hey weather, whats up?

its october 28 today, its hot and thats not cool. living in raleigh i expect the weather to be weird but this has gone too far. i am a fan of seasons and id like to see some of the fall one please, im talking to you weather. if i was a child and i still thought the man in the tv made the weather i would cry because he was so mean. every other year of my life its felt like fall during fall, but not this time. the weather teased us with its rude tricks a few times and in late september when it finally began cooling down i was happy and thought to myself that the world was doing just fine. next thing i know its october and its hot and terrible things are happening around the globe. i want to gain 500 pounds and sit on the weather until it promises to play nice and do what its supposed to do. i guess it could be global warming and if it is im going to throw things at people who drive any car but a prius and ill give candy to people who walk and ride bikes. i dont think thats what it is though, so weather lets do the right thing and chill out a little.

what if there was an arm growing out of your face

it would be a hard life. you wouldnt be able to control the arm on your face, it would do everything on its own. it would grab things that you had no intention of grabbing. if you were walking down a street it might tickle another man or steal a balloon from a child. you would constantly be apologizing for all of the dirty tricks your facearm would pull. it wouldnt only embarrass you by being mean to others, it would constantly be annoying because of the shenanigans it would carry out on you. it would put gross things in your mouth when you werent looking. it would punch your ears when you need to listen, poke your eyes when you need to see, and slap your face when it was cold out. when you have sleepovers with your friends it would play cruel jokes like putting its stubby armface fingers in a warm glass of water when you fell asleep. all of the other kids would laugh at you. it would be very competitive, so competitive that it would beat small orphans in a game of slaps. then the orphans would cry. you would feel terrible and apologize but they would just call you a meanie and run away, even though you did nothing. you would hate your face arm and cut it off. it would make you happy until you took the bandage off and discovered you now have two facearms. one was puny and it would get picked on by the other. the bully facearm would force the wimpy facearm to arm wrestle with it. the bully arm would have no trouble pinning the teeny arm down. it would pin it right on your broken nose that will never heal because your mean face arm grabs it all the time. eventually you would have no friends because of your facearms awful personality. life would not be pleasent with an arm growing out of your face.

Story Part One

I am writing this letter to you as a last resort to save my best friend. I used to have a friend named Denlin, we have been best friends since the day we were born. He was the most popular person in our high school and he was even famous throughout our little mining town of Gaphole, Tennessee. Everyone who met him loved him. He could cheer up anyone having a bad day with just a smile and a kind word. We did everything together right up to the day he died, actually he was murdered, with a crossbow, by a bear. I realize that doesn't make sense to you, but I can explain. First things first, you should know that this is the year 3010 and the future is very different. We don't have cars or roads like you do because everyone can teleport. Theres no disease and time travel for inanimate objects like this letter has recently become possible. There are no cellphones anymore but we can communicate with anyone across the universe with nanobots that are injected into our blood. These nanobots have also increased human life expectancy up to 359 years and its still growing. You might be thinking that the future sounds pretty good right now and it would be except for one thing. The bears.

http://coolkidshavehikingboots.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-part-two.html --- thats where the rest is if you want it.

30 quality words and some pictures

1. Ingenious
2. Blast
3. Indian
4. Abstract
5. Jujitsu

6. Benign
7. Quack
8. Jingle
9. Mangle
10. Glitter
11. Tower
12. Flagstaff
13. Shroud
14. Humdinger
15. Jelly
16. Gawk
17. Camber
18. Zigzag
19. Ebony
20. Yellow
21. Fluff
22. Bubble
23. Spigot
24. Jumble
25. Heifer
26. Gnome
27. Able
28. Festival
29. Pickle
30. Spoon

brain cakes suck

i had the joy of making a three dimensional representation of the human brain today. for some inexplicable reason i decided it would be easiest if i made it out of cake, i was wrong. it 8:00 now and im not done and i still have two papers to write before tomorrow. you might wonder why im blogging when i have all of this work to get done. im not answering that because i dont want to because i still want to go back downstairs and pulverize the stupid brain cake. i would have been done a while ago had my left hemisphere not tried to commit suicide in my kitchen floor. it took a whole jar of icing to fix it and now it sits, misshapen and unhappy beside the almost perfect right hemisphere. i also had to replace my medulla several times and i nearly body slammed the whole thing when attempting to ice the cerebellum. after all of this im still not finished, i still have to make the key for the whole thing. now im going to go at least try to get some of my other homework done

Beakfast

My favorite meal of the day is breakfast. It always has been, breakfast food is just better than any other type of food. Not only do I like to eat breakfast food I like to make breakfast food. I'd say my favorite food to eat for breakfast are muffins but not just any muffins. There is one kind of muffin in particular that is better in my mind than any other kind.  Giant muffins. But not just any kind of giant muffins, cream cheese flavored giant muffins from sam's. I'm convinced these are the tastiest form of giant muffin in the world. I don't know what it is about these muffins that I like so much and they come in packs of 12 muffins but only four of the twelve are cream cheese cheese. This presents a problem of what to do with the other eight. I've come up with a few solutions to my problem. I can let them dry out a little and throw them at people or my sisters cat or I can give them to homeless people those are the two that come to mind but Ive done other things similar to those and maybe in the future I'll mix them together and throw them at homeless people. I probably won't do that.

