What can I do with all these effing papers.

Well I feel like shit. Well... less shitty then the shit I've felt when my life turned to shit for a few shitty days, but I still feel like shit. I'll eventually get over it. Life moves on, and as the 20 or so people who I've asked said life does get better. So why not just bitch about other things completely unrelated to my temporary sadness.
As most of you know, I'm a student. I go to school in the morning and come home at night. I learn for a few hours, do some work, then do some homework when I return to my little cave of solitude. I take tests and do projects.
And that's where something really annoys me. I take 20 or so tests a month. And I get every. Last. One. Back.
I can understand that some children want to bring back their good grades for their parents to look at, but I usually get good grades, thus my parents expect it and I don't get a pat on the back unless I ask for it (not to say I WANT a pat on the back). So when I get these papers back, I just throw them in my bag. They marinate there for a week until it builds up enough that I finally throw them all out. What a waste right?
I've started to just toss them as soon as the teacher looks away. Projects are even worse. Who the hell wants to carry a poster-board home? Fuck that. I toss it out on the way out of the school.
To be honest I think there should be a recycle center. A place where kids can drop their old poster-board for use by other students. A bit a scratching off some tape and WHAM good as new. Save our landfills. Booya.
To deal with the paper is simple: we use it to insulate our underwear. I can't tell you the number of times I've left my fly open and I lose all feeling in my happy place.

Books.

You know, books are a great metaphor for friendship. You usually find them by coming across them at a shop, or another friend recommends them. Then you start out, carefully treading around each other trying to get each others boundries. You slowly move in with curiosity to see who they really are, and if you actually like them. And most of the time you do. So you two head off together gaining trust and experience. You're consoled by your friend, and by a book. They give you strength when your heart is feeble, they give you love when your heart is broken. They bolster your spirits when your feel weak, and they give you advice when your mind's gone blank. Sure, now and then you may argue. Disagreeing on how things should be done; leaving both parities exhausted. So you put your book to the side for a bit and play some TF2 to blow off some steam. And like a good friend, you'll always pick up a good book again.
The plot rises up, and you're soon engulfed in a massive adventure, the big one. You reach the height of the book and explode. Laughter and sadness and joy and anger all flow into one moment when everything comes together and you and your friend are at the best time of your lives. But then things slow down. And your lives grow on, and away from each other. And then you look at the pages and see the number of pages left shrink. So you talk. Talk about what's going to happen and if everything is going to be alright. And it is. Just you're not going to be with that person anymore. Finally, you break out into tears when you hug your friend and read the last paragraph of your book, before they board the train to forever. They won't come back, they shouldn't come back. Sequels are unnecessary for something as good as that friendship, the most you can do is see each other over coffee and talk about memories. Then you read the last sentence as the train pulls away and watch as it travels into the distance as your eyes move over the final words: The end.

Then you must pick up a new book. And trust me. They're plenty more books left to read, even if they're not THAT book, they're still good ones. Ones with their own plot and flavor of friendship. And they'll end too. But you'll always have the storys you read, they can never take the memories from you. Unless you're apart of some loony government conspiracy or suffer head trauma. In which case you should consult a doctor or perhaps a physiologist.

And explanation for my dissapearance.

Boy meets girl.
Boy likes girl.
Boy to shy to admit he likes girl.
-hopeful optimism-
Girl doesn't like boy like that.
Boy blatantly ignores this.
Friend slaps boy across face.
Boy see's girl not interested for real.
-More blatant ignorance-
Fortune cookie says girl not interested.
Friend reiterates this.
Boy sad.
Boy hopeful for at least a friendship.

Also: I got Minecraft. I haven't seen the sun in weeks.

Here we go.

So I've hit the point in Fallout:NV where I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. I have to chose my loyalty, and have to consider what my effects my actions will have later on in the game. The issue is, I have no fucking idea what I'm doing. So I have about 4 choices-
-Become a Socialist (Mr. House)
-Become a Extreme Republican (NCR)
-Become a 15th Century Catholic (Caesar's Legion)
-Look at the Fallout Wiki.
One way or another, I'm an asshole. So chances are I'm just going to walk into Caesar's camp and shoot the bastard while I still have my sanity.

Fallout: New Vegas

It's here. See you in a few weeks.

My plant wants to kill me in my sleep.

Hello peoples.


When I was little, my mother would tell me that if I played with her plants (notably Heart Leaf Philodendrons, which are essentially vines that hang down RIGHT BY MY SEAT AT THE DINNER TABLE.) they would slowly grow towards where I sit during dinner, and strangle me when nobody was looking. I never believed her, but I still feel a little nervous when I find a vine resting on my shoulder.
My mother has had these plants since college, and like one or two summers ago one of the plants got into a separate pot and took root. So I snipped them apart and ta-da! My very own plant. Sure, I could have just bought one but... what fun would that be?

So on Sunday I brought in my plant so it doesn't die in the freezing cold (like my other plants) and it now rests by my bed.


Why do I have a cane? Funny story really. Oh well, maybe another blog.

Note how I placed the long part towards me, and not the light, so it will grow AWAY from my face.

Speaking of my face. I have decided to post another picture of me. With a cane. And a hat. And a creepy face.


So this is also the last thing any stalkers will see before I ram my cane into their forehead.

I hoped you enjoyed this! NOW COMMENT BEFORE I STOP DOING THE SHIT.

You have to burn the rope

Nothing much to talk about except that I'm busy playing TF2 after the update. Gotta earn all those new hats right?

So I've decided to talk about my travels around the internet. This week: The greatest game in the world.

I discovered this game during my travels in the land of Youtube. The locals nearly worshiped it, each one with a shrine to it on their channel. I had to do many trials before they posted a link to it. I had to survive horrible walkthroughs, watch terrifying vlogs, and even participate in a "guest appearance" in a "The idiots of gmod" rip-off. I still wonder how I survived.
After passing the many, MANY trials the natives put me through, they finally let me into on of the game's many resting places; Newgrounds.com. I passed through the veil of a loading screen to a button that said "Click to start."
When my character spawned I awed at the amazing graphics. The complex controls were almost too hard to master, but eventually I got the hang of them. The weapons would have been WAY too powerful, had the enemies not been so tough.
I played for hours on end, crawling my way up to the final level. I quickly solved the maze, which lead to the final boss's resting place. Then I... well, I rather not spoil it for you. But it was the most EPIC fight in the history of video game fights, it took all my skill to defeat him. And I nearly died in the process.

So here's a link to "You have to burn the rope", A.K.A the greatest game in the world. Just be glad I didn't put you through the trials like I was.

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/432872

I'm glad that you read this.
But how are you going to spend the rest of this day?
Maybe watch a video.
Maybe press refresh and read again.

Yes it's over now.
I didn't want to write a longer blog.
This is it I swear it's true. Oooo Ooo Ooo Oo.