Ooie: What's up with that?

I was walking down the street, right?
Yeahhh man.
And I saw this dog, right?
Yeeeeaahahahah man!
And I said "Hey, what's up dog!" and he responded with "Ooie, what's up with that?" And then I realized he was a talking dog.

One might say it was an eventful day. Others might say a blogful day. Others might be mute. So in dedication to our last blog post ever and my epic walk down memory lane with Superman's dog I'd like to thank the little people. The Smurfs; the seven dwarves; Gary Coleman. They deserve more respect than they get, but I don't care. Moving along, Arnold Schwarzenegger's 5th child has been discovered. When he crawled out of the womb he was quoted saying "I'll be back". Zing! Copyright that and send it to the press we've got a story on our hands ladies and gentlemen.

On a more serious note we should really appreciate all Mr. Brought-in has done for us. .... Duly Appreciated. CHECK.

List of groceries one might buy when pressured by Child Services.
1. Diapers
2. Clothes
3. Milk
4. Food
5. Necessities
6. A patch
7. Some books
8. Not too many books, might look suspicious
9. A Bible
10. Stuff

Ooie: What's up with that?

Random fact: If you shoot yourself you might die.
I said random fact, not interesting fact.

Ooooooie: What's up with that?

Your waitress wants a tip?
Chew before you swallow!

OoOOOOOOooOOoOie: What's up with that?

That's all we have for this year folololololollow my blog next year and maybe just maybe you might like it.








What's up with that?!

Rain Poem/ Mini Analysis/ Speck of Ramble/ Inception

Rain, rain go away
Never return
You aren't wanted here
That's right go on, scat!

I would use profound words to describe you
But I don't like you
So I won't
Punk

It's not cool to join our parades
You just ruin them
It was okay at first
But your floods are really bringing my mood down

It's time for you to go
Drive your silver fluff out of here
Never return
You are not wanted here


If that moral poem (almost puzzle) gave you chills like it did me, then you probably hate rain too. Hello, my name is Brian Boone and today I welcome you to tour the thoughts of this articulate poem with me.

Let's analyze some themes shall we? Rain. Well, that about does it.
Let's note some characters. Rain. He played a large role throughout the poem.
Let's not forget the motifs! Rain. Yes, rain did dominate the motific field today.

If we were to deeply analyze the depths of this puzzle we would find door after door of unanswered possibilities. So we'll try our best to keep it on the top soil.

The author, Brian Boone, clearly has resentment towards rain. For why? Why does he resent this rain? Did it possibly ruin a fun afternoon he'd planned 3 months ahead of time with some of his closest friends to enjoy a nice picnic all by ourselves at the park, we didn't want any trouble! Ahem. Or maybe he just becomes moody during the rain. Unanswered questions lead us nowhere. That's why I have personally arranged to have an interview with the self-proclaimed Oprah appraised author, the one, the only, Brian Boone!

Me: Thank you for joining us this eve, Brian.
Brian: Oh, it's my pleasure.
Me: So, Brian, can I call you Brian? How long and enduring was the undergoing process behind this particular poem of yours?
Brian: Well, Me, I'm glad you asked. It was actually a really intense road that lead me to a pit of self discovery that I may never have been able to find otherwise. It began on the morning of Monday, May 16, 2011. I sat down in the auditorium with my usual crisp chocolate milk, and like most days just began to brainstorm. However, this particular brainstorm led me to a subject of storms. A subject I know all too well, Me.
Me: Marvelous, absolutely marvelous. Although you completely dodged my question with a bunch of garbage, we'll keep moving. What was going through your head while you were writing this poem?
Brian: Honestly a spectrum of thoughts burst into my head the minute the subject flashed itself. But.. but I couldn't answer that question without first making you reflect upon yourself with a question. Have you ever wrestled a bear in the Indies? If not you could never understand my thought process thus your question is void, next please!
Me: Well, that seems fair I guess... Actually we're out of air time here on Oprah. It's been a real pleasure to have you speak on the show, Brian.
Brian: Well thank you, Me.
Me: Join me, Oprah, tomorrow same time same place and we'll discover a young mother of 23 who had ovarian cancer, is missing three limbs, is legally blind, and still finds time to support the elderly. We'll see you next time on "What the h*** just happened!"

