P.E.

This post jumps topic a bunch, sorry. I was just reading Life of Pi and then I took a two hour nap so I'm kind of...I don't know, out there?

When there is no one around for me to talk to, I people watch.

I eavesdrop on conversations and I watch the way people interact with one another.

It's an interesting way to pass time really. And it's how I normally spend PE.

On the first day of school I made a prediction about two of my peers. It wasn't exactly a random guess, I had been listening to them talk all hour and I had gathered enough info.

My prediction was that the girl would leave her boyfriend who lived far away to be with this guy. She'd stop doing the distance thing in favor of what was right in front of her.

Each day since then I've watched their interactions and seen if there was any truth in my prediction.
I'll admit that there has been.

But predicting the love life of a teenager isn't terribly hard, so that's not the only thing I do.

These first few weeks we have been doing our fitness tests. Pacer. Push ups. Sit ups.

In this time I got to look at motivation.

There was plenty on the boys side. What with the testosterone and the competitive attitude, there was motivation there.

I really wish I could say the same for the girls.

I'm not saying there was no motivation, but it was certainly lacking.

There was the motivation for a good grade too, but really it was more of a competition for most.

But there is one thing I've been dying to see the results of.

You see every day before class we walk laps around the gym. So far, everyday we've been walking in the same direction. One of these days, I want to get changed first and start walking the opposite way.

Will they follow the leader or continue on with what they always did?

Or perchance I'm not the first, what if I just walk the other way on purpose? Would anyone follow me then?

I would like to know.

I have a joke to tell you all...

Okay, so there is this wasp and he goes to wasp high school. Now he’s a bit of a nerd so all the other wasps make fun of him and call him names and stuff. Well one day, he just gets sick of it so he decides he’s going to transfer out of wasp school and into regular school. He gets to his new school and instantly he joins the football team. After a few weeks he’s already top of the class and he’s got loads of friends. By the end of the year he’s valedictorian and has a girlfriend and everyone loves him. Eventually he goes on to Harvard law and becomes a lawyer and he get’s married to his high school sweet heart. He becomes super successful and he and his wife even have a set of twins who they love dearly. The time comes for his 10 year wasp high school reunion. He decides to go despite only being there for a year and show all those wasps how great his life turned out. Sure enough they all apologize and he has to forgive all these people so his throat gets dry. He goes to get a drink of Sprite, because it’s his favorite drink, but the line is too long. So he goes over and tries to get a Coke, but the line is long there too. He doesn’t really like punch but he’s thirsty so he’ll take what he can get. So he goes over and what do you know?

THERE’S NO PUNCH LINE!

The Tale of Really Serious Part 2: Awkward...

I guess It was only a matter of time before things with Really Serious got Really Awkward.

After Really had figured out I wasn't that far away and I wasn't that much older it got personal.

Really informed he was a guy named Dakota. I told him my name was Charlie.

Since I was totally not telling the truth about my name I think it's pretty safe to say I am just going to keep referring to him as Really Serious.

He then asked if we were friends.

Now, I wasn't going to say no. Though in hindsight I probably should have.

I told him I guess.

At this point I was just expecting it. It didn't really come as a shock to me when Really sent me this message

RS: i dont even know if ur cute or not

I figured what the heck? I'm as cute as a button.

Me: Trust me, I'm adorable

His reply to this and how the conversation continues cracks me up. I have no clue how he was raised but I think he watches WAY to much Secret Life of The American Teenager.

RS: u sure

Me: Positive

RS: how positive

Me: Like a proton

RS: if ur so cute then you must have a bunch of boyfriends

It's his wording that gets me. Does Really expect that I just have like five boyfriends? Is that how he thinks it works? I have no idea but it's something to think about.

Me: Not at the same time

RS: how many u have now?

How many do I have now? What kind of a question is that?

Me: Let's count them! One, two, zero.

RS: u don't have one

I decided to take this time to poke fun at him again, though he didn't seem to notice. (Most likely he was too busy trying to figure out if he had a chance...)

Me: You sure are a quick one

RS: thank u thank u very much

I didn't reply to this as I was hanging out with my friend at the time. This time he took action to get the conversation running again.

RS: i ain't got one either

Of course I knew he meant a girlfriend but the entire reason I had kept texting him was to troll a little so instead I replied.

Me: Darn. I was hoping for a sassy gay friend.

RS: seriously

RS: I meant girlfriend

Me: I know. I am messing with you

RS: yeah totally i knew that

He didn't.

