Ask THAT Definintion and SPELL IT!

Happy Birthday Daddio, and Tanya's almost born baby! Anyone know what Friday is??? Most likely not so Imma TELLYA. Marilyn Manson's 41st birthday. That's right.
I wanna know the answers. No more lies. I wanna shut the door and open up my mind. ~Runaway [Linkin Park]
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promoting LP (check)
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Good stuff that people like to read (...not check)
You're one-and-only favorite blog writer is now the National Spelling Bee CHAMPION! Not really, but I'm getting there. Today I jokingly volunteered to try my hand at spellin' some of those there words. And I ended up being one of the four kids on my team to go on to the next level. If I win the nationals, unlikely but possible, I'll throw my trophy and say "This was a joke. I don't deserve to win. SHINODA!" I've got the speech and everything. I got to play with blocks in science class today. Today, January 13, 2010, in Mrs. Chestnutt's Eighth grade science lab, the memories of kindergarten came flooding back. The good french toast sticks and the coloring and the papercuts and band aids and whiny kids. Hasn't changed much except for teachers just yell at you and send you to the nurse when you get a paper cut. It still hurts just as much!
In gym today some mega d-nozzle goober decided that he twisted his ankle during the middle of a "non-competative" volleyball game and just lays down and gets all pissy. Come on you poop! Take it like a man! You're eight feet tall and are obviously fine because I SAW YOU lay down on the floor. I HATE when people do crap that has the potential to be funny but just isn't because they just want attention. Grrrr.
I'm trying to convince the school guidance counselor that I have bipolar disorder and that I'm dislexic and try to tell my parents too but NO ONE BELIEVES ME. (and i swear i am). If anyone else who reads this thinks they have a disorder but no one believes them, shoot me an e-mail because i am TOTALLY here for you/... {hoopsandyoyofreak@yahoo.com}

Aight Aight Aight... F The Haterz

Heyyyoooooo! Hey! What? TURN IT OFF! Dad, this is the best part!
Michael Jackson- Black Or White. If you haven't heard it, A. youtube! or B. "X" out... now.
Happy 2010. We're in the 21 century, shouldn't we have flying cars and be living like the Jetsons already? Let's pick up the pace here people. I haven't much to say. I've covered all the ridiculous shit that's happened. Balloon boy. MJ. Miley Ray Cyrus Hope Freedom what's-her-name. A local teacher from the next town over robbed two banks. Awesome. Nothing out of the ordinary really. I've been getting a few "complaints" about my last few blog posts being lame and long and whatever other L word there are. Just here to say, I couldn't care less and F the hataz. If yah don't wanna read it, don't read it but don't complain to me about it. :-) Like I always say, and QUOTE me on this when I'm dead and make me a sta', the only person that can waste your time is you. Actually, I've never said that in my life.

Merry Flippin Christmas And A Happy New Year!

Hello!!! How was the holidays? Holidays in my family are a recipe for disaster. Well, I bought myself a couple of CD's, 21st Century Breakdown and Dangerous. While taking the plastic wrapping off, I impaled my mother with a Green Day CD. The corner hit her on the ankle bone. Well, my bad. My family decided to break out all the German traditions this year, tirbuted to Uncle Herb, so we opened presents on Christmas Eve. Once everyone was hammered and loopy, dinner was over and we were on the phone with Uncle Rick, discussing what it would be like if our family won the lottery and got our own TV show. I "played Santa" this year, and by the end, I was tearing paper off to get to the bottom of the pile. My brother got three packs of microwaveable Chow Mien and five packages of underwear. I got five pairs of socks and a lot of Michael Jackson and The Beatles stuff. Bro has this *brilliant* idea.
"NEW GAME! How about, everytime someone opens a present, you do a shot."
That worked REALLY well. Haha, after a night of non-stop Carpenters, everyone had had enough so we went to bed. On Christmas Day, we drove down to Connecticut. There is NO place like home. We get to my Aunt Jay's house, and my second cousins Marisa and Tyler and my cousins Chris and Micky were there along with the whole Brizz gang. Jay, Larry, mom, dad, Mike, me, Fran, Kev, Eric, Jack, mem, and Steve. Steve shared awesome stories with us about his hairy back and how Nair works so well. Wow, thanks. I really needed to know that. My brother and Steve were gettin to Marisa real well because they kept calling her goth and she was FREAKING out. Calm down, sparky. They're just being themselves. Marisa precedes to tell me about her boyfriend. Her parents think he's gay because his name is Alexis, his favorite color is purple, and his favorite movies are Mean Girls and The Notebook... Sounds straight to me! ;-) Micky was loading up on the drinks. Rather than rum and coke, she was going for vodka and coke, which turned into vodka with a shot of coke. By the end of Christmas, everyone was cursing and so drunk, they could've given Mem a heart attack. The next day was Aunt Fran's birthday. We decided to go to the mall, so we swung by Aunt Jays to pick up Jay, Marisa and Micky. The mall was freakin' packed, but we trailed along, dragging Micky in all of her hungover glory along with us. Drunk people are really funny. But when your entire Christmas is bombarded with alcoholics, it's really unerving. Haha, after shopping for four hours, we went out to dinner for Aunt Fran's birthday. It was an extreme task trying to scope out a joint that would seat 17 people, we now had Jen and Dean joining us. We found a place and everyone meets up. This PAINSTAKINGLY long dinner consisted of me and Marisa simultaneously texting, the bro and I exchanging akward glances, and Steve shooting me weird looks I couldn't decipher. I looked over to the other end of the table and Steve goes "Jenn, turn your head. I don't want to tell you this" and continues to tell a story inappropriate for anyone my age. He also called me a redneck or something, but I've stopped processing what the druken idiot says about three years ago. He was going to take Mike and Ty out after dinner and says "That's it! I'm not touching anymore of these damn kids! I took Eric out, and got in trouble for that! Then I took Jaclyn out to get her belly button pierced and almost got in BIG trouble for that! No more" With that, he ends up taking Mike and Ty and even when Mike is supposed to drive, Steve takes the wheel and all the parents are going ballistic. Yep, that's a holiday with my family if I've ever had one. How was your holiday? If you have any great fantastic stories, I'll be glad to post them. God knows, I'm running out of things to post. You can only say so many things about your freakin' crazy family. Peace out!

