Wednesday, December 28, 2005 

Chatting with Smarterchild

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tunapodcast: no
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tunapodcast: No, I really hate u
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SmarterChild: I'm trying very hard to be nice.
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Monday, December 26, 2005 

Guess Who's Back, Back, Back, Back Again...

Holla, I'm back from my trip to snowboarding and arizona. It was pretty fun. I was snowboarding along at Mountain High, and the weather was nice and shiny. The snow was oldish/newish man made snow. I was carving down some slope when I saw this little fat man, going down on some really small skis. I think those are cross-country skis, but whatever. He was making good time, but then he tripped and flew upward and landed on his back. You could see the puff of air poof out of his mouth as he got the air blown out of him. Ouch. I hope he learned his lesson: use skis that will keep you balanced.

I then had to play violin for someone's wedding. I messed up alot, and I didn't get paid! WTF! I thought I was gonna get paid... but I didn't. It really sucks cause I'm really short on cash. My mum always forgets to give me my allowance, and my little box of money is quickly dwindling cause I spent it on a lot of stuff. Stuff like airsoft guns, golf balls (at an outrageous 5 dollars a ball!), other golf stuff, books, birthday presents, and christmas presents. Of course, I still have money in the bank and in my atm card, but I don't want to take that out.

Snowboarding was very fun, and I ended up with very little sores. I'm sorry I haven't been able to post every recently cause of all this busy work. School coming up in a couple days now! and I'm planning on having an airsoft war. That'll be fun, and then back to the dreary life of a schoolboy. Darn.

My friends and I like to turn ordinary emails into hate mail bombing. One email turned from a joke about the CA drivers Education to screaming at each other about how stupid/gay/retarded everyone was. Comments such as "fuck you max, you have a small dick" and "eric, just go and shoot yourself" were found near the end of the thread.

Here is an example

Eric: Merry Christmas. Happy Jesus DayHappy HolidaysHave A Fun Jew DayMerry Become a Martyr and Get 72 virgins day(Kwanza)Fuckin religous freaksHappy Holidays

Me:are u kidding me? kwanza is not islam u loser. ramadan is islam. kwanza was a religion made up by atheist black guys, who basically said, "fuck christmas, that's for white guys, we got ummm....KWANZAA! That sounds black!"

Me: yeah, wtf is that stupid attachment? that this has been on there for your last 50 some emails.

take it off. its most likely something which he uses to hack our computers or something. seriously max, what is that.


Max: its a public key that allows me to digitally sign all of my emails so that you can be sure its authentic. if you give me a key of your own (you can get one from verisign or some other legit distributer), then I can send encrypted messages (encrypted by the two keys).
you can look at it, it should just be a bunch of letters and numbers, and maybe something about authorized by mac
its probably a .p7s file or something like that (just text)


Me: take it off. its retarded. your emails are not sensitive. unless you are subscribing to some gay porn site. then its another story...

Eric: seriously, why the hell would you encrypt your messagesits not like the CIA is watching you, and it wont stop them if they are.what a loser. Unless you're planning some EXTREMEIST UPRISING with ALQAEDA in the UNITED STATES, in which case i just did the UNITED STATES a big favor for our next 100 emails will be read by some desk clerk inthe NSA or CIA. hehe watch thisAL QAEDA AL QAEDA AL QAEDA AL QAEDAlet them suck on that for a little while. Fuck! all of our computersare gonna be tagged by te CIA for the next month, you watch. Max willprobably get busted for watching Muslim Extremeist porn heheYou can thank Bushy for keppin us safe, one Muslim-porno-obsessedIndian at a time

Me: yeaehahahahaaa, at least one person here has it right! max watches muslim extremist porn!!!!

oh u are screwed maxie!


Max: very funny eric.i have my reasons, and only 2 of you will know (eric is not one ofthem) why, and only one of you explicitly.eric, go back hunting and shut up

Eric: PS
Max in a previous email, could you clarify something
when you said "I have my reasons", were you referring to watching the porn or encrypting the message
just curious

Me: i like apples
Max: seek help
Me: lets stop this thread. how in the heck did a "merry christmas" thread turn into a "wait for the intel macs" and "peter seek help" thread?

that was a rhetorical question. dont respond.

