Sunday, February 5, 2012
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Facebook Relationship Statuses
These days, It seems that all of your closest friends find out you're in a relationship through Facebook. There are many different kinds, according to Facebook. Here are the strange ones.
It's complicated: What does this even mean? Are you trying to tell your boyfriend/girlfriend that things aren't going so well and you want to break up? Or did you start dating this guy whose mom was divorced and it just so happened that your dad was divorced and they REALLY hit it off and got married and now you're step-brother and step-sister? That's complicated.
In an open relationship: I don't know about you but I'm not going to share my girlfriend with another guy. It's creepy.
In a Civil Union: This is for the gays out there. If your state won't let you get married, you go into a Civil Union. It's like gay marriage but it's legal.
In a Domestic Partnership: This is for the guys who are horrified of commitment but enjoy having a girlfriend. Basically, you move in together but you don't get married. It's like an awful "no strings attached" deal.
It's complicated: What does this even mean? Are you trying to tell your boyfriend/girlfriend that things aren't going so well and you want to break up? Or did you start dating this guy whose mom was divorced and it just so happened that your dad was divorced and they REALLY hit it off and got married and now you're step-brother and step-sister? That's complicated.
In an open relationship: I don't know about you but I'm not going to share my girlfriend with another guy. It's creepy.
In a Civil Union: This is for the gays out there. If your state won't let you get married, you go into a Civil Union. It's like gay marriage but it's legal.
In a Domestic Partnership: This is for the guys who are horrified of commitment but enjoy having a girlfriend. Basically, you move in together but you don't get married. It's like an awful "no strings attached" deal.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
My Birthday
Well, today was my 15th birthday. It was also Justin Bieber's 17th. I HATE YOU JUSTIN BIEBER!!!
Here is a video from my birthday.
Here is a video from my birthday.
Monday, February 28, 2011
The Spanish Language
Dear, Spanish language. Why do I have to learn two years of you to go to an out-of-state college? I don't think I will ever need to know how to conjugate the verbo "Tener" in the field I want to go into. Why do you have such a "letter" in your alphabet called "double-L"? That's not even a "letter". It's two letters. "L" and "L". And just because you have stupid accent marks doesn't make you cooler than English. Just more complicated.
That is all.
Sincerely,
A Spanish Student
That is all.
Sincerely,
A Spanish Student
Friday, February 25, 2011
Day 1: Chris Land
Today was actually quite uneventful, actually. Not a good way to start a blog about my life. I'll exaggerate a little bit to make it more interesting.
This morning I woke up. I was running late so I jumped right out of my bed and sprinted to the shower. I jumped in without giving the water time to heat up. Bad decision. In a desperate attempt to warm the water, I turned it all the way to the "HOT" side. All of a sudden the water became scourgingly hot. I screamed and panicked. I also fell under this rain of really really hot water. I crawled to the faucet, shampoo in my eyes, and turned it back over to the middle. I stood up, proud because of my achievement, and finished my shower pleasantly. When I got out I looked in my closet to find that my favorite pants were MIA. I rummaged through the house and found them under the couch cusion. Why were they in there? I don't know. I dried my hair and moved on to prepare to brush my teeth. I find a sample size bottle of toothpaste with a small bit left in it. I squeezed it and nothing came out. I was running late but I wasn't about to leave without brushing my teeth. I got some scissors and cut the bottom off and got the rest out. I cut my finger on the cut edge. After putting a band-aid on my wound, I brushed my teeth and headed out the door. As I was walking, I heard that familiar sound. It was the bus. Driving away. I took off, full speed, after it. I managed to flag him down and get a ride to school.
Once at school, things slowed down a bit. Until lunch. The two Hannahs, Korey, and I were enjoying our corn dogs and soggy cookies when all of a sudden, Hannah L. stands up on our table and announces her love for vintage films. We were all quite embarrassed. But then other people stood up and said, they too, enjoy vintage films. After about a minute of this they all broke out into a song and dance. It looked like it was straight out of High School Musical. Our principals stepped in and stopped this madness. When they asked us who started it we said it was our Spanish teacher, Senor Jose. They believed us. Hannah got away with it.