Summer Heat

Last Summer I couldn't hate or appreciate the Summer heat. I managed to buckle down a steady job at Malco Theaters. That building spends more money on the air conditioning than anything else. My average shift started at 11 o' clock in the morning so even by the time my shift had started it wasn't all that heated. I spent more hours in that building that Summer than I did with my family. Thus, it was beyond difficult for me to understand the average Summer heat index. Thankfully I'll be fulfilling that position again this Summer. And not a drop of sweat too soon!

Morp backwards!

Embrace for rambling.

This Saturday, or last Saturday, or the Saturday before that, depending on when you're reading this, is P-R-0-M. Oh yeah, I said it the P word. And you can bet I'm ready to boogy. I've been updating all my latest moves by watching dance videos on Youtube; MTV has been teaching me how to Dougie; and I've withdrawn from my memory bank. I've almost perfected my moonwalk for this joyous occassion. I'm going to look so fly in my tuxedo. I'm picking it up today actually. James Bond will have nothing on the male class of 2012. My group and I have reservations for Colby's (along with 60 other people I'm sure) and it'll taste super fantastical. Steak is soooooo good. Gets me energized right before a big dance. All that A1, goodness gracious. Rambling takes a little more effort than you'd think... Oh-Kay well I'm done here. Sooooo. Bye!









Not! Prom will be awesome. Seaside Serenade? Seaside Serenade. I'm thinking it's Ariel themed, you get to sit in a clam's mouth for the pictures I heard. Well toodle-oos

Fearing: The known, the unkown, and everything in between.

One person's greatest fear may be another person's greatest interest. Trash = Treasure?

Fears, if you let them, play a dominating role in the everyday life. Reality is forced to mould to Fear's accommodations. Through the eyes of an exterminator a spider is a pest, insignificant; through the eyes of an arachnophobic a spider is the climax of their day, significant.

Everyone has fears, everyone; they might not even know their fears, but they have them. It's fun to let the imagination decide what other people fear. Especially the "fearless". The Crocodile Hunter had fears; Osama Bin Laden had fears; even Evel Knievel had fears! What could they have been though? We can eliminate the obvious; crocodiles, glory/ power, and stunts. Although, we may never get the gratification of knowing someone else's fears, we can always let our fearless imagination guess.

Intervention

I spend too much time on the internet, because the internet is cancer and every website I'm addicted to is a chunk of the tumorous cancer host.

Facebook is by far the heart of the disease. Which is pretty just to say about most internet users, especially nearest my age group. How can I keep my mittens off such a wonderful website full of gossip, trolling, fake love/hate relationships, and the adults that keep certain addicts from showing their true colors. Relationships are few found in the News Feed, but often lit up with comments and likes. If it's not FBO (Facebook Official) it might as well never have happened. Speaking of never happened, pics or it didn't.

Hey you!

Yeah you! You're awesome. No really I mean it. Look at what your wearing it's so coordinated. There's no way mommy picked that out for you. You just went all out this morning I like the spunk. Look at those killer shoes! Go ahead look I can wait for you. Done? Awesome shoes by the way. You have such a pretty smile, everytime you've smiled while reading this I've noticed. It looked awesome. Those eyes are so fluorescent glowing in that array of color. You're a beautfiul creature you. Have a great day!

Spider Solitaire

They see a game I see a past time; they see cheating I see a strategy; they see one suit I see a challenger.

Spider solitaire has numbed my mind for many hours during a droning study hall session. It has held my attention when real studying couldn't. It always has a source of entertainment for me, it never judges my procrastination. He encourages it actually. When I look around the auditorium and see other students diligently working I can't help but think that maybe I should begin to blog. Then he murmurs to me, beckoning for my mouse. I just have no control at that point I just have to

Different Ways of Saying Yes

1. Of course
2. Sure
3. Fine
4. If I must
5. Okay
6. Si
7. Oui - French
8. Po - Albanian
9. Yeahhh
10. Mkay
11. Let's do this!

And that's how you accept a Grammy without saying yes.

Lybia

As of recent the United States dropped bombs on Lybia for their leaders antics. I do support what they did, but at the same time I've noticed a few things.

