Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts

Monday, December 14, 2009

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.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Happy Birthday, Slash. Slash Is From Guns N' Roses.

It's Slash's birthday. Good excuse to go bake cupcakes or something. SO CELEBRATE, AMERICA! I really don't have much of anything interesting to say today. Surprising, right? Hah, whatever. I'll find something.
You know what's really REALLY annoying? Is when the four people in my family (my mother, father, brother and I) are all out trying to have a nice dinner, and bro and daddio start arguing about politics. It's like mmokay, I'm not really following much of what you're saying, but I'm pretty sure it's not interesting. Therefore, CHANGE THE SUBJECT ALREADY! Seriously, my family spends up to four hours at a time talking about the government or world issues. And we (by we I mean my brother and dad) are all very right-winged people with different views. So it really just gets kind of obnoxious. Speaking of sucky dinners, that flashes me right back to this past Thanksgiving. God forbid we do what any normal family does and get a turkey and eat at home, we decide to round up the whole Brisebois clan from Connecticut and New Hampshire, split the difference and meet up at a Bugaboo Creek in Massachusetts. Why? Because we had a coupon. Oh yeah, that's a good way to determine what we do for Thanksgiving?!? Haha, that was pretty much the worst Thanksgiving ever. The place was PACKED, and the waiters were like jackin' chairs from other tables just so we could sit all 5oo of us at this gigantic table. I didn't even get turkey. I ate a steak on Thanksgiving. But, that was a personal choice. I figured if we're gonna mess with it, why not get a steak? There was all these talking animal heads on the wall and little squirrels that would just start dive-bombing down from the ceiling. TRYING TO EAT, THANKS. Personally, I thought that was the gayest idea for a resteraunt. I would rather not have the heads of animals that are on my plate, talking to me while I'm eating. But whatever. So that was probably one of the worst eating experiences I've ever had.
Well, have a fun day!