COOKIES!

a few days ago. blake found cookies on the ground, so we ate them...

(thats not racist)

it was well worth it

final solution

today, blake, my mom, emaly, and myself, all went on an adventure. well, we went to a record store.
knowing that everyone who works at the record store is all white supremacists (the name of the store is VINYL solution...) we expected some interesting stuff... but not nearly as interesting as what we saw... when we first walked in we saw two employs glaring at Emaly, probably for not having blond hair... also, i noticed hidden swastikas everywhere, but i continued to the pink floyd section. once there, i found two pink floyd bootlegs, one of which had completely unreleased tracks (scream thy last scream and vegetable man). the other record... was in German, only released in Germany, and was part of Hitlers private pink floyd collection. so i bought it. i now own a record that Hitler touched... glkjhs;f;g gd

also, my friend brock... is part cow (in a good way)

 

bleh

my dad stole my keyboard and to now i have to use an onscreen keyboard, so i might not post until i get it back... Hey look at that... found to keyboard, well ignore everything i just said...

Spongebob

Made By: Emaly Hunter

SpongeBob   -_-

Captain: Are you ready kids

Kids: Aye Aye Captain.

Captain: I can't hear you.

Kids: Aye Aye Captain!

Captain: OHHHHHHH

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

Kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

Captain: Absorbant and yellow and porous is he!

Kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

Captain: If nautical nonsense be something you wish!

Kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

Captain: Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!

Kids: SpongeBob SquarePants!

Captain: Ready?

Captain and Kids: SpongeBob SquarePants, SpongeBob SquarePants,

SpongeBob SquarePants!

Captain: SpongeBob SquarePaaaaannttss!!!

Captain: AHA HA HA HA !!!!

Spongebob: (Whistle)

Today was good! I saved a puppy from a fire today.

Made a Picture. à

Et au revoir
 

water

water. Water. WAter. WATer.WATEr. WATER. WATER? WATER?! WATER!?!??!?!? WATER!!!!?!?!??!?!?!

water.


water.


water.


waaaaateeeeerrr


wa  a  a  a  a  a  ater
    a  a  a  a  a  a

water?
wate?
wat?
wa?
w?
w?
wa?
wat?

wate?
water?!?
WATER!
water.


de l'eau?
de l'eau.

water.

i should do adds...

everything

why does mango ruin everything? i don't know...

today was finals day #1, my acc geometry y chem finals.

for the geometry final, we took a test... but the person in front of me finished within the 1st 30 mins and then was on his I-touch the whole rest of the time. he was also playing the dumbest game EVER.
the goal was to get a monkey over a rock and collect bananas, but he never got past the 1st rock.
i dont know whats worse, him playing it for almost 2 hours and not getting past the 1st level, or me watching him.

T'day

Jason:wanna write a blog post for me on my blog, im too busy to do it myself


Brock:I suppose I could.
Should I just write it here and you can copy and paste.


Jason:sure


Brock:Ok.
" Preface: What is the world coming to? Here I type, I a wise-old actor/writer have been commissioned to fill in for my highschool pal's blog entry. The following is an attempt to honor his blog-legacy: *ahem* Brock F. Powell, guest writer, proudly presents: Jason's Tuesday. --

yes, this really happened 

Brock: Did you get that?


Jason: yeah


Brock: oh bother. I finished it but it wont let me send the whole thing.
email?


Jason: oh, yes
drewdrums4him@gmail.​com

Brock: ...UAHKOEIRUHGWQ
I just copy and pasted your email and lost the copy of the blog post.
--Can I go home now?


Jason: fine

wambo

im thinking. uggghhh jason, ble 

more stupid people

i promised myself that i will never post about another stupid person again, but i lied.

today in world history, we took short notes about the end of WWI, and we talked about how the war helped the United States economy... so someone asked if our economy was doing so well because of the gold rush...
in 1920, after WWI...

earth, from space.

ok...

When you're strange

The tax man's taken all my dough
Faces look ugly when you're alone
the sofa in San Tropez
Streets And Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
When you're strange Sipping at my ice cold beer
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Owning a home with no silver spoon
In the summertime, in the summertime
In the summertime, in the summertime
When you're strange

you all need help, all of you, for more than one reason, you all don't know your
you're
yore
yore? what does that mean, hold on.................  yore: pleasing or attractive to the eye; or... Spanish painter and illustrator...

those are two very different things and i don't believe either of them to be correct.

also, for those of you who love in Minnesota, im sorry i didn't get to post earlier today, i was at....
>.<
never mind.

none of this made any sense at all

Shamgar.