Lybia is in a state of civil war. Why did we step in? Is it America's duty to help a country fighting against itself? Other countries have had civil wars within the past 20 years, but we didn't send our troops in for them. If Lybia is in conflict with itself then America's gas prices will climb by the quarter. I assume this is why America is so responsive in helping rebel forces take down Khaddafy. At the same time we claim we're not trying to kill Khaddafy, yet we've been dropping accurate air strikes adjacent only a few miles from his location. Possibly as a ploy to "warn" him to cool his jets. The rebels speak of raiding his palace and killing him with their bare hands. Is it not possible that we're trying to wear down Khaddafy's wall so that rebels can take him out? There's only one way to find out... visit WikiLeaks.com of course.

Things I hate

I hate when adults comment on students Facebook statuses in an attempt to reconnect to their youth
I hate ugly words
I hate people who call me chief
I hate people who don't tip
I hate Netsweeper
I hate the phrase "it's my treat"
I hate green tea
I hate people who rick roll
I hate this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
I hate chirpy dogs
I hate inedible cookies
I hate plastic fruit being used as an accessory
I hate overly sized belt buckles
I hate when people are being paid millions of doll-hairs to screw up our national anthem
I hate the NBA
I really hate the WNBA

I need a break

I need a break! Not a kit-kat either! I really don't find naps all that energizing. Especially those 30 minute to an hour power naps. I hate them so much, I always wake up in a sweat, dazed, and confused. Never really wake up feeling like a million buckas.I would much prefer to suffer from 5:30-6:30 and fall asleep at 8 than stay up until midnight in a tired yet awake phase/mode/mindset.

Another great form of break, vacation. Kicking it back in FL or San Fran Cali style. Just getting away from a place where everyone knows you and going somewhere where you can be whoever you want. Meeting strangers is the best part about the vacation. You can totally lie to random people and be a surgeon from Wisconsin who operates on more cows than people! The possibilities are endless.

If I had the time

If I had the time. If I had the time of a Summer's day I would gather approximately 3 family sized boxes of Lucky Charms. With such an adventure ahead I would have no choice but to leave my car in Walmart's parking lot and skip all the way home. Once arrived home I will bid my mother a good afternoon, bathe, and collect my tools for the ultimate breakfast. 1 XL bowl 1 smaller bowl yet still rather large 1 regular sized eating cereal bowl

First open 1 box and pull out the wrapping containing the cereal
Second begin to separate the disgusting brow pieces and the fluffy lovable marshmallows into different bowls. The larger bowl belongs to the disgusting brown pieces where the smaller bowl yet still rather large will contain the marshmallows.
Third repeat steps 1 and 2 for all the cereal boxes
Fourth put all the marshmallows into a regular cereal bowl and devour for the ultimate cavity.
?????
Profit.

Japan's Struggle for Survival

As if you weren't already aware Japan's Earthquake has emberrassed America's Katrina. With an unforgiving 8.9 richter scale rocking the teeny tiny island. It has killed, on record, 300 plus citizens of this prepared country. The Earthquake started in the Ring of Fire and like a ripple effect spread a 23-foot tsunami to wipe away the country of Japan. It washed away cars, trains, bridges, and even planes! The minor after shock alone reached into the 6.0 on the scale!

Countries are the overview of effect. The entire Easter Coast of Asia & Western Coast of North & South America. Japan's economy is the struggling wolf in a pack of protective beasts. With Japan's economy crippled so will the rest of the world's.

There is no other way to describe this situation other than an epic devistation. The magnitude of this earthquake won't be understood until years to come, and to think that I lived through it...

http://www.buffalonews.com/incoming/article364375.ece/BINARY/w620/CORRECTION+Japan+Earthquake.jpg

Best Lazy Day Reasons For One

To me the best lazy day includes sleeping, Xbox, and a large plate full of cheese crackers. These are all ingredients to the perfect meal. High class dining right there.

Sleeping in is great for a lazy day, because it's about as lazy as it gets. If you have a day of nothing and don't sleep, you're probably doing something which means it's not really a day of nothing. Thus we deem it the "appetizer" for our lazy meal.

The Xbox is where the real meat comes in. It's the main ingredient for a perfect day. Without the Xbox the lazy day is more a snore and bore. With the Xbox it's a snore and score! Buy your very own Xbox today! With absolutely no down payment it's a deal you won't wanna pass up! Thus we shall title it the "entrée". It's a 16oz. steak by the way. Not some dollar menu big mac.