MAx: it was a terrible rhetorical question. you don't have to think at all. just look down about 1000 words.

Me: max can u read? it says do not respond. lets stop this flaming.

Zoe: I get back from a five day Alta ski strip and i find 26 unread messages in my box! i stopped reading them after a while, and this is the only one i felt deserved a response.

anyway, Merry Christmas to all you guys:
Peter, don't feel bad you're not tall enough to put the angel on your tree,
Mickey, don't eat so many pistachios that you get sick,
Max, don't read porn on this holy day,
Matt, don't accidentally knock over the tree, or get lost in your own room,
and Eric, for crying out loud, don't kill your dinner

your friend (i hope still after those insults), Zoe

PS - I'M 16 TODAY, BITCHES!!!

Max: happy birthday.... beech.
jk
(about the happy birthday part .... i would never "read" [or watch or anything] porn, especially on Xmas [even tho is a bunch of crap] - only matt and peter would do that [thats the only reason that they have palm pilots])
go drive and stock eric.

Me: "Peter, fuck you. i normally don't say that, but fuck you.crew is one of the hardest sports out there. if there ever was anything that wasn't a sport, its golf. do i sound mad? i'm not, but think before you talk"

Just wanted to bring that up...

anyway, lol (zoe ur gonna see that quote at least once a year), anyways... im going snowboarding for the next 4 days, so dont expect any feedback. Im so excited. Then after snowboarding, I drive down to arizona, and golf!!!! yeeehaawww

Matt: HOLLLY SHIT 60 NEW EMAILS
AHHH

Matt: my trip to mexico city was almost ruined cause i got a bad case of montezuma's revenge on the third day. i got a very bad case of it
i was eating dinner on the second night, having some nice tacos from a 'nice' restaurant. i was making my tacos, then i made a mistake of adding the spiciest salsa instead of the mild salsa into my taco. I put like two spoonfuls into the taco, then ate it all in one mouthful. i swear almost instantly i started exploding. i started chuging my dad's beer, then after realizing the beer made it worse, i started sipping my mom's strawberry margharita. i screamed to the waiter, AGUA AGUA AGUA! and he brought up a big cup of tap water. i didnt realize at the moment, the worse way to get sick or die in mexico is to drink tap water (even the locals dont drink the tap water), but i did anyways cause my mouth was so spicy!! i didnt eat anything for the rest of the night, then got back to the hotel. i fell asleep at like 11 then woke up at 2 shivering insanely. i felt like my stoumach fell apart and my whole belly was blood red. i checked my temperature and it was 103 deegrees. i had a few convulsions, but now i cant remember whaat exactly they were like. all i can remember was like i was pushing a giant bolder up a hill, forever. i also felt like my limbs were 20 times heavier than normal. maybe sometime at 3, i vomited on the floor the grossest red fluids and bits of incompletely digested taco skin. i could litteraly feel the spicy salsa flowing up the esophagus and i felt like i was breathing fire! i vomited again, luckly in the toliet; i might have seen moving things in the juices. i was still shivering like an inch. im trying to fake my shiver right now, but its not nearly the same. i woke up every 20 minutes for the rest of the night. all i can remember about my hauluzinations was that i had to make a map of mexico city for a group of businessmen. and it felt like pushing a big bolder across a giant plain. its difficult to explain what a halucizanation is. anyways, i didnt go anywhere the next two days.
on the third day i did go to the museum of modern art. guess what. all of rothko's paintings were on display, and the exibistion was almost over! there were 27 rothkos in the mueseum, all lined up from his youth to his death.

Yeah, we're sorta retarted.


Song of the Day (STD)- "Free" by William Hung

Wednesday, December 21, 2005 

MAN DATES GAL ON INTERNET FOR SIX MONTHS -- AND IT TURNS OUT SHE'S HIS MOTHER!

