Nothing to talk about.

Sorry. All I did was un-interesting stuff. So here's a VIDEO I stumbled across.

Damn it people!

SO I HEARD YOU LEIK VACATION?

Yes. Last week I went on vacation. I'll spare you the details. All of them. In fact I'm not even going to tell you where I went. I'm only going to tell you very specific things. Like how I gave myself something to do on the day I had nothing to do.
As you know I have a gash in my leg. Well... that gash became a hole. And somewhere along the line the hole became infected. So around the Wednesday of my vacation I saw that it wasn't any better, Deeper even, so I rode over to the local clinic to get my leg checked out.
Short story shorter: It was infected, I have to PROPERLY bandage it (with actual bandages and cloth tape), apply a topical cream, and take antibiotics. Yay.....

Good news is that I secured a lot of cool stuff! Like...
A HO scale GG1
A HO scale Boxcar
3 crushed pennies (the kind you put into the machine and crank the... crank)
A compass.
A tiny music box. (well not an actual box but what you find in the box that makes the music)
A jar the size of a serving of jelly. (Win.)
AND MUCH MUCH MORE!!!

Other news:

I have recently come to a conclusion. The Internet will never cease to amaze me.
It's so weird. I ether find something horribly graphic, (I.E. Blue Waffles. *shiver*) and then something cuter then I have ever seen. (I.E. The Mean kitty channel on Youtube) I might go searching for something (like a model train made from soda cans) and find something else that's equally awesome as what I was searching for (http://www.flickr.com/photos/23681077@N05/4393890506/in/pool-72787029@N00). Hell, I found a Rubik's cube teacher and got one of the greatest minds on Youtube. (Dan Brown)

All I know, is that at the end of each viewing, I'm always staring flabbergasted at my screen with my mouth wide open thinking... What. The. Crap.




NOTE: I have recently learned how to add titles to my images. I have also decided to abuse this power.

The Internet

Imagine.
Just a few decades ago, people were saying "Hey, I heard about this thing called the Internet!" "Now we can communicate by e-mail! No more letters!"
Now look. The internet is now more then a super highway of information. It has evolved into much more. The internet is a host to a infinite about of sub-cultures, each one adding to the grand scheme of "World Wide Web". If we needed to contact someone in Europe, we used to write letters and send them over the coarse of a few weeks. Now we can just send them a E-mail or an Instant Message.
Imagine how stupid the people who said "This 'Internet' will never be anything big" are feeling right now. Everyone uses the internet. You need to know something, you Google it. Imagine that pulses of energy connect the world together.

Ima on a... Raft.

So Friday, me and my father decided to take a short vacation. We first went down to Scranton penn. and then up to Port Jervis to go canoeing with my Uncle and other people we go canoeing with.
Scranton seamed to be getting nicer, even though though a bunch of the shops had shut down. I guess the combination of the Mall and the economic downturn killed them off. We went to a small hobby shop, which was nice, but a little small. And, of course, we went to steamtown.
For those who don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Steamtown is a Historic site that operates and maintains steam locomotives. Actually, that's the only reason we actually go to Scranton.
When we got there, we paid the $18 dollars for the both of us ($6 dollars entrance fee, $3 for the "Scranton Limited" trip, and times 2 for the two of us) and we set out upon the park. The only trips they were running was 4 "Scranton limited" trips. The Scranton Limited takes you up to the Lackawanna station and back. We tried to get the first trip, but the lady didn't elaborate on the boarding location. Little did we know that the train leaves at the roundhouse and not the platform. Don't worry, we caught the next one. It was a great way to spend 30 minutes. For dinner we went up to a restaurant "The Marvelous Mugs" which is one of the better ones in the area. Or out of it. What ever.
The next day, we went rafting down the Delaware river with my Uncle, my Fathers Friend, his son, My Uncle's Friend, His wife, their daughter, and her friend. My Uncle's Friend and his Wife would go in a canoe, while the rest of us went down the raft. We had some fun. Jumping around. Taking pictures. Me jumping into the water. Pudding pops. Ninja Stars. Getting stuck on rocks. Lunch. Fish jumping out of the water. Dead fish. Bugs. Snakes. Eagles. Nick-Naming. Me jumping off the raft and banging up my leg. Using a sock to stop the bleeding. Me jumping off a cliff with a bleeding leg twice. More blood. Sunburn. Quite honestly the best part of the summer! Now, if you don't mind. I've been away for my computer for to long and I need to start updating all the things that have built up.

For those of you who are curious. And by that I mean nobody. http://www.nps.gov/stea/index.htm

Fear of Private Clogging

Hello those-who-stumble-across-my-blag! I'm sorry for not posting a entry earlier, but that's because I've had nothing to talk about! Look! This entry is about clogging toilets!
Whenever I go to somebody's house, I try not to use the toilet. Ever since I was little I've had a real fear of clogging a toilet that was in someone's house. In my house, sure I can just go down and grab the plunger, and start pumping. In a public restroom, I can just flush and run. But in a different house, I have to go up to the owner of the house, tell them about it, have them stop what they're doing, go get the plunger, mess up their clothes trying to unclog my poo, and worse of all, we have to suffer the awkwardness afterward. I'm dead serious when I say that if I were to clog a toilet that wasn't at my house, I would cry. I'd just shutdown and cry.
That's why it takes me so long to go to the bathroom at parties, I need to stare the toilet down. Make sure it doesn't clog after I leave the room. I sometimes make note of the cut-off valves before I sit down.

Well, I'm sure you probably don't want to hear more. So I'll let you get on with your life. Bye.

Not-So-Funny

So a few of the kids at my school checked out my blog. And you know what they said?

It's boring and I write to much.

So you know what? F**k them. Those little motherf**kers can't read, or don't have the damn attention span to read, what? 3 paragraphs? F**k what they say, I'm better then them anyway. Do they have a blog? No. They like to post pointless statues and talk about boy/girls and friend each other on facebook. Do they put time and effort into their posts? No. Do they re-read each status? No. Do they blog? No. So I'm better then them. If they can't bother to read THREE PARAGRAPHS, or actually have to THINK ON THE INTERNET, then F**k them. They can all suck it.

My Pal James

Well, I have a friend at school. His name is James. He should be reading this right.... now. HEY JAMES. WHAT DO WE HAVE FOR MATH HOMEWORK?

James will one day be a billionaire Movie writer. So one day, I'll point to him on the Television screen and say to my kids "I knew that guy in High School. I was his friend. He was the guy who gave me loads of cash so I could pay my bail. He used to give out bagels at lunch. Real nice guy too. Me, him, and other peoples would do all sorts of cool things."

Okay, enough with the dramatization. I'm not even sure we're friends. He's just some guy I talk to, but he's real nice. I've never seen him pissed off in my life. Now I hope after reading this he doesn't become mad or do something horrible like give me the cold shoulder.

Well, another reason I made this post is because I'm messing with the blog design again. So don't adjust your computer screen, everything is alright. And thank you James, for not getting made\ at this post.