The plate full of cheese crackers is really the icing on the dessert cake. The warm crunch of the cracker combined with the smooth chilled cheese really makes for a nice combination. So we give cheese crackers the honor of "dessert". A fried honey bun with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top.

As you can see the perfect day meal course is really one that can't be topped. Follow those three easy steps and you'll be making a perfect day every day.

No no no!

15 ways of saying no, more or less.

1. Absolutely not!
2. Never!
3. Uh-uhhh!
4. I don't think so.
5. You wish.
6. In your dreams.
7. Go away.
9. Leave me alone, Creep.
10. Give me back the picture you took from my bed stand.
11. I'm calling the cops.
12. I can't imagine that being a possibility.
13. Stop it.
14. Please stop.
15. Really guys come on, it's starting to hurt.

Dog Day Dreams?

What do dogs dream of during the day? When the parents are at school and the kids are at work, where does the dog go? Of course he's in the living room, but where does the mind of the dog go? Can dogs think? Humans think in a language. So does that mean since dogs have no language they cannot think? If humans had no form of communication we wouldn't be any where near where we are now. Is language what makes Homo sapiens the most advanced species on the planet? Something as simple as language? English and Chem. are a little more closely related than I previously thought. Assuming such a theorem is correct. Maybe in 10,000 years this will be a popular idea accepted by all. Will I be credited? Maybe Darwin wasn't the first one to theorize evolution. Maybe he was just the more literate.

Today.

Today has definitely been the warmest day in a few months. Shorts and t-shirts were pulled out almost as quickly as the bats and balls. What a wonderful Sunday to top off Valentines day weekend. Speaking of Valentines day the restaurants have been packed wall to wall! My friend and little brother, Andrew, you may remember him from a previous post, went to Red Lobster which was out the door so we said forget it. From there we rushed, and I use the word rush figuratively, because we were jammed in traffic for a rough while, on over to Road House which of course was no better. So, we decided on a simple Denny's breakfast for dinner meal. Let me tell ya those pancakes were quite cash.

Attention

Attention can be anything from a medicine to a poison depending on the dosage and the patient. It always seems to me that the most undeserving people receive the absolute most of it. The recipients range from the local Hometown Hooker to celebrities changing their socks.

Imagine the perfect straight A student who would never hurt a soul. The kind of student every principal wants the entire school to be just like, but never they outstretch their hand of power to pat their back, never a mention on the morning news of another aced test, not even a single congratulations on another 4.0. Now imagine the kid with tattoos that your parents are afraid of that wouldn't even pee on a burning cat. The kind of student every principal wans the entire school to be nothing like, but yet, without realizing, they give this kid the most attention because he does everything wrong. In a few years he may be in the paper for the wrong reason, but lets face it he's still in the paper. More people will know his face and his name than they will the straight A child.

Lindsay Lohan is in the eyes of the media all the time for being a troubled, crack addicted star. Omar Aceves (30), Jarrid L. King (20), Benjamin G. Moore (23), Zainah C. Creamer (28), Evan J. Mooldyk (47), Zachary S. Slamon (21). All these extraordinary men gave their lives on January 12, 2011 while fighting for Lindsay's freedom.

Give credit where credit is due.

Delayed Christmas Poem

It’s Christmas and the different bright colored lights dangle from the Christmas tree

As there’s a pile of presents under the tree and they’re just for me

They’re covered in the bright colors of Christmas wrapping, oh no        

One’s for my sister who doesn’t unwrap the presents but plays in the snow

As I run through the house I smell the sweet aroma of fresh cookies out of the hot oven 

Along with the scent of my piping hot chocolate with extra marshmallows

The sweet smell of peppermint from a red and white striped candy cane     

Don’t forget the sweet odor of ginger bread men o the warm toasty pan                                                                                                                                                               

As the music plays Hark the Harold Angels Sing

And the sound of jingle bells as the droop on the Christmas tree

I hear my feet crunch in the ice cold bleach white snow

I hear my cousin chug his hot chocolate as fast as he can

I wander the house for something sweet

I lick the red stripes off the peppermint candy cane

I taste the flavor of my ginger bread man with extra icing

The sugar of a sugar cookie hits my taste buds and shakes my mouth

Oh boy, Christmas is here, I turn to shred my presents open with the tin foil wrapping

The sticky candy cane has stuck to my hand

I feel the cold crisp air hit my face as I walk outside

Yeah, I feel the excitement of jolly old St.Nick’s return

Facebook Rant.