What's up, I just came across this article-

MAN DATES GAL ON INTERNET FOR SIX MONTHS -- AND IT TURNS OUT SHE'S HIS MOTHER!Friday December 9, 2005

By Grace Green MARSEILLES, France -- Skirt-chasing playboy Daniel Anceneaux spent weeks talking with a sensual woman on the Internet before arranging a romantic rendezvous at a remote beach -- and discovering that his on-line sweetie of six months was his own mother! "I walked out on that dark beach thinking I was going to hook up with the girl of my dreams," the rattled bachelor later admitted. "And there she was, wearing white shorts and a pink tank top, just like she'd said she would. "But when I got close, she turned around -- and we both got the shock of our lives. I mean, I didn't know what to say. All I could think was, 'Oh my God! it's Mama!' " But the worst was yet to come. Just as the mortified mother and son realized the error of their ways, a patrolman passed by and cited them for visiting a restricted beach after dark. "Danny and I were so flustered, we blurted out the whole story to the cop," recalled matronly mom Nicole, 52. "The policeman wrote a report, a local TV station got hold of it -- and the next thing we knew, our picture and our story was all over the 6 o'clock news. "People started pointing and laughing at us on the street -- and they haven't stopped laughing since." The girl-crazy X-ray technician said he began flirting with normally straitlaced Nicole -- who lives six miles away in a Marseilles suburb -- while scouring the Internet for young ladies to put a little pizzazz in his life. "Mom called herself Sweet Juliette and I called myself The Prince of Pleasure, and unfortunately, neither one of us had any idea who the other was," said flabbergasted Daniel. "The conversations even got a little racy a couple of times. "But I really started to fall for her, because there seemed to be a sensitive side that you don't see in many girls. "She sent me poems she had written and told me about her dreams and desires, and it was really very romantic. "The truth is, I got to see a side of my mom I'd never seen before. I'm grateful for that." When starry-eyed Daniel asked Sweet Juliette to send him a picture, Nicole e-mailed him a photo of a curvy, half-clad cutie she'd scanned from a men's magazine. "The girl in the picture was so beautiful, I begged Juliette to meet me on the beach -- and Mom said yes," he recalled. "Mom says she was falling for me, too, and she just wanted to meet me, even though she knew I'd be disappointed when I saw her. "As for me, I figured I was going to find the girl of my dreams. "I guess that's about as wrong as I've ever been." Daniel admits he and his mother could do little but stammer and stutter around each other for days after their cyberspace exploits came to light. And his father Paul -- Nicole's husband of 27 years -- wasn't too happy when the story hit the news and his beer-drinking buddies made him the butt of their jokes. "Dad was ticked for a while and he forbid Mom to talk to anybody on the Internet ever again," said embarrassed Daniel.

One word- Holy Shiznit! Well 2 words I guess. That is just sickening.

I'll have a real post up later today. I just wanted to share that.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005 

Please Don't Shoot Me!

Hello, I'm Peter H and I am really really really bored.

I know its winter break, but snowboarding doesn't start till thursday, and I have nothing to do. I should be doing my math project, but whatever. It's not like is 10% of my grade...

I airsoft alot, and so those of you people who have never airsofted, here is a brief synopsis: Basically, all you do is shoot people with a airsoft gun. There are different types of airsoft guns. There is the highly reliable spring, the only downside is that you have to cock them everytime before you shoot. I love springs, and I find them very accurate. Electric guns are generally weak, unless you get one over 300 dollars, then they're scary. Gas guns, are powerful and (usually) accurate. They have a very fast rate of fire. They hurt like a bitch, and in the hands of a developed airsofter, it can kill.

The reason I love airsofting, and other "extreme" sports for that matter, is because there is so much risk involved. Airsofting is very dangerous, and when you get shot, you get get blood blisters, bruises, rashes, and red spots that hurt alot. Another reason why I love airsofting is because you have to use more of your mind rather than your body. It doesn't matter if your small or tall, fat or skinny, midget or giant, if you have a mind that can calculate where the enemy is, and where you should be to be at a better position, then you will succed. It's like real life chess, except if you lose, you end up hurting alot.

I have a spring berreta, and am considering getting a spring shotgun. But I only play about once or twice a month, so I'm wondering if it's worth the money.

Christmas is in 5 days! I am so ready for it.

Where the hell did Kwanzaa come from? I know it's some holiday that black people celebrate, but there is no religious affiliation involved. Can you do that? Just make a holiday?

Whatever, its cool.

My back is really killing me. I have no idea why. It's probably from golf. Damn it.

Monday, December 19, 2005 

Wasted, Wasted, Wasted




It's winter break, and I am stoked. Today I slept 10 hours, no joke. That's 4 hours better than what I usually get.