Later he went on to ask me why I didn't have a boyfriend so I told him a story that had nothing to do with his question. This eventually got him to change subjects.

It didn't last forever and he brought it back to his dreams of having an older girlfriend with this text.

RS: So do i sound cool maybe later I'll send a pic

I don't really want him to, because I know exactly what will happen if he does.

I don't even post pictures of my face to people I do have a good relationship with online, so no Really, I probably won't send one to you.

He probably will end up communicating with me soon enough so keep your eyes peeled for Part 3.

The Tale of Really Serious

A few days ago I was texting my friends to see who was going to our school's dance. I wanted to text my friend Megan and there was a number in my phone called "Megan" so I just assumed that it was my friend.

 

I sent a text that said "YOU BE JAMIN TONIGHT??????"

 

They replied "who is this"

 

Just in case the person was Megan and she just didn't have my name in her phone, I replied.

"This is Thunderbird."

 

RS: "no, i'm serious who is this?"

 

By now I was sure it was not Megan so I decided to try and end the conversation there.

"Clearly you are not jamin tonight. Also, I do not know you." I hit send thinking they would reply saying something like. 'okay, wrong number?' to which I would reply yes and move on. Instead I got this.

 

"Who r u?" Persistent they were so I made a choice. If they weren't going to let it go there, I would have a little bit of fun with them.

 

ME: "THUNDER FREAKING BIRD! Who is this!"

 

RS: "Who ru"

 

ME: "That's quite the name. Who, it's nice to meet you."

 

RS: "i'm really serious"

 

ME: "Your name is Really? Sorry, I thought it was Who!"

 

At this point they stopped replying, but I wasn't quite done with them yet. In an attempt to get them back I sent this string of messages

 

ME: "Really? Are you mad at me? I'M SORRY I GOT YOUR NAME WRONG!"

 

ME: "I AM! REALLY? WHERE ARE YOU?"

 

ME: "I THOUGHT YOUR NAME WAS WHO BUT I KNOW BETTER NOW!"

 

After a few minutes I got a reply.

 

RS: "ur retarded"

 

ME: "No, I'm Thunderbird. Clearly I'm not the only one with name troubles..."

 

RS: "U r very very stupid."

 

ME: "Am I saying this in a confusing way for you? My name is Thunderbird"

 

RS: "u r very very very stupid."

 

ME: "I'm beginning to think you aren't the brightest bulb. I'm not sure how to make it any more clear, THUNDERBIRD"

 

They apparently decided to switch tactics at this point realizing insulting my intelligence was getting them nowhere.

 

RS: "Thunderbird is terrible who ever named u was retarded."

 

ME: "Perhaps. But your name is really so who are you to judge?"

 

Here comes one of the best parts...

 

RS: "who is not my name but u r a freak"

 

ME: "I know, your name is Really Serious!"

 

I imagine they facepalmed at that. Or perhaps they didn't even get why I said that. None the less Really changed topics.

 

RS: "u don't even know where i live"

 

ME: "No, you never told me Really. That would just be creepy if I did."

 

Then they asked a question that I would of said long before all of this...

 

RS: "how did u get my number?"

 

ME: "That's a really good question. I wish I knew you seem lovely." I tried to cut the conversation next text.

 

ME: "Well, with that in the oven I must be off. maybe I'll talk to you again sometime. Maybe not."

 

That would of probably worked if my stupid phone didn't accidentally call them.

 

I hung up instantly but it had still connected and registered as a missed call from me. They replied soon after.

 

RS: "why did u call freak?"

 

ME: "I have a touch screen phone, things happen. Is freak my new nickname? It has a nice ring to it..."

 

RS: "i don't know who u r" Quite a shift in gears but I was used to it by now.

 

ME: "You are right! I only told you my name, that tells you nothing about me at all. I like cats. Is that better? Do you want to know more?"

 

RS: "i don't know if u live near me or several states away..."

 

I don't know about you, but I found this quite deep for Really. The conversation continues on, but mostly it's just them trying to guess my age and then getting mad at me and then going back to asking who I am.

 

If anything new happens with Really Serious, I'll keep you posted. Look, they'll even get their own tag!

Just to Let You Know

I do have some blog posts in mind, I've just yet to post them.

I'll try to get a legit post up soon though.

Also here is a joke:

Three men walk into a bar.

The forth one ducked

Хелло Россия! And School.

