The complaining post, feel free to leave a complaining comment.

You know, everyone has there own pet peeves (and for those of you who are as dumb as I, peeves are not animals, they are in fact things that annoy us personally, and individually). Most are usually pretty weird. For example, some people get annoyed with others, putting toilet paper on the roller thingy upside down, and others picking their nose, or finding batteries laying on the ground. As weird as they may sound to others I am sure that they are sane and rational in the owners mind. My pet peeves are not at all weird and are perfectly rational. For instance it annoys me when I am in a vehicle with a person that purposely drives with one hand. Their other hand is not being occupied with any thing else, but some how one handed driving is in there mind proof that they are a experienced and confident driver. Convenient stores also annoy me, namely local turkey hills. The reason being is that every one knows one another, as great as this may sound on days when there is only one cashier it always seems that the person ahead of me wants talk to the cashier. Lottery ticket people also irritate me, first of all is the fact they they are idiotic enough to buy them. Secondly it seems the most of them purchase the tickets then proceed to stand at the counter and scratch there scratch offs. Now it is even more interesting to stand there and watch the awkward look on the cashiers face because she doesn't have the courage to tell to get there ticket scratching rear ends out of the way.  She finally directs me to the next counter and there is another individual scratching there tickets, but since this counter is wider we can at least work around the ticket scratcher. Now the whole time the scratcher person gives me annoyed looks, I must be his pet peeve, and you know what the though of that makes my day. Now it would be really interesting if I could find this individuals blog, and find that he/she complains about people that distract him/her from there ticket scratching. Now I have many more pet peeves, it would take to long. Though to be kind I will allow you to post your complaints in the comment box.  It will make my day if I am involved with any of them.

I'm a Rebel

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Don't think pleasant thoughts

I had the privileged of reading A William Wordsworth poem for my literature course. The work they selected was called Lines written in Early Spring. Now to me that sounds like a happy joy joy kind crap that we are use to. It begins by talking about how he sat in a grove and heard thousands of blended notes. Then it gets real strange. He then states that this brings pleasant thoughts to mind, and that the pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts. That kind of defeats the purpose of pleasant thoughts. Now I will be paranoid every time I think of puppies, rainbows, and turkeyhill ice cream. Me and these poets have something in common neither of us proof read our writing to see if it actually makes sense. So I justify myself by thinking that these guys got published and they didn't make sense, and I am not published so I must be pretty good (for a non published guy). Then to top things off Lord Bryon begins his poem Darkness by stating "I had a dream, which was not at all a dream". So what I understand is that he said all that just to inform us he didn't have a dream. Either that or contradicting ones self is common in poetry. I am sure there is some explanation for Lord Bryon's intro, but to sit and think about it is a waste of my time. So is writing this blog.

Absense is golden

It concerns me that Eli is no longer posting new material on his blog. Matter of fact he is not posting any material on his blog. His absence leads me to on conclusion, he had his 19th nervous breakdown, and was committed to a institution. I always find that term committed funny or example,"I made a commitment to go to a asylum". Doesn't make sense. here is one that does,"I was forcible placed in the custody of a mental institution". Though when you look at it whether you want to or not you are committed to staying the duration of your visit to the asylum. So Eli, who is most likely ashamed of this, is using the excuse that his blog is experiencing technical difficulties. Bad excuse, a more feasible excuse would be a sick goat, or that he contracted mad cow disease, or his brothers broke his typing hand(s). So I would ask that every one write get well letters in his comment place. Not that his presence is necessary but it is nice to have a free comical target to practice lame jokes on. Here's one, A Eli walks into a goat the person behind him ducks ba dum dum. Not really funny right? It was just to prove my point, I was not liable to make you laugh, I HAVE NO LEGAL TIES TO YOU, I AM A FREE MAN. Maybe the fact that they're not funny makes them funny or just pathetic. Anyhow I am sure that Eli will be released any day now. When he returns we don't need to mention that I revealed his real reason for his blogging leave.

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Just a general announcement you can now comment anonymously.

Dilapidated Penguins

Today was the science part of our pssa's. Surprisingly enough it was not as bad as the other sections like math and reading. Though the sheer monotony of doing the same thing for 4 days has really taken its toll on me. I know this because I asked to go to the bathroom 5 times in 4 hours just to get up. Around the third time I was starting to get funny looks from the teachers, and they would stick there head into the bathroom and ask if I was ok. Most of the time I spent trying to make air planes out of toilet paper, and that doesn't work. So after making some appropriate bathroom noise to convince the teacher/babysitter I was indeed using the bathroom for the purpose that God made them for, I headed back to the testing room. Now most of my test was actually made up of environmental science questions. For some of the questions we would have to read a essay about a experiment or a scientific study of a organism or plant, then answer question pertaining to the essay. So one of the essays was about a disorder in penguins that prevented them from growing down and feathers. Just the thought of bald penguins was enough to make me crack up, but I restrained myself so that I would not disturb the 20 other kids. Now I have no idea whether this disorder actually effects penguins, but for the rest of the test all I could think of was bald penguins. Anyone who attended the test probably went home and told there parents about the weird kid that was staring in to space laughing about something. Maybe it doesn't sound funny, but if you were as bored as I was you would probably laugh at anything. When I say anything that even includes the really lame jokes the teachers tell in hopes the kids will not get too bored and turn cannibalism to entertain themselves. So as I sat in my chair, having already complete my section of the test I sat and though of vocabulary words that described bald sickly penguins. The word dilapidated crossed my mind, and I just about burst into hysterical laughter. The word dilapidated seemed funny to me. What was even more funny was dilapidated penguins are two words that are not commonly used together. Another reason I was trying to get myself to laugh because if I didn't I would have probably cried, because just before this I had used up all my supply of food and bathroom breaks. Now by this point I new I could soon leave, or at least I really hope because i had run out of synonyms for dilapidated. I had also become bored with trying to guess the original hair color of all the girls with odd colored hair. Which there seemed to be a lot of them. Finally after the teachers where satisfied that we were all done (and no one was peer pressured into finishing the test just because every one else was done) they let us out. Well the drivers could leave, which included me. The other kids that did not drive had to wait for parents, poor souls. One thing that really drives me nuts is when your in line to sign out and a girl steps in front of you. Then after a while she turns looks back at you and says "oh, did I cut in line", my first reaction is "yes you did cut in line and I would appreciate if you would haul it on back to the end of the line". Although I am to nice to do that and I let her stay where she is, but before you know it two of her friends decided to join her. This does not bother me too much because I know I will be driving away into the sunset in 2 minutes. They will probably be driving in the other direction away from the sunset making them less awesome then I am.