Shamgar, son of Anath. He killed six hundred Philistines with an ox goad. shamgar may very well be among the coolest people ever. oh, by the way, an ox goad is a stick.

today i was going to go on an adventure, but i got vertigo, so im going to write about the adventure i had last week.... no im not, im going to make up a story.

last week on Marten Luther King Jr.'s birthday or what ever, me, my brother, and my favorite person EMALY!!! AHAHAHA!!! went on a quest to find a record, more specifically, the final cut. so off we went, first we went to the "lab", and all they had was some cool t-shirts, a phonograph, and some broken accordions....anddddddd a record store! but it was closed so we moved on, eventually i won my record by fighting a giant and trading its heart for the album.
i also drew a picture of a bear. see:

i actually stole this pic, the website i got it from had a warning not to share any of the pictures because they want us to pay money to look at their art. the ironic thing was they put the image on google and made it so i can copy the image and put it on my blog, thanks for being stupid website. either that or im very good at drawing.

different

im sorry i didn't post yesterday, i was in a coma.

also my virtual boy came, at first it didn't work, but then it worked, weird huh...

one time i was at school, and i noticed two freshmen getting into a fight, so i called over my friends and we patiently watched to see who was going to throw the first punch. we watched as they were calling each other names and getting closer to each other's  face, but i noticed something different about them... something odd, and it was not just the fact that the names they were calling each other were names such as "poop head" or "poop butt". no, there was something off... then i realized that, they, um.... were.... ree....tards....
and so i looked around at everyone else watching and started to walk away, until i heard one say to the other "YOU RETARD!" and that got my attention. i turned back around and heard the other say "YEAH WELL YOU ARE TOO!" and this really got my attention. all of a sudden the crowed grew double its original size and then i saw one... slap... the other. i walked away after that.

really the best you can do to your friend that called you a retard is to lightly slap them on the hand?!?! oh well.

this reminds me of a bible story, more when i wake from my coma

brain damage

today in Spanish class, we took a test. i decided to alternate color pens from black to blue to confuse my teacher. that will teach her to give me tests. also, I... did something else. i forgot.

because i was bored i will pick three songs, take their lyrics, and write a new song using only those lyrics. great idea isn't it...

also I did a lab in my chem class, any for the lab we had to count 100 MNM's  and my lab partner though the best way to do so was to take four cups, and drop 25 in each, write 25 on a paper so she would not forget, and then put them all in one cup, which after she dumped them out and did it again. that wouldn't usually bother me except the sound of mnm's into a paper cup is SO ANNOYING. and she ended up skrewing up the lab and making up data anyways, but she let me keep 15 of the mnm's, which were stolen from me in passing period.

remember, dont kill children anymore

magic man

  was running. arrows shot past my face as i turn around to just glance at the dark figure chasing me. he was tall, thin, and he appeared to be floating, or gliding, rater than running. i look back ahead of me and kept on running.

the man and the lighthouse

yesterday i was taking a shower like normal. i turned on the water and got in, but then i noticed a spider in the counter. i got out of the shower and looked at the spider. it was a brown spider. the spider looked at me with its sad eyes, as if he had just lost his favorite record. i felt sympathy for the little spider, and let him play on my brothers toothbrush. i then got back into the shower, but i still watched the spider. he seemed to be enjoying his new toothbrush, but he still was not satisfied. i saw him climb off the brush and towards a pile of white powder (witch i think is ant killer) and i realized that we was going to kill himself. i shouted at the little sad spider not to do it. he looked up at me and found something, he found a friend. he ran from the powder, down the counter and onto my shirt that was on the ground. he looked at me, then at the powder, then back at me. he ran up the counter and went into the sink and looked down the drain. he climbed out and looked at me for hope or reason with his sad eyes. he took a few steps forward opened his mouth and almost spoke. he cried out his hopes, his dreams. he looked at me for approval, i nodded. the little man turned and ran into the lighthouse on the counter. he sprinted up the little stairs and leaned over the balcony at the top. i got out of the shower and ran over to greet him. he started crying, i cried with him, and he thanked me, he thanked me for being his friend. i then thanked him, for i have learned more than anyone can ever imagine from this little spider. i got dressed, said the spider goodbye and went on our way. i will see the spider again, someday.

this is a 100% true story, in more ways than one.

READ MY BLOG DREW!

