26/06
A day so nice
I posted twice.
Feels good to be back on the boards, even in such a tiny way.
By the way, to any denizens of Chicago--I enjoyed your city thoroughly in the time I was there during Thanksgiving. Millenium park is nice.
I'd like to update my blog more. I really would. Because then I wouldn't have to fill it in with huge blocks of text. So I'm going to try to set aside ten minutes aside, and try and do an entry each day. My life's that interesting, right?
Just a couple things for today though. .
I have a market very near to my home and heart, as it were. One thing I love about going there is that it is a nice walk, and it's my fifteen minutes of silence. No music, no talking on phones, no talking to people
Aaaaookkay. So, quick update on high school relationships and such. I'm back with my ex (it's a long story, but we never really stopped liking each other, it sounds sappy, yadda yadda yadda, but there is reasoning behind it). Life is good. I like all my teachers but one. Ironically, it's the one teacher that I wouldn't have if I went to a public school, but I love it at my school so I'm fine. The ultimate slap-in-the-face in that class though is that I can hear the guitar class across the room p
So. . I'm a high schooler. Muy beuno. I had a pretty good day. . I don't like one teacher, just because. . . .because. . I don't know why, I don't like her. I forgot my locker combo, even though I insisted I remembered it, but much to my dismay when I went home, I had some of the digits mixed up. D'oh. Other than that, the cafeteria food's bad, my ex is now a good friend of mine ( ) and a bunch of other stuff. . Couple seniors said hi to me, because of my brother, which was nice. . Had my other
Okay, I know I said room. .but more pressing events have arisen. .
So, as of tomorrow, I'm officially a high schooler. Woo. I don't have any classes with my buddy unfortunately, but I could think of worse things. I have my water polo practice five days a week, three of those days at 5 in the morning before school. . Not bad, just early. I don't mind, too much. My girlfriend and I decided to take a break for high school, and just promised not to be awkward around each other and to (cheesy, b
Even though it's only been 10 hours or so since I posted my last blog, I figure I need one before I go off to have my last-day-of-summer-fun. I think I just plan on hanging out with some of my friends, especially those going off to different high schools than me, but we'll see. So, I promised a look at my room and less importantly my life, so here it is.
~Where I'm at right now~
As I said before, I'm going into high school, which will be, if nothing else, way better than junior high. I play
I felt kind of shamed that I hadn't entered an entry in here for a while after reading the latest blog of the week, so I'll be trying to do more stuff on here, which I know I will have time for during the school year.
See, the interesting thing for me this year is that I'm a freshman/freshmeat/dunce/trash can-ee and all that good stuff. I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing yet, but I know a bunch of big dudes, so hopefully I won't be in trouble. I'm not too little myself (5' 10 1/2")
But that headbutt was completely unnecessary.
Anywho. .I was rooting for Germany/Portugal (for shame, Ronaldo), but I'm happy to see Italy win, partly because it was a great game, and partly because I get to gloat to Onu Defendant. Anyone else (besides everyone else) catch the game?
If you don't know what I'm talking about. . well. . then go watch baseball or something.
I had to say goodbye to my Grandparent's house today. That was tough. . They sold the house, and I had so many memories there. . I took some mementos along with me to remind myself of the place, but still, I'm a bit sad.
The trip was awesome though. . Patrick's Point was beautiful, as usual, and startingly calming. Certainly gives a you a perspective on things when you're so little compared to giant rocks and towering trees. . Anyone besides me been out there lately?
-Kika
So I figure I haven't customized my blog very much. . but I've been busy cleaning, rearranging and doing other stuff. . like playing with Lego. Man oh man though have I been having fun.
Anywho, I figured I needed a fillah killah blog before I leave. . I don't leave for a couple days, but then I'm gone. In the boonies. No computer. Just a pencil and pad of paper, and maybe I'll scan some stuff. . But then again, this is coming from the person that has had a moc built for a year, and a story n
Gather round, and listen to the legend of. . Bio--Err. . Kika's exploits in pyromania.
Potato Cannons, Hairspray, and gunshot like noises!
Potato cannons or guns are mass conglomerations of PVC pipe, ignitable gases, and potatos. My brother's is about five feet tall, maybe, and has maybe a footlong blasting chamber. How the gun works is that you put a potato (cut to fit by the sharp edges), and then spray 5-10 seconds of hairspray (Aquanet works best) into the slightly larger in diameter
*rubs gums*
Is it just me, or do some dentists go at teeth like cavemen?
Anywho, new day, new entry, and this actually has something interesting. I may have a misprint on my hands ! Or, I could be completely wrong and ignorant, haha, either way.
I was looking around (more like drooling, actually) on Fuss's brickshelf, and I saw a black ruru under his rare masks section. I thought to myself, hey that looks familiar. I had a black ruru, that was for sure, but I still don't know if it is
I promised I'd get some music stuff up, and honestly this is earlier than I expected, but I felt I had to write about this.
Mark Oliver Everett is honestly one of (think top 5 people) my favorite song writers of all time, as of now. Some people may know him better by the moniker "E" of the band "Eels". The three albums I have of that band right now are Souljacker, Shootenanny, and Daisies of the Galaxy. All three deserve a spot anywhere in everyone's record collections.
Souljacker-- Amazi
Well, I'm somewhat new to this whole blog-o-sphere thing as a decent chunk of you guys are as well, so I'll start with my generic and somewhat infamous first entry. Truth be told though, I can't devote my undivided attention to you all (I've only been to Texas once, I don't deserve to use the abbreviation ) as I've got a guitar, an amp on overdrive, and an awesome riff from "Have Love, Will Travel" beckoning me to get away from this keyboard and play some music.
So, with that, I bid you adie