Я начинаю с этого поста с этим Русская из-за Я заметил, я получаю просмотров страниц из России. Таким образом, привет всем! Теперь я должен продолжить с английским

Извините, если мой русский не имеет смысла. Я использую Google, чтобы преобразовать это в русском языке.

Anyways, Today was the first day of school! How exciting!

Not really. It felt just like a normal day. Except I was at school.

I completed a lot of icebreakers, judged a lot of covers, and ate crappy school food.

You know the best part?

Due to the fact my school has an alternating block schedule, I GET TO DO IT ALL AGAIN TOMORROW!

Wooooot.

Sorry. The sudden overload of social interaction has caused me to lose my mind a bit today. Expect some sort of gimmicky post of me being...me later. I'll probably talk about books or my haircut. I don't know.

I Love The Internet

It's the only place in the universe where comparing Caesar and Brutus to teenage girls at "that time of the month" can result in a marriage proposal.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, the internet isn't normal. And that's why it's so great

Keys

If you thought this would be a post about how I am constantly forgetting my house key, think again.

I have a story for you all, a real one that actually happened to me unlike all those stories I said yesterday.*

I have this necklace.

I wear it every single day. The only time I take it off is to shower or swim. Sometimes afterwards I'll forget to put it back on and I'll freak out a little when I notice it's gone.

Essentially, I'm really attached to the thing.

Because I am always wearing it, I've had a lot of people ask me:

What are those keys to?
Why are you wearing them?
What does it mean?

Since I'm being honest here, if you want to be literal, the keys went to a pair of toy handcuffs I had that broke. I put them on a string, which later evolved into a chain, which broke so I had to get another chain.
Now if you want to hear what I tell everyone that asks, they are the keys to my soul. Which is a rather poetic way of not answering your question. Not that that answer is wrong, just misleading.

The other two questions are much harder to just answer in a simple conversation as they require a backstory, so I would just not answer.

So let's start at the beginning. I warn you that my life is a huge web of connected events, so depending on how well you know me...this may blow your mind.

On August 27, 2010 I watched my eighth episode of Eureka. How do I know the exact date you ask? It's called Wikipedia. It is also worth mentioning I had only seen three episodes of Warehouse 13 at the time.

Anyways in the episode several people have "hallucinations" this is the cause of several gags and also emotional turmoil for some. That night I went to bed thinking of the gold mine that would come from a character seeing something that wasn't real, this was the night I created Allison and Neil. Soon they would be tagged on to Charlie Parkit, but for now they were content with bugging me. (As most of the characters I create are.)

That night I had other things on my mind too, school was rapidly approaching and for the first time in...ever, I was invested in fictional character's lives. I knew that I needed something to remind me of them.

I looked at my possibilities and eventually decided on the keys. From that moment of they would be Allison and Neil. Heck, I can even tell you which one is which.

I started wearing the necklace everyday to remind me of my shows, of my creative side. I told people they were the keys to my soul because...they kind of were. My creative one anyways.

Eleven days later I'd write the first Charlie Parkit story and low and behold the keys would show up there.

So that is that. The real story behind my keys.

Oh, also one time someone asked if they could borrow them for the weekend. That was interesting.

"You want to borrow the keys to my soul?"

"Just for the weekend!"

"No!"

Ah friends...

*The one about the frozen pizza was true actually...



Did I ever tell you...

Did I ever tell you about the time someone had the wrong number and thought I was their girlfriend?

No of course not. That was just the only way I could think of to start this and plus it's not that great of a story.

...Also it never happened. So uh...yeah. If it had happened, it would of been an excellent story and you guys would of already read all about it.

Let me try again, this time with an actual life event.

Hold up...let me think...okay. Got it.

Did I ever tell you guys about the time I had a project due and then last minute I changed groups and my new group sucked. Then after watching them bomb the project I moved back to my old group and we sung a song and were best friends. Then we went to a swim meet and one of them turned into a cat and when they turned back I hugged them?

Wait...I think that might of been a dream. A pretty awesome one too. I wish I remembered the song we sang because as I recall it was pretty darn catchy.

Okay I think I can tell a story this time...

Did I ever tell you about the time I went backpacking through Europe?

Wait...no...

Did I ever tell you about the time me and my friend Ron...I don't know anyone named Ron.

Oh come on...there has got to be a story I haven't told you, plenty of things have happened in my life!

Um...one time I baked a frozen pizza...and I was nervous, but the pizza turned out okay so...uh...

OH! I KNOW!