There's no doubt that Facebook has revolutionized the way people hunt down one another via the internet. To some people it's a flashback to an old classroom filled with older friends. To others a mere means of business or spread of information. And to the populous of teenagers, a way of knowing who Stacy is going out with after that huge breakup with Chad and everyone knows that there's no way they'll be getting back together, but he totally keeps texting her anyway and I'm just like, ugh.

The power of Facebook is meant to be harnessed for the betterment of mankind, but placed on the wrong monitor any keyboard can ruin a nice post.

Ode to Andrew. (little brother)

Andrew
Andrew Andrew

A 13 year old boy without a care in the world
Always one to Carpe Diem
Never to be caught  tucked and curled
Pretty sure he has a friend named Liem

Andrew
Andrew Andrew

His creativity is Alpha
His thoughts Beta
His presence Gamma
He radiates. He is Andrew.

Top Reasons as to Why I Hate Snow.

These are in no particular order, I hate snow in every form equally.

1.) I don't get the privelege of parking in the garage, thus when 5 inches of Snow plummit into Owensboro I'm stuck with the ice scraper. You ever had to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to go scrap it off your car? It's not fun.

2.) Everytime I step in Snow it clings to me like a sickly, stray cat. And no matter how out of the way I try to keep myself from Snow it always manages to cover my torso. Seirously, hop off me, Snow.

3.) Snow is deceiving. He appears to the normal childs eye like a soft blanket of winter wonderland fun, but we, we the intellectual know better than to be deceived by Snow's trickery. Nay. We realize that snow is only fun to play in for about ten minutes, after that your jeans are weighted with the melted remains of winter fun, your wrists unprotected by either your gloves or your sleves become stiff and frozen, and your nose, oh the bitter winds that chill your nose.

Top Reasons Why I Enjoy Snow: No school. The end.

Funeral Director / Embalming Career Day

For my career day choice I visited the funeral director / ebalmer. When I first walked in I noticed a somewhat 'different' man named Bryan. He was our speaker for the day. He stood about 5'6'' wearing a lovely plaid shirt, which was complimented by his black bow tie. Honestly I only chose it as a complete laughfest, I had no idea that this awkward man's speech would change my life forever. He talked about how funerals can be a family's most difficult time, and how emotions can overrun people. One thing he mentioned in particular will never be forgotten. He said that whenever he's discussing with a family how to make the final arrangements for the funeral he's the sweetest person on Earth, but as soon as he has to mention how they're going to cover their finances he becomes a greedy, good for nothing scumbag. He also compared his work to a car dealer, because no car dealer is going to let someone get on their lot and take off with the nicest car they have for free. It just doesn't work like that. He also said that when helping a family through such a tragic time you can either make a friend for life or mess up one detail and you can make an enemy for life.

Disecting Cats.

In anatomy we're disecting our feline friends in order to further study the human body. I know what you're thinking, cut up a cat to learn about a human? The body of a cat has several similar muscles to a human. We both have triceps, biceps, obliques, and several other superficial muscles. I have a test in there next period, it involves pointing out and labeling 29 different muscles. Yay me. Through all the excitement of butchering a dead cat it's almost impossible to see any flaws, I completely agree. However the smell of those bad boys is enough to take out a small child. They reek! Well I have to go study so I'll update soon!

Rough words in context.

Scenario: you found out that your girlfriend of two years had been cheating on you for a year and eleven months. Your emotions start to rush, blood begins to boil, and thoughts establish new ideas in your head. You’re at a complete loss for words so you simply mutter the phrase; “Well that blows!” This particular phrase implies a negative appeal to whatever the subject may be. However, the word blow usually means nothing more than a strike or sudden shock. When said amongst friends it seems socially acceptable. However! Your employer did not hire you because of your dashing good looks. Nay! They most likely hired you because you presented yourself in a respectable manner. Saying “That blows!” around your boss is never a respectable idea. Knowing when and where to use certain phrases really does matter, someone could lose a job and that sure would blow!