Whateves

whateves.... I say that sometimes. Although not that much. I say whateves when im usually haveing a short conversation with someone and they have to leave soon. Actually, i just say it randomly. Maybe its because of the influence of other people around me that always say that, that i get so used to it that i start to use their slang words too. SOO i dont know what to write about whateves except what i have already written. A lot of people now use short words instead of full ones such as whateves. Their are many different ones that many people use, but i dont even know about. Its becoming really trendy now of ushing shortend versions of words. Im pretty sure if i was to even go to a senior, they would know what whateves means. Actually, i feel like trying that on a random stranger that looks like they are fifties. Im pretty sure that every teacher at our school would understand this except for one that i am afraid to name just in case this might be shown to her. Theres this one person that always says whateves to everything and it got annoying after the first two minutes. Ok, now i officially am stuck of what i should write. Maybe just as before, i will write giberish words and see if you will notice them while you are skimming my blog. pl; ghoa how ow nm pah puhwg apw nbao pia bnlmn ipwu bnvps bia pijaf uuhfd hfdjsk jksda jfkl pow nlx huw beog heup biew pwox bnkx. I feel like checking on google if some of the words actually mean something. Maybe there will be something related to pwox, or beog, or whatnot. SOo now that i wasted some space and time, i will just wirte about how im waiting for class to end. See, like how i wrote that last sentence, i talked about wasting time, and wasted it at the same time. Lol.............. Soooooooooooooooooooo... I am totally lost inside my head. Its not like im thinking about nothing, im thinking about too much that have absolutely nothing to do with anything. The moment i have a thought, another one come, and another one and so on. All this is happening pretty fast so i dont really remember anything. Im so bored, i think that this might be my longest post ever. Hey maybe i got better at typing, or maybe i have more ideas to write about. I really doubt the second one. Hey, maybe M

my cellphone is my life

SO... my cellphone really is my life in so many aspects..My soccer coach always makes last minute practices and tournaments and exhibition games, and he always texts everybody where and when it is. He sometimes even texts me during school hours, and i have to cut off all of my things after school that i planned for soccer. Another reason why i really need my cellphone is that it is the best way me and my friends contact each other. Since i have an afterschool life with seperate friends than from school, i have to be able to contact them in a way. The only real way is with my cellphone, because if i go to their house, they are usually not home. I think everybody has a cellphone that is in highschool or older, because it also shows a level of maturity and responsibility. Even most seniors have a cellphone, unless they are taken care of by their own family or other people, like a seniors home. Still, today the cellphone is replacing many seperate thins, such as an ipod or mp3 player and camera. The new iPhone even has GPS the internet, etc. SO one day i can imagine that instead of computers, their will be pocket laptops, which are exactly like the iPhone, except smaller, faster, and better with more things. My old cellphone was really good, and it was pretty much indestructable. Our grade always played soccer with it in the locker room, and nothing ever happened. Until, one day, i tossed the phone to my friend during soccer practice, and it hit the post really hard. When i got to it, i found out that all that happened was that only half of the screen was broken, and the other half was still in great condition. Unfortunaltly, i needed the othter half to see what i was doing, so i had to get a new phone. Now my new phone is really fragile, and when i was playing basketball on the cement, i accidentaly scraped it along the ground when i was slipping. So now it has a huge scrape at the back of it, but other than that, i would say that it is in pretty good condition. My arm is killing me from doing plyos yesterday, and i cant really use it so i will only type with my left hand.,.. this is alot much harder than using 2 hands, and excuss me if i make a mistake because this feels very unconfortable and weird.......if u were wondering, Plyos are a workout to help you increase many aspects. An example is if you apply 1000 pounds of force in 1 second, but put all that power in half a second and it will be 2000 pounds of force. That is like how to practice plyometric jumping. If i use only .5 seconds to constraint all my muscles to jump, than i will increase my height, than using .7 sec

