24 is the intensest show I watch (out of two shows total)!

TedTheNanite: I'm getting angry.
Radical Biscuit: that sounds like a personal problem to me
TedTheNanite: May a voluptuous mutant make you lift a piano.

shorTPost

Top 10 Things to Do After Losing Your Job

10. Go to the Hickory Wal-Mart and look for grits
9. Go to the Hickory Wal-Mart and look for Ramen Noodles
8. Go to the park to watch rollerbladers fall
7. Become a supporter of big government, FAST! (welfare)
6. Wear rich-people clothes to make people think you have a job
5. Get put on a reality TV show. Nobody cares if you have a job there
4. Move to Central Park, NYC, NY
3. Become a roadie for Elton John
2. Become a roadie for Hot Vegas
1. Get a job

The Fall of Freddie the Leaf

Okay, that's it. We've got to get this blog back on track. I have to re-learn how to conquer my writer's block before the AP English exam and that's all there is to it.

I'd very much like to be a handwriting analyst. It'd be fun and it would feel detective-y without actually really being that.

I'm stuck on 24 (the show) again, so pray for me. I'm also stuck on 24, the time slot of how long I stay up each day. Pray for me there, too.

Hodge-Podge

It's been one of those regular Saturdays where I don't do anything. I wish it were different, I really do! The cleaning of my room hasn't been a success (yet). I had cleaned so well at the beginning of the year, then school started, and it was like a dump truck left its cargo thrown about the room. I've neglected my room...just a little bit... or maybe that's a lie. Today, I just cleaned up some broken glass from a cup that fell on the floor a month ago. Is that bad?

The cats are starting to get pretty boring. I wish they could talk, or at least understand what I'm saying so they could get depressed with how much I make fun of them.

I'm not bored, I'm just tired of being stuck in the house.

Vegans Taste Better

Just thought I'd stop in and say hi. Not much to speak of lately, especially when I'm this tired this early. Merely staying awake all day is a hard task for me, though it shouldn't be. My problem is that I always go to sleep too early or too late. There's rarely any of that in-between stuff. I might go to sleep at 8:00, but then I'll wake up at 3 or 4, or if I push myself to stay up for the rest of the night (as not to wake up too early), I go to sleep at 1:00 or even 2:00 and still have to get up at 5:30 (preferably, though it's been around 6:10 lately). Good news is that we don't have seminary tomorrow morning. Wh3w....

I've always had these sleeping problems. As a kid, I marvalled at the way my brothers would be asleep and breathing deeply within five minutes of when they hit the sack. It always took me an eternity it seems, especially on Christmas Eve! and that's still the case, too. Why, this Christmas Eve, I couldn't sleep at all!

So you see that I love being able to sleep, but I hate having to sleep.

Good day: today, both Jump (Little Children) and William Shatner became friends of the Fighting Gallaghers. Amazon gave me my refund. Goodnight.

Oh, ye, fools.

The point where they write the Constitution, replacing the Articles of Confederation (the governmental document, not the unknown professional wrestling duo) is one of my favorite parts of US History! This is the first time I've really felt energized in AP US History. Everything else up to this point has been mediocre in catching my interest. I just love this part, and I know not why.

I have a huge respect for the Founding Fathers. While most had differing opinions and sought victory for only their own ideas, isn't it remarkable that it was the compromises, Great, 3/5, and even smaller, all meeting toward the middle of each argument, make this wonderful, great, supreme, choice and blessed country we live in now? With the longest in-effect written Constitution in the world, it surely was a miraculous crossroad in history. No figurative speech exists in the previous sentence.

So, Founding Fathers, rock, rock on.

For extra credit, please DO NOT leave a comment.

The Ghost Book Effect: After shelving books for a while, I've come to develop a definition for this effect which may or may not be noticed or acknowledged by librarians alike around the world. Imagine this, and I shall illustrate the effect with you. Leave all drinks and food outside the imagination and keep hands and feet inside at all times:

You get to the public library after a long day of school, and you shuffle over to your pile and cart of books to shelf. You take a stack of dusty non-fiction books and go to the shelves. You take the top one:: 323.4. You hobble to the correct shelf under the weight of all the books you're carrying (please remind me not to carry so many books, lest I drop one...or all of them), and you see exactly where the book is supposed to go, a gape in the books that are already on the shelf. In fact, you instinctively know that the book you're holding in your hands came from that exact spot and the books around that spot have not been disturbed at all since the removal of the aforementioned book. You just know it. It's the Ghost Book Effect.