Add caption... i guess i should add a caption...

i drew david bowie on paint.

today is the day that MLK did some crazy stuff and decided to have MLKJ! some guy who did some stuff also. and then came DAVID BOWIE!!! and david bowie is the coolest person ever. EVER. except maybe Syd Barrett, or Harrison ford. well my dad is hungry and you all know how he gets when he's hungry... right?  today i want you to do something, i want you to buy a cake and not share with anyone except for your...


black friend. 

music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDU8FWJrZEA&feature=related

need i say more?

yesterday was winter formal, so i played air hockey. right now its sunday and im on my blog any tomorrow is Monday, then Tuesday and on tuesday im getting my virtual boy. after tuesday its, ummm tuesday again, then tuesday... then friday.

i drew a picture

today i...

today i.......    i did nothing.

today i went to the woods, i sat on a moss covered rock and i watched fish swim in the nearby river. i looked up into the trees and saw the birds happily flying by. i saw a deer eating some grass. everything was happy and calm. things were the way they should be. i then stood up, unzipped my bag, took out my gun, and killed everything. i killed the deer, the trees, the happy birds, the fish, the river. i then proceeded to light the nearby cottage on fire. things were the way they should be, dead and on fire.

really i did nothing today

stupid people

i dont like stupid people, they are stupid... anywayssss...

there is a stupid person in my english class, well most of them are stupid, but there is one in particular...
well, i dont know if he is stupid, like, stupid stupid, but he squats in his chair instead of sitting, his clothes are too small and look like they have not been washed,well not they look clean, just, like,,,, (he looks silly),, , , , you know what i mean, like he... does stuff. the real reason i posted this is because i cant get over him squatting in his chair instead of sitting, maybe his butt is broken or something.

i guess the moral of this story is dont squat in chairs or else i will blog about you.

i also drew a picture, but its a secret picture, and its a secret.

LSD

its 10:40 and im tired, so here is what im going to say:

drugs are bad for you and make you seee flying frogs and it makes it look like the sun is a very scary thing. anyways don't do drugs. along these lines... my brother found a game called LSD, THE GAME! its where you go into a magic dream land and walk around, its really scary at some parts but at other parts it feels like everything is so happy and nice. now its 10:42

anyways, because some of you suck at google translate, here is my story in english:

This morning I woke up and noticed somthing different, my room was suddently usually white black, and also noticed a new roommate, and I noticed "John" the name tattooed on his face. despite the changes that I was in my day as usual dress brushing teeth, and my eyes inceretes. then i proceesed the elevator that was to take me to the cafeteria for coffee, but a lady I never saw before blocked my way. So I waited and she just paciently staired, and then I attempeted to manover around her, but she moved to, once again, blocking my way. At this point I was ready to just push it aside, but then suddently I realized who it was and what was here. I asked her excuses and just shook his head and took me. she took me to a rood of which I have not seen fot 27 years. a room that I've seen bot Sience i first entered this place. the room where i check, and now will finally review. the room was small, dark, and had a table where i fill out a form on my basic information. Name: Arroyo Silverman. Date of birth: 12/18/37. and eye color: red. the lady took the paper and then died.....

PART II

When I finished my papers and handed it to Lady (I recognized her last name Betty), it kratkootskaniroval him, nodding his head, and when she finished she looked at me and told me zhdattam. She got up, left the small room and returned with two cups of coffee. She handed mnechashku. I said thank you and cautiously took a sip. it was very hot coffee. and I drank it, onapodnyala cup, so I would spill all over my clothes on. She laughed and asked if I was ready, finally, to return home. I nodded, and coffee burned me too ill to make pravilnyyotvet. She nodded and gave me the leash so that I would not go astray.

 it seemed that all the 7 or 8 minutes, until we reached the car, but it was more like 5 or 6 minutes, in fact, still, I'm tired. Unfortunately, her truck was only one place, then drugievoditeli, and her iguana was with her, so I got the pleasure of riding on the bottom of the truck. It was a long trip. at least 30 minutes. maybe 35. but in the end I made it home, ksvoey family. back to my wife Olga and son ... My son! I forgot the name of my son! was that, Jorge? no. Mac? no. was Maggie? Thats not a girl name. it was ... James! Yes, I think his name was James! Yes James, all the young boys named James. anyway .... as yaclimed of the car, I saw a familiar face in my window, they waited for my arrival. As soon as I nachalnashu ladder tward the door, my family ran out and were all dead!

i guess that did not make a lot of sense... oh well. i guess this is my post for today

OMGIJSAACLOTWTTDATAD!!!!!!

