The Phyre of Tahu

Hey, dude! (dude), like DUDE, (dude -- (DUDE) ) that is like so... dude (dude)... DUDE!! ~Phyre, the cool dude. Hey, the word filter worked pretty good with this entry!

At least twice, now. Huh. Well, anyway, part of my dad's PA system for the band came today... And no, a PA system does not have anything to do with the Production Assistants from Staff Survivor, just so you know. It's a system of mikes, mike stands, speakers, and amps. ~Phyre, who loves music (well, he only loves GOOD music, like I said -- no music that fake-girls-who-lip-sink-because-they-suck-at-singing take part in. Well, even if they lip-sink, they still suck... )

I only have Hewkii -- but he rocks. Once I get the other 5, it's going to be a toss-up between Hewkii, Matoro, and Jaller for my favorite. ~Phyre

Yes, this will be my last entry... unless I can fit one in tonight. We'll see. Well, it was great blogging, and expect to see me back in the business sometime soon... ~Phyre, sobbing

Ouch. ~Phyre

Well, I think this is the last day of the week for my blog to run... So farewell for now. Just so you know, it really won't take me 20 years to become a Premier Member. It'll be sooner... like, 19.99 years, probably. ~Phyre, this could be my last entry

Yes, my seven year-old cousin came again today, this time with her mom (my aunt) and her 2-year old brother. Obviously to see the kittens (that's the only reason, of course). The 2-year old wasn't bad... just wanted to play my drums. I hid the drumsticks on him, though. He still managed to make noise. And then me and my seven-year old cousin had fun playing with Hewkii (mostly with his light-up sword and Zamor spheres. I almost lost one of the spheres, but luckily, I found it. ~Phyre... too lazy to think of anything else to put after his name

So, anyway, last night I got my July/August issue of BrickMaster and BIONICLE Ignition Issue #3. Both magazine and comic rocked! ~Phyre, good night!

So, due to my computer being... difficult, I couldn't get a blog entry in sooner. I'm only calling my computer difficult to avoid swearing. Yes the computer is THAT difficult. But anyway, tonight, my mom's brother came to jam with me and my dad. My dad's brother couldn't come. But, unfortunately, my 7-year old cousin spent the day with my mom's brother, his fiancee, and her daughter, and is spending the night too, so we couldn't get as much jam time in because she was tired. Well, I am at least grateful that her 2-year old brother didn't come -- then all my toys would be a mess... Oh, wait, that's not saying anything, they're already a mess. Well, they'd be messier. And he wouldn't let me drum because he has to play some un-rhythmical beat that can scarcely be called a beat and wouldn't leave the drumset because he doesn't like sharing. Well, anyway, that's dealing with something that isn't a reality. So, anyway, everyone left already so I took a nice, warm bath. You may think I'm crazy since it's already warm... "why does he want to get even warmer in a hot bath?" The answer is -- it's refreshing anyway. So now I'm sitting with wet hair writing a late blog entry before I go to bed. I thought of a new rhyme though!! Hey, that's the ticket!! For my old pet cricket. It's a ticket to a flea circus. All the way in Paris. My cricket watched the fleas hit a ball through a wicket! Just so you know, that bug that bit me and my pet cricket are both not real. Who would have a pet cricket anyway? I'm not some weird Japanese guy. I hate all insects. Mostly... moths (they flutter), butterflies (they remind me of moths), dragonflies (they're scary looking), deerflies (so DANG ANNOYING!), mosquitoes (similar to deerflies and annoying just the same), bees (don't want to get on the wrong side of them, although I've never been bit), and crickets (they're freaky). I also hate spiders. Anyway, any crickets living in my house would be in a cage eating and preparing to be eaten by my pet bearded dragon lizard, Scamper. And I'm really not joking about Scamper -- he's real. Currently there's no crickets -- haven't fed him any in a long time -- just worms. Bye for now ~Phyre, who is (almost) too sleepy to write anything after his name

Well, it's still only 3:00 in the afternoon, but I thought I'd leave you today with this last poem... The cow jumped over the moon And landed on an unfortunate loon The loon was squished On top of a fish That he had been eating since noon ~Phyre, saying MOOOO!!!!