Sometimes you put a book back into a gape, but you don't get that instinctive feeling, so you know that while the book did indeed come from that spot, the books around it had been messed with somewhat. Don't ask me how; that's the magic of it, and it's also a whole blog post, so I'm not complaining.

Cal if forn eye, eh?

Hello, kids! \/\/elcome to the bleugh. I'm the king here, Havenioughsjf;. But you can call me Tek Mobile. Today's subject will be bird infestation. Dang those birds who get in the window! \/\/hat do do with them?

1. Broom 'em
2. Play your deth metal; they don't like that (Utter Oblivion, rock, rock on!)
3. Call the Halversons
4. Call Tim Allen
5. Get the bird out o' the house-o

The last step isn't necessary for the overall process. HOLY 5! I really need to get my applications in. :-X :-( :-? :-4 :-:-) :-@ :-() :-Alt+F4

I'm tired, but I'll be back with more coloring book fun when the day is new, and I'll have more eye-deas for you. and we'll have things we'll want to talk about, I won't listen to them. Goodbye, Mr. technobabble!

oh yeah, I don't have any homework assigned for tomorrow

"Proudfeet!!!"

Nobody knows what embarrasses me the most. If you want to know, I'll tell you, because it's not embarrassing at all to me. I'm most embarrassed whenever someone else around me is embarrassed, especially when it's sort of because of me. I'm not talking about when I say something that embarrasses someone, because that rarely happens as I'm usually cautious not to and because I don't talk to many people. It's when someone says or does something, makes a small mistake or error, and they get all embarrassed about it because I heard them. \/\/ell, that embarrasses me because I'm no one to be embarrassed because of. I make far more mistakes than most, and besides, I can guarantee you that in relation to the embarrassed person, I'm much more embarrassed for their sake.

This happens a lot with people who are calling what they believe is my name and expecting me to answer. I have a lot of siblings, so this is quite understandable. Teachers often do this, as they've probably had my siblings as students before. English teachers do it mostly (all of them had a problem with it except for the Velli, cause she was only there one year). A lot of people at church will call me Bryan. But worst of all is my dad, but I don't get embarrassed when he mis-names me. "Gregor-- Parle-- Kyl-- Bry-- Glade-- , um, Brad, come refill my cup." Ususally, if they don't notice right away, I make my best attempts to save their pride and embarrassment by pretending like I didn't hear it or by answering to the wrong name anyhow.

\/\/hen people trip up the stairs (only at Mount Airy High, right?), fall down, or most of all, get caught doing last night's homework in today's class, I really try to act like I don't notice. I'm sure there are many times that I don't anyhow. I know that if someone knew I'd noticed, it'd probably make them all the more embarrassed, and I'm sitting there, not laughing on the inside at all, but feeling like crap, like it were me. \/\/hy is this the case? Ha, because I've had my share of similar experiences I guess. I'm a dorkus rumpus

Also, there's the kind where people are just uncomfortable around you. er, i mean me. Not uncomfortable talking to me or being nervous around me, but for other reasons that shall not be specified here. I hate that for them sooo much, because I'm the one who gets uncomfortable around people and I shouldn't be the one to cause it

no sense made here ^ I'll go try to make sense out of my homework

the Ultra-Identification Miracle

It's super funny how hands look sort of like feet. hahahah Have you ever wondered if perhaps your hands could have finger jam if you left them in socks all day long? I've not checked, but I have used socks as gloves before. Many many many times, as a matter of fact. Here at the Gentry household, we do things like that sometimes.

Growing up, we never had real snow gloves. \/\/e'd either lose them or ruin them so much that none were left for us to use in the snow. Yeah, we were rough kids (and still are, to many extents, though our physical activity in being rough is quite diminished). Also, at one point when Dad was addicted to auctions (what are you supposed to fill empty spaces with?), he bought about a million tube socks. So, with an abundance of socks and a n absence of gloves, we substituted the footwear as handwear. After a while of playing in the snow, they'd get soaked and make our hands really cold.

That's when us ingenious souls produced the advancement of \/\/al-Mart bags. \/\/e'd put on one pair of socks and then a plastic bag, then the other pair. At least that's what I did. I also used bags on my foot-things to keep them dry. If we were handed an easy button, we'd find a way to make it hard again.

Clues and Finds

UPDATED! BLOGGORED!

that's all I have to say....? question mark?