One time I was hanging out by my school you know? And I was kind of bored and a little lonely, plus I found this kinda deflated basketball, so I just started shooting hoops. Which was dumb, because I'm not very good. Well anyways these guys came up and they were kind of giving me a rough time about my free throws. We had a bit of a disagreement...okay it was a fight, but just a little one. Look, the point is, it freaked my mom out so she sent me to live with her sister and her sister's husband. Anyways I took a plane and then this taxi, which kind of smelled. I got to the house in the evening hours and that's pretty much how I became the Prince of Bel Air.

Well Hell Sandwich. That didn't happen to me either.

Guess I don't have a story for you tonight. Next time...

Thanks For That.

Thank you Mom for taking my huge roll of bubble wrap and throwing it away. I especially liked the part where you sliced my hand open in the process with your finger nail. Close second is immediately after when I said "You drew blood" and you said "I don't see any blood." while laughing.


Okay so this is a jerk move since I do have a lot of things I could thank my Mom for without the sarcasm, but seriously. I simple "Sorry" will do.

Actual post later today...

EVEN MORE QUESTIONS

I'm not even sorry this time. I love me some questions.

1: What do you put on hotdogs?
Ketchup. Which I know is so wrong according to hotdog enthusiasts but I don't care.          

2: Do you say "anticlimatic" or "anticlimactic"?

Anticlimatic.          

3: Do you check flyers before grocery shopping?

Nope.

          

4: Blue, black, or some other colour pen ink?

Let me start off by saying I hate pens. When I use pens my hand writing just falls apart. But I used black and sometimes red.

          

5: Do you use your parking brake?

Does a cheese doodle?

          

6: Look to your left. How many framed pictures are on the wall?

None. I mean there is a Radioactive Chicken Heads poster, but it's not framed.

          

7: Do you know how to play chess?

No. Probably not.

          

8: How often do you clean the interior of your car?

When necessary.

          

9: Do you ever read the last few pages first?

...Yes. Sometimes I just read the last sentence. I used to do this with Goosebumps books a lot.

          

10: Ever fallen in the shower?

I don't think so...

          

11: On a scale of 1-10, how likely are you to swear at other drivers?

3. I'll probably just use not to profound profanities though...

          

12: What's the worst thing you've ever called someone you care about?

Fat little bastard. Yes I am talking about my cat Sparta.

          

13: Do you have a Snuggie?

No. Sadly.

          

14: Are you allergic to anything?

Not that I'm aware. OH OH! I can't wear band aids, they irritate me skin so maybe there is a slight allergy there?

          

15: Do you have any TV shows on DVD?

Duh. I mean at the very least you should expect me to have Warehouse 13.

          

16: How many times do you hit the snooze button before finally getting out of bed?

Snooze buttons is for chumps. I just turn off the alarm.

          

17: Ever driven away in anger?

No

          

18: What's your favourite freezie colour?

Red

          

19: Are you a vegetarian?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA AHAHAHAHAHHAHA

No.

        

20: Do you have a garbage receptacle beside you? What's on top?

A trash can? Um...it's empty.

          

21: Do you cross out your mistakes or erase/whiteout them?

Depends, I tend to cross out more often though, even if I have an eraser.

          

22: Ever torn something up that you instantly knew was too important for such treatment?

Yes.

          

23: Do you think that things will get better?

Oh man I hope, because things for me aren't so bad now. And on a larger scale we could use it.

          

24: Do you have an unpopular opinion? What is it?

Jori.

          

25: What's your favourite quote?

"If it weren't for Philo T. Farnsworth, inventor of television, we'd still be eating frozen radio dinners." - Johnny Carson

Close second goes to

"I wish there was, like, one day where cats had people arms so I could high five them and shake their hands and fist bump them." -Neil Grayston

In truth I don't have a favorite, but these are great...

26: Did you/are you going to go to prom?

Probs

           

27: What's the most physically painful thing you've ever experienced?

Well, I slammed my thumb in a car door by mistake once...and then the door locked...

28: What's the most emotionally/mentally painful thing you've ever experienced?

Watching Emily Lake/Stand.

        

29: Have you ever legitimately saved a person's life?

Not that I'm aware...

           

30: What's your favourite book genre?

Crap if I know. Fiction?

          

31: Did you like "Gigli"? Be honest.

What? Hang on let me google that...

Wow. That movie has some looooow ratings. I don't know, never seen it. I probably would love making fun of it though...

           

32: Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre?

No but I wanted to during Julie and Julia. We RAN out of the theatre the second it ended.

33: Do you peek between your fingers during the scary scenes?

