Da da da da da six sodas da da da da six sodas....

and Im the only drinker, ya!!

I got a six pack of sodas, and Im happy. Not much else to say except HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YIPEEE!!!!!! THANK GOD!!!!!! YESSSS!!!!

Sims 3 Anticipation

ITS ALMOST HERE!!! JUST ONE MORE WEEK!!!! OMG!!!

This is for you Will Wright (creator of the sims)

Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich

I am officially a true tri-lingual!! First Spanish, then English, and now (drum roll) GERMAN!!!!! Sure, its just the first line of Nena's hit 99 luft ballon, but that works!! I can use that for so much, for example here's a dialogue.

-sprechen ze deutsch?

-Has du etwas zit fur mich!

Then he would know I speak German. Like I said tri-lingual.

This is for you Nena, for teaching me German;

Where are the bathrooms?? A tale of Springfield, hasidic jews, urinals, and a dirty look

It all started on a field trip to New Salem (hometown of Lincoln). As we were getting out, unseen by us, so were a group of hasidic Jews. If you don't know what I'm talking about here is a picture;



One other thing you should know is that the whole place, New Salem that is, has actors all around pretending they live in that time. So we were all walkin' around the village talking to the actors and I go up to what I think is suppose to be a colonial woman and ask "Hey, you work here! So, I was wondering if you knew how to get the old woodworking shop and if there's a mens room around there. She looked at me all strange and said "Mens room?" I thought she was just sticking to her acting thing pretending she didn't know what mens rooms are so I decided I'd play along with her and said "You know, like sinks I think you call them? They have little moons on the door? She kept on staring at me and I said, starting to get a bit frustrated with her "act" and said "Toilets? Urinals? a sign with a blue man on it? And thats when I realized it there was a group of similarly dressed men and women, the men with these ginormo beards, and I realized she was no actor. I especially noticed a blond bearded man who I assume was the woman's husband giving me a look that said; I spend my days cutting wood and working, so I could take you anywhere anytime, kid."I just said "uhh... sorry," I said sorry the canadian way (suery) so that they would possibly take pity on someone who isn't from here. I don't think it worked. As we were boarding the bus to go home, I saw the hacidic jews one more time, and maybe it was just my imagination, but I think they were all glaring at me.

The Embarassing Truth Of How I Nearly Died Today

I nearly died today, and it was all my dearest daddy's fault. You see, we were on our way to pick up some delicious Chinese food from Jade Dragon, the best restaurant here in Hinsdale, and me and my dad were listening to some music. As the car stereo blared out Al Stewart's 1988 hit, Time Passages


, my dad became so passionate of the saxophone playing in the background, that he started to air sax. Yes, my dad completely ignored the loud electric guitar, but played an imginary saxophone. One thing that you have to keep in mind is that my dad is the one who is driving this whole time. While he was air-saxing, he totally forgot about the wheel. We swerved nearly off the road, and my dad had to insanely grab the wheel and get ourselves back on the road. I had a little fantasy about how our acceptance into heaven (or hell?) would be.

Gabriel: I think we might have the file wrong... It says here you died because you were pretending to play a saxophone... while you were driving...

Me: It was my dads fault! He was the one who played the imaginary saxaphone!

Dad: Blame your dad, real cool...

Gabriel: So this file is... correct?

Me: Yep, sounds about right.

Gabriel: That is officially the dumbest excuse for a car accident I have ever heard! Get back to earth.

I often have these little faux diolouges with myself.

Little Known Cat Stevens and Elton John Duet.

I just love how quirky this song is. To me it sounds like Elton is totally over-singing Cat.

Evil homeroom

I normally enjoy school, I really do, but I am officially terrified by morning homeroom. I find myself cringing when I am near the door. Why am I afraid? Because my homeroom teacher os a slave driver. When we should be allowed to catch up with our homework or read, she makes us hang pictures, move heavy metal file cabinets, file papers, and etc. The worst part, is that I'm targeted because I'm one of the taller people in my advisory. So I'm always the one who has to pick up the twenty pound recycled window that she puts above her desk. I don't think that she realizes that taller doesn't necessarily mean stronger. It always starts the same way. I'm reading my book and she comes and says "Oh, Max, can you give me a hand?" Let me give you the translation; "Max, if you don't help me hang up this picture, I will forever have a grudge on you, and every time you do something even slightly not obeying the rules, I will send you to your grave, and you will suffer constant detentions." This is why I can't say no. I guess I just wanted to complain to someone besides my parents, so yeah...