Watch this.

Watch this, then get off your ass and watch “(500) Days of Summer”!

The blog is dead.

It shall come back more powerful than ever!!!!!

Just not at 2:30 on a friday night/ saturday morning.

back by popular demand

Hah, what a cocky title, I know, right?

I was supposed to write a second post about procrastination. But i sort of put it off.

No really, it’s not even a joke, i swear. True story.

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Back to procrastination, I put off this blog post 3 weeks, and i put off my newspaper article 2 weeks.
What do I have to do before i can do homework?

1. I watch TV
2. Go on the computer
3. Eat
4. Think of things I could be doing instead of doing homework
5. Strategize on how i am going to do my homework
6. Think about doing my homework
7. Play with legos
8. Draw robots
9. Sit in anticipation of doing my homework.
10. Write a blog post

Now, you must understand why i never get anything done, with all of this to do.

My article, which is to be about 250 words in length, is supposed to be about an event in my school, called art week. You know, it’s pretty hard to make an amusing article about something so uneventful i doubt that i should even call it an event. I could totally bullshit the whole story.

“All students helped out with the wall mural as expected, they definitely did not all walk by it and leave it completely unfinished!”

“Real life DINOSAURS ran through the halls terrorizing students, for art week.”

The possibilites are endless.

I guess one can only expect so much from a high school department newspaper, at least i don’t have a high standard to live up to.

I seem to have no time for homework after i get home because i pass out on my bed from the tiring day.

• Monday- FREE
• Tuesday- Matt 25 Social Justice Committee, AND rugby
• Wednesday- Art Council
• Thursday- Rugby
• Friday- Rock climbing (maybe)

This, put together with daily P.E. makes my procrastination barely quite acceptable.

I leave you with this:

Holy yowza, the temptation.

I am currently trying to cut out red meat from my diet, more complicatated then i thought. Wish me luck.

mk

Greetings, earthlings

This is a changing world, change is all around us, in every shape and form. Not merely an opinion, but a scientific fact.

Culture will have it’s eras.

50s belonged to the danny zucco’s of our world.

60s, the hippies

70s gave us on a new wave of disco dancers, and rock and rollers.

80s brought upon us the first sign of  synth pop, and cross dressers, who called themselves “Glam Rockers”

90s was all about the fanboys and fangirls of nkotd, christina, brittney, n*sync, bsb, and so forth.

the 00’s, which doesn’t really roll of the tongue, brought on change so fast. all around me, i saw my classmates, over time changing from osh kosh bgosh, to gap, to old navy, and then around grade 6 they started wearing baggy jeans, and insisted it was the cool thing.

Don’t get me wrong, i understand the whole, Fashion vs. Utility argument as well as the next guy over, or woman i suppose, but this wasn’t anything i even found particularly pleasing to the eye. I was not willing to wear something as “ghastly” as that just to have a pair of pants lugging around in the playground mud.

By the time of grade 7, i was complaining that my jeans were too big, while others were complaining they were too tight. Looking at my jeans from then right now, i know who the reasonable one is. I would look up to my brother for wisdom, but he wasn’t half the fashionista he is now. So i looked to outside sources.

I would read in magazines, all about trendy celebrities, and fashion do’s and don’ts, and then i realized, this isn’t how people dress in school. I would try on a new look, and get deadly glares from those around me. I snuck back into hiding for a while, playing it safe. It was grade school, i would wear a t-shirt and jeans. I had finished my last year and was ready for my summer break.

I would roam the malls day after day, seeing the same sights over and  over again.

I was never a skateboarder, i once used my brother’s toys ‘r’ us star wars skateboard, but nothing really happened.  I had always been afraid of skateboard shops, and the people in them, but I finally decided to go in. That’s when i found my holy grail.

I had heard, and seen skinny jeans before, it was truly shocking to me. A guy wearing girl’s jeans. I would ask my mom, “Why?” with a “disturbed/concerned/disgusted look” on my face.

But there it was right in front of me, skinny jeans, but these jeans were in “boys sizes” which gave me enough confidence to try them on. I came out, and bursted out in laughter! I could not believe my eyes, it was truly hilarious to me. My genitals didn’t fit all to well and neither did anything else. I took them off, threw them off to the side.

I was intrigued, the image of me in front of the mirror, actually considering these pants for a split second, lingered in my head. We looked around, and were about to leave the store.

“It would be so funny if I bought skinny jeans, I think i’m going to buy skinny jeans! Hahaha!”

and so it begins…