ok, today as i was going to the doctor after school, it was my first time driving on the freeway by the way, we noticed that there were NO cars on the opposite side of the freeway, not even a cop car. anyways the traffic on our side slowly grinded to a halt and eventually every one was going around zero, some were going back and forward as if they thought that would help something. well, we were stopped for around 15 minutes until we noticed a private plane flying really low. as it got closer we realized, it was not going back up, it was going to try and land. franticly we (me, my mom my younger brother matthew and phillip) all sprinted out and away from out Saturn and towards the other side of the road, it was around then when we noticed a dog running in the direct path of the plane. following the dog, was its oblivious owner, trying to save his dog from the nonexistent oncoming traffic. the plane proceeded to follow its path towards the freeway despite the man. it was seconds after the man finally looked up after many pedestrians shouting and frantically yelling, that impact was made. there was a giant ball of flame that singed the nearby trees, and caused car alarms to go off. paramedics were on the scene before the smoke even fully cleared. we could see fireman carry a mangled dog off the wreak. then a small girl, whose blue eyes stared lifelessly into space, whose normally black hair tipped in red crimson blood. whose limbs torn, and hands completely gone. next was a man who looked as if, other than some cuts, was all right. but he appeared to be crying about his lost dog. last, was the pilot, but after several minutes, he never came, a few more minutes, no pilot. finally we saw a man being carried out on a stretcher, it looked as though he was dead, but the paramedics carried him as though there was at least a little hope, the last thing we saw was a man with a defibrillator running towards the man before he was carried out of sight. we waited for thirty minutes until we were escorted off the freeway into safety. my mom was interviewed and then we set for home.

thats what i did today...

the amazing story pt II

this is part II of my amazing story, if you have not yet read part I then go do so.


this time my story will be in Russian. again sorry about the translation errors.

Когда я закончил документы и передал его леди (я последний узнал ее имя Бетти), она краткоотсканировал его, кивая головой, и когда она закончила она оглянулась на меня и сказал мне, ждатьтам. она встала, вышла из маленькой комнаты и вернулся с двумя чашками кофе. она протянула мнечашку. я сказала спасибо и осторожно сделал глоток. он был очень горячий кофе. и я пил ее, онаподняла кубок, так что я бы разлива во всем на моей одежде. Она засмеялась и спросила, готов ли я, наконец, вернуться домой. я кивнул, для кофе сжег мне слишком плохо, чтобы сделать правильныйответ. Она кивнула и дала мне поводок так, что я бы не заблудиться.

казалось, что все 7 или 8 минут, пока мы добрались до машины, но это было больше похоже 5 или 6 минут на самом деле, все же, я устал. к сожалению, ее грузовика было только одно место, то другиеводители, и ее игуана был с ней, так что я получил удовольствие от езды на дне грузовика. Это была долгая поездка. по крайней мере 30 минут. может быть, 35. но в конце концов я сделал его домой, ксвоей семье. обратно к моей женой Ольгой и сыном ... сын мой! Я забыл имя моего сына! была в том, Хорхе? нет. Mac? нет. было Мэгги? не Thats девушки имя. это было ... Джеймс! Да я полагаю, что его имя было Джеймс! да Джеймс, все молодые мальчики по имени Джеймс. любом случае .... как яclimed из машины я увидел знакомые лица в моем окне, они ждали моего приезда. как только я началнашу лестницу tward дверь, моя семья выбежала и все умерли!

the endmore tomorrow also, if you dont happen to speak Russian then here is the alphabet: http://www.friends-partners.org/oldfriends/language/russian-alphabet.html you can figure it out  

Virtual boy

i just bought a virtual boy, if you dont know what that is look it up.

anyways... i wrote a story for everyone who speaks Galician,

Esta mañá eu acordo e entender somthing diferentes, o meu cuarto, normalmente branco foi suddently negro, e tamén notei un novo compañeiro de cuarto, e eu notei "JOHN" o nome tatuado no seu rostro. a pesar dos cambios que eu fun no meu día, como de costume vesti cepillo os dentes, e inceretes meus ollos. i entón proceesed o ascensor que estaba a levar-me para o comedor para o café, pero unha señora que eu nunca vin antes obstruído o meu camiño. Entón eu esperei paciently e ela só staired, e entón eu attempeted para manover en torno a ela, pero ela mudouse para, unha vez máis, bloquear o meu camiño. Neste momento eu estaba preparado para só empurra-la de lado, pero entón eu entender suddently quen era eo que estaba aquí. Pedín desculpas e ela só balance a cabeza e me levou. ela me levou a un Rood dos cales eu non vin fot 27 anos. un cuarto que eu teño visto bot sience i entrou por primeira vez neste lugar. a sala onde i facturación, e agora será finalmente revisar. o cuarto era pequeno, escuro, e tiña unha mesa onde i encher un formulario da miña información básica. nome: Silverman Arroyo. data de nacemento: 12/18/37. e cor de ollos: vermello. a señora colleu o papel e despois morreu

THE END
i feel like it got too long, more tomorrow. also this may not translate right...

me

hi, my name is jason williams, i live at 13672 hillunder lane off of heil goldenwest, my zip code is 92345 CA.
about me; i play tetris... i have a new blog... and i like pink floyd and and and bla bla bla im listening to the doors right now.

you should send me money.

by the way thats not my real address.

please subscribe all of you people who happen to read my blog, please

I MADE A BLOG AMY

amy, this is for you...