No I just look down so it's not in my direct line of sight. I do this with really sad scenes too. Anything I don't want to watch really.

           

34: What was your reaction to Tatum getting killed whilst stuck in the pet door in Scream?

Thanks. I haven't seen Scream because I'm not a horror fan and now it's ruined for me.

          

35: Do dogs like you?

Yeah...I guess.

          

36: Would you say that you project an air of authority?

Would I say? Hell Sandwich no.

          

37: Do people listen when you speak?

Sometimes.

           

38: How are your elbows? Are they okay?

Yep.

          

39: What is one thing that you do exceptionally well? Be honest.

Improv? Maybe...um... I can crawl like really fast. I'm like a baby cheetah, and by baby cheetah I mean a baby human that crawls as fast as a cheetah. I have excellent flight or fight response...

          

40: Do you use torrents?

Naw. There isn't anything I've needed like that.

          

41: When was the last time you paid for music?

Don't know.

         

42: Are you addicted to technology?

Yes.

           

43: Pick a person (you don't need to give their name). How do you feel about them? Be as honest as you can get yourself to be.

I can't think of a person.

          

44: Do you check your computer's dictionary for the definition of words you'd otherwise feel confident about using during in-person interactions? Just to be sure?

Oh sure.

           

45: How heavily to you rely on spellcheck and autocorrect?

Not as much as I used to, it's more like a cane then a wheelchair now.

           

46: Have you ever gotten into an argument on the Internet? Did you win?

Yeah, and normally I don't try and win it's more of a reach a mutual understanding.

           

47: Do you pause movies/TV shows if you have to go to the bathroom or the kitchen, or do you just let them keep playing?

I normally go during commercials.

       

48: If you use a regular alarm clock, do you have it set to music or that obnoxious beeping?

Beeps. I don't think my alarm clock can play music...

           

49: Peter Pan?

Like the character or the peanut butter? I have no clue what you are asking me here. Uh...no?

           

50: How often do you fall up the stairs?

Not too often, but often enough.

           

51: Do you pronounce "anti" as ant-eye or ant-ee? (Example: "That scene was very anticlimactic.")

ant-eye.

           

52: Do you pronounce "via" as vee-uh or vie-uh? (Example: "We can get there via Tremont Street.")

vee-uh

53: How often do you forget to close your parentheses?

I'm pretty good about it,but it still happens sometimes.

Roll Call

Blogger tells me I get viewers. So I know there is a handful of repeat visitors in countries other than America. (That or people stumble on to my little blog everyday.) The thing is, I have no clue if you are genuinely reading these posts or not. I mean...you never let me know guys.*

So I have a request. I don't ask much of you people really, so this should be simple. If you come across this post I'd like you to comment on it, I allow posts from non-blogger users so that's not an issue.

Just say "Hi" You can tell me more if you like** but all I really want to know is if I am talking to myself or not.

So if you're reading, say "Hello"! I'd love to get to know you a little better.
Or at the least, be aware of your existence.



*That's not completely true. Some people do let me know they are here...
**Why you like my blog for instance...hint hint...wink wink

Stand Up

So I've taken a stand against trolls before, and now for some reason I've declared it my job to keep the Jori fandom in line.

Let me tell you the situation.

On Tumblr we have the lovely tag "Jori" filled with the posts of Jade and Tori and adorable.

But recently there has been a pairing brought into light on Degrassi.

Enter Jake and Tori. Or as they like to call it, Jori.

This is a problem and the fandom reached a tipping point when after several weeks of silence a para was posted between Jake and Tori by a roleplayer.

Yeah. It pretty much blew up. The next thing the roleplayer knew their inbox was flooded with anons telling them to get out of their tag because we were here first.

For a while I just sat here and watched as the tag was flooded with responses to the anons crude messages. I only stepped in when I saw the ooc post that simply said this:

I’m not responding to any more of these messages. You can’t harass me out of the Jori tag, so keep sending the anons, I could care less. If you don’t like it, scroll past. That takes a lot less effort then sending me anons showing your ignorance. In the Degrassi world, Jori is Jake and Tori. Grow up and deal with it. You don’t own a tag

Well I was quite aware that would solve nothing. Almost no one has settled and argument with "Grow up and deal with it"

And so I sent him a message, off anon, explaining both sides. He calmed down and then I made a post to see if I could stop the harassment.

All in all I must say, after I posted saying we need to calm down so did three other people.

To end this on a clichéd note, it only takes one person. All you have to do is stand up.