Finally the last bell rang and we could leave. A large crowd of students ran out to the busses happy and screaming happily. Except for Hannah L., the vintage movie lover. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she felt guilty for getting Senor Jose deported. I explained that they didn't deport him, they reported him to the district office. Apparently the folks at the district office are fans of vintage films, as well, because they raised his salary up to $9.50 an hour. She was happy about this.
I left Hannah and headed for my bus. There wasn't ONE seat open, so I had to sit in someones lap. I sat in Shanikua's lap. It was rather comfortable.
I got off the bus and on my way home I felt like someone was following me. I glanced back and saw a jogger wearing a light pink tank top, neon green short-shorts, and a tape player on their waistband. This guy was weird. And quite hairy. I took off running and he pursued me. I ripped my shirt off and ran even faster. Then I was embarrassed because you can count my ribs from 100 feet away. (I'm skinny.) I finally got home and locked all the doors. I sat in the dark for a couple hours eating Zebra Cakes.
This morning I woke up. I was running late so I jumped right out of my bed and sprinted to the shower. I jumped in without giving the water time to heat up. Bad decision. In a desperate attempt to warm the water, I turned it all the way to the "HOT" side. All of a sudden the water became scourgingly hot. I screamed and panicked. I also fell under this rain of really really hot water. I crawled to the faucet, shampoo in my eyes, and turned it back over to the middle. I stood up, proud because of my achievement, and finished my shower pleasantly. When I got out I looked in my closet to find that my favorite pants were MIA. I rummaged through the house and found them under the couch cusion. Why were they in there? I don't know. I dried my hair and moved on to prepare to brush my teeth. I find a sample size bottle of toothpaste with a small bit left in it. I squeezed it and nothing came out. I was running late but I wasn't about to leave without brushing my teeth. I got some scissors and cut the bottom off and got the rest out. I cut my finger on the cut edge. After putting a band-aid on my wound, I brushed my teeth and headed out the door. As I was walking, I heard that familiar sound. It was the bus. Driving away. I took off, full speed, after it. I managed to flag him down and get a ride to school.
Once at school, things slowed down a bit. Until lunch. The two Hannahs, Korey, and I were enjoying our corn dogs and soggy cookies when all of a sudden, Hannah L. stands up on our table and announces her love for vintage films. We were all quite embarrassed. But then other people stood up and said, they too, enjoy vintage films. After about a minute of this they all broke out into a song and dance. It looked like it was straight out of High School Musical. Our principals stepped in and stopped this madness. When they asked us who started it we said it was our Spanish teacher, Senor Jose. They believed us. Hannah got away with it.
Finally the last bell rang and we could leave. A large crowd of students ran out to the busses happy and screaming happily. Except for Hannah L., the vintage movie lover. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she felt guilty for getting Senor Jose deported. I explained that they didn't deport him, they reported him to the district office. Apparently the folks at the district office are fans of vintage films, as well, because they raised his salary up to $9.50 an hour. She was happy about this.
I left Hannah and headed for my bus. There wasn't ONE seat open, so I had to sit in someones lap. I sat in Shanikua's lap. It was rather comfortable.
I got off the bus and on my way home I felt like someone was following me. I glanced back and saw a jogger wearing a light pink tank top, neon green short-shorts, and a tape player on their waistband. This guy was weird. And quite hairy. I took off running and he pursued me. I ripped my shirt off and ran even faster. Then I was embarrassed because you can count my ribs from 100 feet away. (I'm skinny.) I finally got home and locked all the doors. I sat in the dark for a couple hours eating Zebra Cakes.
I decided to make a blog in my "dark time". This is the second post. Hope you enjoyed my typical day. Now I have to go, my pancakes are burning.
Peace!
Welcome!
Hey, I'm Chris. Im 14 (almost 15) and live in Mississippi. My best friends are Hannah L. , Hannah S. , and Korey. Here is our story:
Once upon a time, at a High School in Mississippi, 4 friends were eating lunch. Hannah L. turns to me and says, "You wanna peel my orange?" I replied, "I want to peel your orange." Then we gazed into eachothers eyes. We then laughed because it was so oddly funny. Now it is a blog that we will share our hilarious/crazy/depressing/uplifting lives! Read On!!!!
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