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.
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Monday, December 14, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Life Scenarios Really Are Based on Two Things: Facts and Karma
I haven't blogged in forever. Cuz' blogging's for losers. So that;s why I'm here. :P truthfully, I forgot my password so I was unable to access my creation. Haha, never fear, the Brizz is back. I'd like to start off by sayin that YOU HAVE BETTER CHECKED OUT/LISTENED TO/BOUGHT ON ITUNES OR IN STORES THE DEAD BY SUNRISE "OUT OF ASHES" CD. If you have not, you're not allowed back to this blog ever again until you do. So, get on that. Now for a couple of announcements:
~HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAD DELSON (December 1)
~HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY FLIP AND SAN (December 7 and 8)
~Thank you Pags for giving me the Paramore album Riot, you should all check it out. Everyone knows Misrey Business, so look into that, yo!
Yah' know what I learned today? One, that my music teacher makes references to Monte Python several times everyday and I swear to god, that we watches it everyday. Two, that reseraunts always make up their own crappy birthday songs to sing that go along with your free birthday dessert because Paul McCartney actually owns the rights to the song Happy Birthday (not the Beatles "The Birthday Song). Weird, right? No wonder the guys so famous, that song along must be raking in enough money to abolish poverty in Southern Africa! Cah-razy!
I'm one of those people, along with being a mindfreak, who just always gets the bad end of karma. It's real, don't you doubt that. Everyone loves reading about other people's ability to fail, so here you go.
Today at lunch, I decide it would be a fun game for me to sit at the end of the lunch table where everyone walks by, close my eyes, have my friends tell me when someone's coming, and then fling my limbs out into the aisle so as to hit someone. Well I hit this one chick twice, but she deserved it because you'd think she'd have learned the first time. GO AROUND. Then we took this little game outside and I was being guided through a parking lot and basketball court filled with a bunch of rude eight graders. I fell off the side of the sidewalk. Good fun.
I ALWAYS end up walking into people making out. I manage to look away and give a "sup" to someone right as there is a lip-locking couple in my path of travel. It's great. I've run into the same girl and her b.f. at least three times. One time, I ran into two couples in a row. NEW RECORD.
We all have days when we just aren't entirely there. During everyones favorite period of the day, something we cleverly named Core and More, we were learning a very complicated fourth grade skill called "Making Graphic Organizers." I now hold the record for the sadest attempt at describing something... ever. Mr. Vassar, being the good man he is, puts up with my "unique" way of learning.
He asks "Does anyone know what a graphic organizer is"
Me, thinking about what I'm doing after school or staring at some kid goes "Mmmmhmm!"
Mr. V shoots be a look, and I may have peed my pants either from the shock of being looked at or the fact that I'm now answering involuntarily.
"Can you define it?"
"Uh, no. No I can't, sorry."
"Alright, anyone else?"
....."OH WAIT YES! Yes, yeah, I can do it now! Yeah."
He calls on me.
"It's. It's uhh.... It's uhhhhhh...... It's a box..... With other boxes... around it??? And they have... ideas in them."
That's an answer deserving of a Nobel Peace Prize.
The other day, getting out of the car, I accidentally kicked a paper out of Katrina's car, and it blew underneath. I preceded to get the paper from under the car, while chewing on a piece of Ice Cube gum.
"I got it, I got it. Don't worry Katrina, I got it!"
After a solid 5 minutes of chasing the paper around in the wind, I catch it.
"GOT IT!"
For whatever reason, I made the noise of a cat with a hairball and swallowed my gum. A great way to start your morning is on a stomach full of winter-green goodness.
~HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAD DELSON (December 1)
~HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY FLIP AND SAN (December 7 and 8)
~Thank you Pags for giving me the Paramore album Riot, you should all check it out. Everyone knows Misrey Business, so look into that, yo!
Yah' know what I learned today? One, that my music teacher makes references to Monte Python several times everyday and I swear to god, that we watches it everyday. Two, that reseraunts always make up their own crappy birthday songs to sing that go along with your free birthday dessert because Paul McCartney actually owns the rights to the song Happy Birthday (not the Beatles "The Birthday Song). Weird, right? No wonder the guys so famous, that song along must be raking in enough money to abolish poverty in Southern Africa! Cah-razy!
I'm one of those people, along with being a mindfreak, who just always gets the bad end of karma. It's real, don't you doubt that. Everyone loves reading about other people's ability to fail, so here you go.
Today at lunch, I decide it would be a fun game for me to sit at the end of the lunch table where everyone walks by, close my eyes, have my friends tell me when someone's coming, and then fling my limbs out into the aisle so as to hit someone. Well I hit this one chick twice, but she deserved it because you'd think she'd have learned the first time. GO AROUND. Then we took this little game outside and I was being guided through a parking lot and basketball court filled with a bunch of rude eight graders. I fell off the side of the sidewalk. Good fun.
I ALWAYS end up walking into people making out. I manage to look away and give a "sup" to someone right as there is a lip-locking couple in my path of travel. It's great. I've run into the same girl and her b.f. at least three times. One time, I ran into two couples in a row. NEW RECORD.
We all have days when we just aren't entirely there. During everyones favorite period of the day, something we cleverly named Core and More, we were learning a very complicated fourth grade skill called "Making Graphic Organizers." I now hold the record for the sadest attempt at describing something... ever. Mr. Vassar, being the good man he is, puts up with my "unique" way of learning.
He asks "Does anyone know what a graphic organizer is"
Me, thinking about what I'm doing after school or staring at some kid goes "Mmmmhmm!"
Mr. V shoots be a look, and I may have peed my pants either from the shock of being looked at or the fact that I'm now answering involuntarily.
"Can you define it?"
"Uh, no. No I can't, sorry."
"Alright, anyone else?"
....."OH WAIT YES! Yes, yeah, I can do it now! Yeah."
He calls on me.
"It's. It's uhh.... It's uhhhhhh...... It's a box..... With other boxes... around it??? And they have... ideas in them."
That's an answer deserving of a Nobel Peace Prize.
The other day, getting out of the car, I accidentally kicked a paper out of Katrina's car, and it blew underneath. I preceded to get the paper from under the car, while chewing on a piece of Ice Cube gum.
"I got it, I got it. Don't worry Katrina, I got it!"
After a solid 5 minutes of chasing the paper around in the wind, I catch it.
"GOT IT!"
For whatever reason, I made the noise of a cat with a hairball and swallowed my gum. A great way to start your morning is on a stomach full of winter-green goodness.
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