The crappy thing is, I have homework that is to be done during the break. How in the hell, is a high schooler supposed to do homework while riding a ski lift?! Go figure. For instance, my crazy math teacher just assigned us a project that is worth 10 percent of our fucking grade. We have to interview someone that has a job that involves math. I was trying to interview my math teacher, but someone already took her. WTF!!? So basically I'm down to 3 choices, a pharmasist, a Mcdonalds worker, and a computer person.

Two days ago, I was at a birthday party. I was so stupid in not looking at the invitation, and I accidentally came at 7:00 instead of 7:30, and so, I looked like a fool. When the party actually started, it was all good, and everyone was having a good time. After a whiles into the party, a certain girl (lets call her Jane) came out of a room, completely wasted. There was no doubt about it.

When she walked, she took really small steps. When you said hi, she said, "I love jellybeans," (seriously) and she asked where so and so was when they were standing right next to her. Well she was the only stoney kid there, so naturally, people started taking advantage of that. If was pretty funny, yet kinda mean.

There were gummy bears thrown, and some really funny kid, took a slice of meat (like some sort of sandwich meat) and stuck it on her head. She didn't notice for about a second, and then she screamed off names of who she thought did it. She probably right now has no idea what happened that night.

It was a lovely party, and then yesturday, I went out and practiced some golf. I have golf team tryouts in Febuary, and I absolutely have to make the team. I tryed out last year, and I didn't make it. So I have to this year. Plus, I won't be playing school sports the next two or something years so this is sorta like my last chance. I played volleyball, but I never really got into it.

I really need to go do something useful with my life. So thats why I started writing a book. It's called "Banana Splits" and it's a children's picture book. Or it's gonna be a children's novel. I can't decide which. Whatever.

Later, and I'll post almost every day this 2 week break, except the days I go snowboarding.



Song of the Day (STD)- "Time is Running Out" by Muse

Tuesday, December 13, 2005 

Some Popular Posts

Here are posts that readers find the most enjoyable.

My Studies on Crap
Calculator Games
Bashing Burger King
My Enlightenment in Chemistry
Rebuking/Reinstating this Blog's Theme
Cancelled Birthday Party and Angry

Monday, December 12, 2005 

How to Survive Diarrhea at School


I don't have much time to post, but I did write another article on ehow.com, and here it is. "How to Survive Diarrhea at School" by Peter H, coloringwithnelson.blogspot.com

This is the link so if you want to view it in a professionally done layout here is the link: http://wiki.ehow.com/Survive-Diarrhea-at-School

But for your viewing pleasure, here it is.

How to Survive Diarrhea at School
Ever had diarrhea at school? I have. So follow these directions, and you will not accidentally dirty your pants.

Steps
When the urge to go comes, run out the door of your classroom. Explanations can come later, diarrhea cannot.
When reaching the restroom, quickly open the doors to all the stalls, and try to find one that is slightly clean.
Quickly pull down pants, and do your buisness
After it is alll done, make sure that there is no more in the colon or rectal area; diarrhea has a way of holding back, and then coming back out.
Wash your hands with soap and water; dry hands.
Go back to your classroom, and explain (quietly) to the teacher your situation.
When returning to your seat, try to look like nothing happened. Try not to look guilty of anything.
If classmates ask what happened, just say, "I had to go."

Tips
Try to alert the teacher beforehand what might happen.
Always carry with you some tissue paper
Try to avoid this from happening by taking some diarrhea medication

Warnings
If not careful, you will dirty your pants. If this happens, quickly clean it up in the restroom, and wash out your pants. Then go to the nurse's and get some loaner pants and go home.
Remember, ALWAYS wash your hands

Things You'll Need
Tissue paper
Fast Legs

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Sunday, December 11, 2005 

Rebuking/ Reinstating This Blog's Theme

What's up.

Its a sunny Sunday today, and I just came back from the driving range after hitting a couple balls. Then I checked this blog, and went back to the comments of my last post. This is what someone posted.

"Your teachers are probably a lot smarter than you when they were kids your age. Certainly it is not for lack of brains or talents that many took up teaching as a career only to find they have to 'teach' kids like you who make it a habit to bash and bully your teachers. Think, why should they even bother to tell you to do your best. They have basically wasted their breath. You are not in elementary school anymore. And despite all these years of education, you have not learned how to be polite. The brainy ones, they work quietly, diligently and do not try to clobber their teachers. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. Try not be so vile, it reflects on yourself, and possibly on your family. Don't they teach you values?"