Thanksgiving Was Great. And How About This Twitter Craze?

You ever read something that you wrote and think it's really hilarious. Well, I do and I just have to share.
"November 17, 2009
Heyo!! Dude, in contemporary 4-5 we learned a four minute Turkey-Jam in less than two hours. It's probably the best holiday themed dance ever choreographed. The Pat-Y-O Workshop was WICKED t.s.n.y. I think Pat-Y-O is a J-BreeZ fan. :-P My birthday was also wicked great. I got a ton of money and some sick stuff and the LINKIN PARK ROAD TO REVOLUTION DVD/CD. Sully says I'll be getting my present from... PJ MACWILLIAMS BON BON soon. What a name. Haha. We get to go to Connecticut fo' T-Giving. Way better than the nerdbombed celebration of '08. That had "gay" written all over it. But I love it down in Thomaston, so this should be fun. G'night!"

That Thanksgiving turned out to be the most entertaining holiday of all time. The Brizz Fam gets crazier by the season. As my bro says, he got to see the loving, caring family that would all get together and pray before they eat. I get the family where everyone shows up drunk and yelling, and just cackle when g-ma is the only one saying grace. Oh lord, what a generaton gap. Hah, one of my personal favorite scenarios of the weekend:
Steve (cousin): "Well, thanks mom. I'm about to head out. Let me just grab some booze before I leave." (Grabs a full bottle of vodka.)
Mike (brother): "Steve, you are a sh*tty human."
Steve: "Don't worry. I'll return it tomorrow... Empty."
Awesome. Gotta love the family. According to my mem' and her ever-decayin memory, she was a great dancer when she was younger and could put both her legs behind her head. Yeah, okay gram. She's crazy.
WE die when love is dead. We lost a dream we never had.
~LOVE.IS.DEAD [tokio hotel]
We had UN LATE START today! Who doesn't love an extra two hours of sleep? No one! With the exception of people who don't like them.
I think Twitter is really entertaining. Not just because I can publicize the best blog EVER and not to mention... my website:-) but because it shows how ridiculous people are and how much some kids need attention. Today, I just discovered after having a twitter for... 7 months now? that if you click @lpkidd or whatever your name is, it shows all the tweets that are replied to you. WHOA. I read them and almost all of them were girls from school.
"Heyyyyyyyyy follow me?????????"
"Hey sista. follow me!"
"whoa, you're on here?!? follow me!"
The only person I'm gonna follow out of all of those is the one who said,
"HEYY! I didn't know there were any other average people on here."
Take that, chikas. QUOTE ME ON THIS, IT WILL BE FAMOUS. A person is not defined by the number of followers they have, but by the quality of their tweets. Thank you. And good night.

I Like Yelling "SHINODA!" While Reading Phoenix Tweet About Tiger Woods

Alright Tiger, what's the story? Can we not drive 10 feet from our house without upsetting half the women in America? I mean really, not bad enough that he'd been doing this for so long, but he's the only black golfer in America. Tiger's wife got an offer for a golf club line that you can beat Tiger Woods with. :-) My hero right now is Phoenix from Linkin Park (the bass player) for tweeting this joke to the Twitter community. What's the difference between Tiger Woods and Santa? Santa stops at three ho's. What a slap in the face. Haha I love to yell "SHINODA" every chance I get. My friend saw him on the Grammy Award Nominee show, texts me: "SHINODA! Turn the Grammy's on!". At school I just say SHINODA in the hallways. It's more than good. It's grrrreat! Today, I went and baked cookies for the needy at the church. It was a freakin' bucket of fun. In all seriousness, it was pretty fun. There were some kids from my school there and I dragged one of my buddies there and we were kicking cookie ass. We definetly beat the high schoolers. But we had that thing goin on where there was this group of kids that did NOT look at all like they were in eighth grade. So we looked on the sign in sheet and they were. I think maybe they lied... or got held back? I'm not judging. My spidey-sense was tingling, that's all. I hope you're enjoying the blog and if you're a true brizztidbits fan, you'll jump on the SHINODA craze.