tricks for kids

Little tricks are for kids. My friends younger brother always tries to trick us by saying some very odd stuff. Like when we want to sit down to go on the computer, he says "watch out, theres a snake on the chair". I dont know why, but I scan the chair and he always bursts out laughing. Once he laughed when i said "Cupa Joe". Little kids have the weirdest sence of humor. Now im thinking that maybe i was like that when i was a child and i made foolish jokes like that. If its ............ If i was like that as a child, then i feel sad for my parents, having them laugh at all my stupid jokes. But i dont remember being like that, mostly beacuse i was to involved in sports and had no time to goof off. Their are many ways i goof of today, some may still seem childish. Sometimes i use my dumb voice to make fun of a person or friend im talking to. An example is when they add emphasis to a word by accident that shouldnt have that big of an emphasis, i rewind a couple of words, but i make the word they empshasised seem alot more dumber. Hmm. U never know, but i think everybody still has a childish aspect that they still have today. Some may be not even good. Maybe a person may whine alot, just like a five year old would. I have seen whoopie cushions by my friends, but realy, i found them rather insulting and disgusting to tell you the truth. Their was alot more funny stuff, and it really seemed like a boring thing. So what if u hear a fake fart. The person will just show everybody the whoopie cushion and its over. There are so many stupid little tricks my friends younger brother pulls off, that i feel like i can write a book on them and to show you how to avoid them. One of them is when he asks why something and something was done. You anwer

It was a dark and stormy night...

I remember writing stories as a child that started with exactly this beginning, or even "It was a dark and stormy (insert date here) night.... I think this is the first time ms.I gave us an actuall topic, and we still complained. Well, its imposible to please us unless she took us to the volleyball game. As a child, i used the topic to usually write a horror or a mystery story, but they always suked. My best story that i have ever written i think was during Grade.7, since that was when we got to write a story about anything WE wanted. My story, luckily, did not start with "it was a dark and stormy night" or anything of that sorts. Instead, my story was similar to the movie "The Core". In the movie, a group of expeditioners try to reach the core of the earth. That was actually the only similarity between my story and the movie. I didnt even know about the movie until about 3 months after i handed in my assignment. For some reason, i write better stories if it is based on nothing, because then it lets my imagination flow, and i dont have to worry of it being to similar to another story, since i dont know one. Thats why i kinda stopped reading books in Grade.9, because most of the time it took away my imagination (so did video games) and when i wrote a story about something, i thought about the movie or book that was similar to it, and try to dramastically change it around. I find that the worst part of being a writter, because i like using my imaginiation to create new characters, new worlds, new thoughts, emotions, and gods. What i dont like is that if i write something that is even somewhat similar to another story, i go blank trying to come up with another one. So, now i am stuck of what i should write, and its really killing me, because now i am reminded of how my imagination has gotten worse and worse. The worst part is now i try to think everything out logically, so that it would actually happen like that in real life. I think that is why i have to make up a

colourless green ideas sleep furiously

This is randomest topic ever. Soooo, ill just do one topic at a time. Water is colourless, and if is infested or moldy it can turn green...... I can imagine colourless green ideas sleep furiously being used in a story that Ms.I would write. She could say that the bear had colourless green ideas which sleep furiously in the winter time while it hibernates. Then she would go on and on what the ideas are because ideas seem to be the main topic of the words she gave us.
Colourless green ideas sleep furiously as the night wispers to its followers. Haha, i just went with what 1st comes to my mind. Maybe the topic we have was used in a poem, or to be a metaphor towards something else. Ive heard of people that when they hear sounds, they see colours also. This mostly happens to women, and maybe from wherever ms.I got this from, maybe its from a book about a person who instead of hearing sounds and voices, she sees sounds and emotions in ideas. something being colourless could signify that it the sound or emotioni is bland and their is nothing special to it, like just walking past some stranger, u dont have an emotional attachment to them. Green could be the colours of fall which can mean rejoicing. ideas are ideas. sleep is peacefullness and calm, and furiousness is furious and anger.... So maybe if this was a discription of a character, it would be that they are half dull jet joyfull, but they might me thinking of killing themselves furiously to cause themselves to be in peace..... ummm. i dont know what to write......
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WTF!!!

So, i dont really say WTF, but i spell the words out once in a while when im really mad (What the FU**!). A moment that this happens to me alot is when i play soccer. Im the captain of the team, and i have to organize everybody into the right position. To sometimes get my point across, i have to yell because the field is so big. Many times if a player is caught out of position or makes a rookie mistake, i usually spaz out by saying "WHAT THE FU** WAS THAT!" Sometimes i dont even mean to say it to them, but it just comes out............ The funny part about is that the ref cant actually get me in trouble because im usually cussing at myself or my teamates. Althought i have had him sometimes come up to me and tell me to calm down, which i never listen to his advice, cause what does he know. I remember the days when i used to say what the fudge when i was mad, but that was until i was about 12 years old. Then i started to say WTF because it gave more of an impact to whatever point i was trying to make go across..............