(If you have no idea what this guy is talking about, read this post. http://coloringwithnelson.blogspot.com/2005/12/teachers-are-hypocrits.html

Well, first of all, how bout posters use a name instead of "anonymous."

Im going to rebuke this whole comment, cause its sorta getting to me. First of all, mr anonymous poster, I didn't mean probably 90 percent of what I had said. This blog is listed under comedy in blog forums and other blog listings. See, what I had said is something called a "joke" and it was meant to be "funny." If it was neither to you, then I'm very sorry. But it was meant to be funny.

"Your teachers are probably a lot smarter than you when they were kids your age"

Maybe, but, then why be teachers? Maybe they want to genuinely help kids. I respect that. But from the teachers that I have encountered, more than half of them do not genuinely like their job. That shows that they do not respect the position they are in, and they were forced to be in that job position (they had no other choice).

"Certainly it is not for lack of brains or talents that many took up teaching as a career only to find they have to 'teach' kids like you who make it a habit to bash and bully your teachers"

I do not know any student or kid who has never "bashed or bullied" his or her teachers (previous or current). I doubt that the next generation will not either.

"And despite all these years of education, you have not learned how to be polite"

Polite?! I know how to be polite. I just choose not to be at certain times. Also, I was trying to make this blog FUNNY. I can be polite when I want to.

"The brainy ones, they work quietly, diligently and do not try to clobber their teachers."

The brainy ones also have no life.

"Talk about biting the hand that feeds you."

The Hand that Feeds- by Nine Inch Nails is a great song.

"Try not be so vile, it reflects on yourself, and possibly on your family. Don't they teach you values?"

Yes, I have been taught values. And I am far from vile. I don't know how to prove this, but I have many values that I live by.

Mr Anonymous Poster, I am sorry if I have offended you in the previously stated rebuke. Don't take anything personally. But really, this blog is mostly supposed to be funny or at least humourous in the least way.

Saturday, December 10, 2005 

Teachers are Hypocrits


Right now, I'm in my living room, sitting on this wooden chair, and typing on a Dell laptop. I'm really drowsy because it's really overcast here in San Diego, and since it is nearing the end of the year, the sun goes down really fast. Christmas is getting ready for in my family, and I am ready to go snowboarding in a week or so...

1 more week of school!!!

And then I'm out of this place. Geez. I'm going crazy. I just had a huge math test, and I'm sweating like crazy, cause I need to get an A on this if I want even a slight speck of a chance in getting a very low A- in the class. Only 3 kids out of 35 kids have As in the class, which is crazy.

My math teacher is vietnamese, and she can't really speak english. Well, maybe she can, but that's beside the point. All together, she's nice, but I still want to bitch about her so it looks like I have a terrible life. She has a strange accent, and every 1 out of 2 people I have asked if they can understand her say "no." She wears the same outfit for every day of the week, so every monday she wears a tweed jacket. She made us figure out her morgage payments for her, which was harsh, but if I was a teacher, I would probably do the same thing.

If I were a teacher, I would make my students do my personal work. I would probably give kids Extra credit for bringing in chocolates and money. I would have verbal tests where I ask them what their sexual preferance was, and other miscillanious questions. When they are telling the answer, I would hook them up to a lie detector, and make sure they were not lying. That would be hilarious. "Do you wear a man-thong?" "Nnnnn *stutters* noo." "BZZZZZZZZ l*y*i*n*g" Haha

Why do teachers tell us to be the best that we can be? Look at yourselves you kooks! You wouldn't be a teacher if you tryed your best, you hypocrits! Teachers should tell that to themselves, because they have no right in saying it to other innocent children.

And with that thought, I'm gonna go and eat some sunflower seeds

Wednesday, December 07, 2005 

My Enlightenment in Chemistry

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The poem can only be appreciated by reading it aloud:

Waka waka bang star tick tick hash,Caret quote back-tick dollar dollar dash,Bang star equal at dollar under-score,Percent star waka waka tilde number four,Ampersand bracket bracket dot dot slash,Pipes curly-bracket comma comma CRASH.

wooowwwwww, my nerdy friend sent me this, he is going crazy...