I like cookies and milk I'm glad I'm not eating silk It would taste yucky Like the eyes of a ducky And now I can't find anything that rhymes with milk and silk ~Phyre, who thinks they are called limericks

This time I was bit by no bug, but a llama. Spitty sent it via his momma. It hurt really bad And now I'm mad At Spitty and his mean old llama momma. ~Phyre, who really likes these poems. I forgot what they were called. Maybe it's all just gibberish.

This is actually fun! Making rhymes about moldy limes and the sun! I don't believe it! I was just bit By a silly bug and now I'm done! ~Phyre, saying "This is fun!"

So I was sitting here right now, today And I couldn't think of anything to say So I made up a rhyme About a moldy lime And so now there is something to say HOORAY!! ~Phyre, the goofy poem maker

Look for yourself!! Apparently they were too stupid and not funny enough to be posted in my blog! I guess I have to be funnier, or there will be serious consequences. ~Phyre, now THAT was funny... sorta

Yes, I'm going now. I also had my first poll closed because it was a dupe. Oh well. See ya (and creep ya out) tomorrow. ~Phyre, who is of course funny (and stupid). Actually, his intelligence is pretty high, but he's stupid in the fact of being pointless.

Yes, me and my parents had fun playing outside earlier. Let's start at the beginning. We had caught two mice and were keeping them in a cage, to watch. But they've been driving my cat crazy (the one that had the kittens). So we were going to let them go in our back field, then play frisby and bounce a ball. Well, we found out that one of the mice had little micelings -- baby mice. Isn't that weird -- the fact that baby mice don't have an official name, like puppies, kittens, goslings, ducklings, etc. do? I find it very strange. So I call them micelings. Obviously, we didn't let them go yet -- the babies are too little. Well, so then we played the frisby and ball. Then we found some blackberries, so my parents were picking them while I was dunking my head in the sink because I was hot. ~Phyre, who wonders why baby mice don't have a name

You saw the list. Now the interesting thing is, I linked to my own blog there as well. Funny how I'm promoting my blog in said blog? Yes, incredibly funny (and stupid). I want to make cool Toa MOCs. ~Phyre, who promotes his own blog in his own blog BTW, you know, the three F's could be: Funny, Funnier, and Funniest -- all of which, I am, obviously.

I got Toa Inika Hewkii a week ago. He's totally awesome!! The light-up sword really rocks!! I can't wait to get more Inika! ~Phyre, big Inika fan

My blog smells like celery? I would think it would smell like lemonade... ~Phyre

Haha, nice cool dude joke. That's funny! Anyway, not much else to mention about this entry. ~Phyre

It's Saturday! ROCK AND ROLL!!!! Ah, but it's raining outside now. Stupid rain. Rain is one thing that is stupid, and NOT funny. I, however, am funny (and stupid)!! ~Phyre, who is complaing about rain

BYE!! ~Phyre, who is funny (and stupid), and fills his blog with useless, but funny (and stupid) entries

So, yes, my cat hat 3 kittens almost 4 weeks ago. They're cute (duh!), playful, and cute. Let me tell you something: true guys like cats. So that means I'm a true guy. So, anyway, like I said, kittens are cute! I'm funny (and stupid)!! ~Phyre, who is a true guy that likes cats

So, last night, me (on drums), my dad (on guitar), my dad's brother (on bass), and my mom's brother (singing) completely ROCKED THIS HOUSE with some of the best music you'll never hear. Mostly our own stuff. Let me mention that we're a rock band, not stupid rap or disgusting hip-hop/pop/weird-stuff-that-fake-girls-who-lip-sink-sing. I mean really, is there anything better than rock and roll, new and old? No, I didn't think so. So, anyway, it was really fun last night. ~Phyre, who plays really good drums for being twelve years old