is lame. Umm. Yesterday I got checked out of school because I felt sick, because of the one damn time I go barefoot! I wish not to elaborate about this. . .maybe on later blogs. So yes, I was pretty sick, and I called my dad from the bathroom, which at that exact moment my computing teacher decides to step out of the stall. And not wash his hands. And walk out. Remind me not to shake his hands any time soon. . .or ever again. So I get checked out during 3rd period. My dad takes me to the junior high, and it turns out that even though I do not go to the junior high (I got to charter school. It's gay.) I get there before my girlfriend does. She's always waking up late. . .I worry. Anyways, after I leave the junior high I realize I have a soccer game. Great. The first time I'm sick in almost two years and we're playing the best team in the league. No big deal. So we get up there, and coach makes me play midfielder. . .which tends to piss me off, because that is not my position. Five minutes into the game, as a midfielder, I score. He then puts me as a defender (which REALLY ticked me off). No big deal, I'm not one to complain. I go up for a corner kick, and boom. 2-0. That's how the game ended, we win. HOOPLAH! Anyways, enough about my humiliatingly dull life. I have something to say about a specific rivalry in the Liga BBVA. That's right. Barcelona and Real Madrid. Myself? I'm a Barca man. I just like their style better. Anyways, if Barcelona is so much better than Real Madrid, then how in the world did Real beat them in the Copa del Rey?! It blows my mind. I still can not understand. Haha whoops, I forget North Americans could not care less. I have just been informed that my friend Mindy is packing! This is good news everybody! She's finally moving. Good, good. . .all right, I'm done spilling each and every one of my useless thoughts and ideas onto a computer screen. I hope this doesn't sound like just any other teenage blog which adults portray as a cry for help, because this is not that. This is more of a "paper in which other people can find out about my idiocy and dullness and see that their lives are much more exciting than they had first thought they were." Anyways, I suppose I will end this blog with a quote. “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” -Dr. Seuss. Tuesday, April 26, 2011
What Erupts From Volcanoes Along With Lava
So if anyone is even reading this (which is very doubted), you are probably wondering what the heck the title is about. Well, I had no idea what to name this. No idea whatsoever. So when I clicked on the thingy where it says "Title", the auto complete on my computer came up with the title, hence the weird title. I bet everyone is very disappointed now that they found out that they will not learn what comes out of volcanoes when they erupt. Besides lava, of course. . .anyways, I have never published a blog, so I am nervous on the feedback I will get on this one, because I have no talent at all when it comes to writing. So I suppose I will begin by saying what I am doing at the moment. Or should I start by what I am supposed to be doing? OH MAN. So many choices. I guess I'll just say what I'm supposed to be doing, and that is science homework. Now, for those who know me, I'm very good at science. I'm not particularly smart, but science is just one of those subjects that I understand. In my opinion, if I get what I'm doing, why in the world do I have to study the same thing over and over? I REFUSE! Anyways, what I am really doing is listening to E.T. by Katy Perry. "Ewww, that's a girl song!" (<--- You), and you could be right. But hey, it's a good song, and I know every singly one of you fake macho men loves this song somewhere deep inside. At least I can admit it. Anyways, I told my parents I have to do a blog for school. So that's what I am doing. . .I have nothing more to say about today, for my life is lame. Umm. Yesterday I got checked out of school because I felt sick, because of the one damn time I go barefoot! I wish not to elaborate about this. . .maybe on later blogs. So yes, I was pretty sick, and I called my dad from the bathroom, which at that exact moment my computing teacher decides to step out of the stall. And not wash his hands. And walk out. Remind me not to shake his hands any time soon. . .or ever again. So I get checked out during 3rd period. My dad takes me to the junior high, and it turns out that even though I do not go to the junior high (I got to charter school. It's gay.) I get there before my girlfriend does. She's always waking up late. . .I worry. Anyways, after I leave the junior high I realize I have a soccer game. Great. The first time I'm sick in almost two years and we're playing the best team in the league. No big deal. So we get up there, and coach makes me play midfielder. . .which tends to piss me off, because that is not my position. Five minutes into the game, as a midfielder, I score. He then puts me as a defender (which REALLY ticked me off). No big deal, I'm not one to complain. I go up for a corner kick, and boom. 2-0. That's how the game ended, we win. HOOPLAH! Anyways, enough about my humiliatingly dull life. I have something to say about a specific rivalry in the Liga BBVA. That's right. Barcelona and Real Madrid. Myself? I'm a Barca man. I just like their style better. Anyways, if Barcelona is so much better than Real Madrid, then how in the world did Real beat them in the Copa del Rey?! It blows my mind. I still can not understand. Haha whoops, I forget North Americans could not care less. I have just been informed that my friend Mindy is packing! This is good news everybody! She's finally moving. Good, good. . .all right, I'm done spilling each and every one of my useless thoughts and ideas onto a computer screen. I hope this doesn't sound like just any other teenage blog which adults portray as a cry for help, because this is not that. This is more of a "paper in which other people can find out about my idiocy and dullness and see that their lives are much more exciting than they had first thought they were." Anyways, I suppose I will end this blog with a quote. “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” -Dr. Seuss. 
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