Oh Winter. The Worst Point Of The School Year, Fuzzy Socks and Christmakwanzuka (Winter Solstice)

Happy December! Winter, to me, is THE worst part of the year. And as luck will have it, I'm landed in the section of the United States where winter is longer than most of the other seasons. Awesome. Even though we get a lot of vacation days and snow days away from school, I think it's the worst part of the school year besides March. Winter at school is when you discover what the year will truly be like. It's when teachers pile on the projects that count for 200% percent of your grade and give you three days to do it. Are you passing math, because I believe 200% would be your grade in two trimesters. Tricky. Plus, you find out who the kids are that you TRULY despise and who you should stick to in your classes. People's dark sides come out, trust me. My favorite confidence-wrecker is when kids are like "oh man, I'm just so good at this subject" then recieve a progress report and it has a big fat F for FAILURE of it. Classic. Why just the other day in math (my FAVORITE subject *roll eyes unappreciatively) a boy goes "Ah, I'm so good at math" to himself. After correcting the homework, he precedes to ask the teacher if she can put numbers 5-18 on the board. The assignment was 5-25. 7 right. Yeah, you're just a freakin' genius. Also, winter is when our first report cards come out, and there's always a couple of the slackers that come out with B's. How does that happen. We should all just stop trying and we'll succeed in life. THIS BLOG HAS THE SECRET TO LIFE. If you don't try, you will succeed. Simple as that. Some good things about winter would be the fact that you can wear all the slammin' fuzzy socks you want and not have heat stroke. I am a HUGE fan of socks, so this is a big deal for me. Next time you want to wish someone a winter greeting, don't take the chance of offending any religion and say Happy Christmakwanzuka Winter Solstice. It combines Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah and Winter Solstice all together. It's a fool proof way of bringing holiday cheer. LOL(Lots.Of.Love) ~ your favorite blog writer :-)

Teachers Really Do Hate Students. And Aids Don't Even Have A Purpose. They're Like Teachers... But Not

Hello world!!!!!!!!!! How is my favorite blog-reading community today? It twas a great day today, aside from all of the boring-butt teachers who are only concerned with teaching long enough to get a pension. I SWEAR that some people only become lunch monitors and aids to be rude to kids and get away with it.
For one thing, my that teacher today is totally hunky dorky with this kid who is freaking the flip out about Santa Clause and pretending to shoot people. But yet if I tell him to "shut up" or "put a sock in it", I'm suddenly the criminal. Okkkkay.
At lunch today, it was several of my friends birthdays, so my buddy Flip brought in Chinese food for just our table to eat. We were having a grand ol time, flaunting our asian-induced goodness, when some lunch monitor comes over.
"I want to eat at THIS table! Whose birthday is it?"
The woman was OBVIOUSLY begging for food. Look lady, you get to cut any and all the students you want in the lunch line every day of the year, and they also hold special and wayyyyy better food for you people. Don't come prying our once a year treat off our table. Yah' jerk.
Aids don't even do anything. They just walk around and bug kids and break coffee mugs all up in the hallways. I'm walkin' here!!! Haha, really, they can't even give you the correct steps on how to do something if you ask for help.
THIS ONE is my personal favorite. All you adults that say that you always handle things better than children and are fair and nice...... suck on this. I am standing in the snack line buying a half filled, overpriced bag of New* healthy baked Lays chips, when I see a group of kids heading outside to at least get two minutes of fresh air before our 22 minute lunch is over. I then hear a mean aid say to another mean aid "I'll wait until they just get outside" and they smirk at eachother. SMIRK!!! Sure enough, as soon as one kid pushed the door open, the woman blows her obnoxious whistle. And she laughs. That's so rude, I cannot even fathom it. Don't taunt us with almost getting free from this little detention center and then drag us back in. A few days later, she did that to me and my buds, too. By now, I'm FURIOUS. So I go back to get my apple juice. And, while I'm obviously reaching for it, the same woman picks it up and goes "SOMEONE LEFT THEIR APPLE JUICE!" "Uh, that's mine! Sorry..." I say in the most sarcastic, unappreciative voice I can manage. "Well, thank you." the lady mocks. "Yeah, NO PROBLEMO." And I stormed my way out of the lunch room. That's right. Treat others the way you would want to be treated. That's the moral here. No matter if you're an adult or a kid, you still have to respect other people. That's all for now!!! :-)