Story Part Two

The long history of these unwanted bears began with Grump Gilman. Grump was born on November 11, 1997 and in my opinion, hes done more harm to the human race than any other person to ever walk the earth. Grump grew up loving bears more than anything in the world. His love for bears in addition to his extreme awkwardness made everyone hate him. Grump was a genius but since he had dyslexia and attention deficit disorder he failed school and dropped out at the age of sixteen. A few weeks after Grump dropped out he had the idea to make bears be able to communicate with him so he would have someone to talk to. It began as a hobby but soon it took up every waking moment of his life. He had a few breakthroughs but he suddenly became ill and died having accomplished nothing but teaching a bear sign language. Grump's legacy was left in a pile of old video journals he had kept while conducting his experiments. Several years after he had died his nephews were playing hide and seek in their grandparents house and they found his videos. They began watching them and they thought they were so ridiculous that they put them on the Internet to become the next hit on YouTube. Two years later a young man also named Grump Gilman found these videos and thought it was his destiny to complete Grump's legacy and create a talking bear. The new Grump was far more successful in his experiments than the old Grump. He was doing so well that the US Army hired him and turned his hobby into top secret “Operation Bearclaw.” After nearly 300 years of secret genetic testing and modification Operation Bearclaw reached a dead end. They produced two bear-human hybrids, but they were useless to the Army. One of them was a male and the other a female. Their names were Yogie and Eve, these two barely could be called bears from a scientific perspective because almost all of their dna was replaced with that of humans or chimpanzees. However, they do have a similar physical attributes like the bears you know. They are about the size of an average person and their skin is covered with a soft coat, with colors like you are used to with bears. Their heads and faces look similar to your bears as well, and they can talk but for some reason almost every one of them have very soft, effeminate voices. After Operation Bearclaw ended they planned to terminate Yogie and Eve, but they escaped before the Army had the chance. Yogie and Eve hated humans for what they had done to them in the years of being held captive. They devised a plan to get back at the humans and take over America. As soon as they escaped they went public and after the initial shock, tree-huggers and animal rights activists welcomed them into our culture. Yogie and Eve toured the world, making billions of dollars which allowed them to move to a remote island in the Philippines where they would build an army of thousands of little bear-human babies in secret. They passed on their hatred for humans to these offspring and when they were full grown they launched their attack on America. It immediately failed but because people are stupid they were welcomed back into our society. Years passed and the bears welcome wore off and they were moved into bear-ghettos where food was scarce and hardly any of them had the opportunity for an education. As a result of this almost all of the bear youth were involved in violent bear gangs. These gangs seemed somewhat harmless at first because of the bears inability to sound threatening due to their soft, lispy voices. No one took them seriously so nothing was done until it was too late. By the time we discovered the heinous crime and living conditions of the ghettos there was nothing that could be done. They were beyond help and the population in the ghettos went up almost 600% because of welfare. Even though it was a lost effort from the start the government tried to fix the bears by taking them out of the ghettos and putting them in good communities throughout the country. Unfortunately, Gaphole was one of these communities. They stormed into our quiet town with their ridiculous bear-thug behavior and little girl voices. Nobody wanted them here and they didn't want to be here. They were forced into our school. Apparently several of them were members of opposing gangs. Recently a museum was opened in our town and we were given extra-credit to take the opening day tour. The whole school was there and as Denlin and I walked through the primitive hunting exhibit we saw of the two bears from the opposing gangs begin to get a little scruff. Everyone always liked to watch these because their raspy little girl voices made them hilarious. As I watched the speech impaired whisper fight, along with everyone else in the room, I heard a zing sound from behind me. I turned just in time to see Denlin jump in front of we and take a crossbow arrow to the chest. A little girl bear who had been left unsupervised had picked up the ancient crossbow, which was loaded for some inexplicable reason, and as she awkwardly fumbled it between her paws it fired. The arrow was headed strait for me and Denlin saved my life. Right before he died I promised him I would make things right. That is why I have written this letter and sent it back in time for you. I need you to find Grump Gilman and become his friend so he never has to make friends with a bear. It is very important that you do this for me and if my friend is returned to me I promise to send the scores of the next 300 Super Bowl games in my next letter.

colorku-evil

my mom really likes sudoku she does them all the time when she watches tv instead of actually watching

it. I don't know who, but someone gave her a gift one year called colorku. it's sudoku with a Wooden board and color balls that are used like the numbers in a normal sudoku puzzle. Personally I think sudokus are the most difficult thing japan has ever created. I can't even complete the easiest ones. Whoever made the colorku is an evil genius. Evil because its even more difficult than regular sudoku and they are only a genius if they can complete it because it really does take a genius. I've tried a couple of times but I always end up just just making patterns with the balls, which is actually very entertaining and even more difficult than actually doing the puzzle. i usually just quit and use the couch for what it was made for, sleeping and watching tv. also it's fun to throw them at my cat.

My cat just hunted fingernail clippers...

She started on one side on the couch, clippers lying on the other side. She starred at them for a while before slowly getting up and moving in her hunting pose. I thought she was coming for me but when she got closer I could tell where she was going. My mom was busy yelling at the football game on the tv..her team is still losing, I don't think she learned her lesson, now theyre losing worse. Anyway she missed out on the funniest thing my sleep deprived brain has seen all day. The cat pounced, smacked the clippers in the floor, jumped a foot in the air and two feet backwards and turned and ran into the next room. After she ran in she immediately turned and walked back leisurely to the couch and went to sleep. Now shes rolling on a towel.

english class

i am not a fan of english class. mostly because i dont like english. i wish i spoke a different language like any kind of chinese or at least had a sweet accent to compliment my english language. i can fake a accent pretty well but its not the same and i always feel like everyone can tell. i know of a way that i could not be english anymore. i could learn a foreign language and move to wherever this language is spoken. eventually i would be so emersed in the culture of this foreign land that i would completely forget that i ever came from america and life would be good.