Now this is absolutely crazy. This whole world is going nuts. Check it:

"BERLIN (Reuters) - A German man who fell asleep in a rubbish container after a bout of heavy drinking had a lucky escape after he was tipped into the hydraulic press of a garbage truck, police said on Wednesday.
The 47-year-old was only saved from being crushed when the truck's driver stopped to urinate before continuing his round. He quickly switched off the press after he heard swearing coming from the truck's interior.
"The man admitted drinking a lot of booze the previous night and climbing into the container to seek refuge from the rain where he passed out," the police said in a statement. The man, from Fischbachtal in southwestern Germany, suffered only a minor head injury and mild shock."

Wow, that is a bit of luck! I wish I was that lucky. Cause it's not luck where I am...

I go to a random high school in nowhere. Other than stupid seagulls, there is Chemistry class. Chemistry (or Chem) is where you sit in orderly lab rows, and listen to a mind-boggalingly stupid and boring teacher try to explain orbitals and electrons. Nobody gets it, and if the prat learned to look around his classroom once in a while, he would find that half of the class is staring into space, a quarter is sleeping, and the other quarter is drawing stupid shit. That's me. I draw stupid shit.

I draw the craziest things in Chem. In chem, I get different thoughts (maybe cause of the chemicals?) and my mind goes crazy. A new crappy dimention comes out, and I draw crazy shit. Today I drew a pie. Yesturday I drew a bunny getting kicked in the face, and having his teeth splattered out. And a week ago, I made the blueprints for a suicide rollercoaster.

Chem, although boring, is my most productive class, cause I get something done! That's a flipping first for me. I actually finish stuff: my drawings.

The good thing is, there is a volleyball game during my chem period. Only those who bought tickets can go, and luckily I managed to get my grubby hands on one of these suckers. So, I guess I'm free tomarrow. But I still have to worry about Spanish, the "sniffing" dog (more about that later), lockers, mail bombing, english, julius caesar, my crazy P.E. teacher, seagulls, Rodney, my history homework, my ankle, my skateboard bearings, my new upcoming movie, my book, my backpack, and food.

High school is so busy...

Monday, December 05, 2005 

I Can't Type

By the way, did you kooks know that to read my blog, you don't have to come to this site every single time!!!! All you have to do is go down...yes down..and on the right side is this thing that says "Enter your email to subscribe." Type in your email, and when there is a new post, it will be automatically emailed to you! But the pictures don't come up...

Another way is to go down, and there is this thing called "subscribe via bloglines." click that and then make an accoount (dont work, no personal info, itll take 2 minutes) and then it will automatically subscribe this blog to you! Then you can read it from there! and you can also make it email to you with pictures!!!. So there you go, thats how you subscribe.

The thing I don't get is why I type these insane posts when no one is going to read these posts. But whatever. It "builds character."

Nothing happened. You know, I'm over this shit. I'm out. I think I'll promo this though. Everyone check out nobodylikesonions.com, the best podcast ever. Just go there and chill out at the forums, and say that you were refered by "Peter H, coloringwithnelson.blogspot.com" so I get more readers. Thanks guys.

Thursday, December 01, 2005 

Making my own SARS



One of these kids at my school (whom I don't like very much), was rolling a rolling backpack, and was walking while looking at it, when he bumped his head on the football bleachers! I had a crazy laugh because, as you all know, I hate rolling backpacks (http://coloringwithnelson.blogspot.com/2005/11/rolling-backpacks-should-be-burned.html) so that was funny.

I have this huge test in AP Euro tomarrow and 2 quizzes in Spanglish, so I'll have to go pretty soon. Pretty unincidental day, other than the previously mentioned statement.

My backpack is getting really heavy, packed with books as it is now. I think I will have to lessen the load somehow. Maybe I should get a rolling backpack...lol. My backpack is crammed with the most useless binders that I have to carry around cause my work is in them. My locker contains a new breed of SARS and AIDS combined. My classrooms smell like peanut butter, and my hair stinks. Ewwww, I think I'll go wash it.

I think I'll talk some more about making my own SARS/AIDS in my locker some other time.


Song of the Day- "We'll Make it Away" - Kid Down

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