casting crowns is awesome

Hello. I haven't written in a while. Sorry. I know that there are a lot of people that read this. But, over the 12 or 13 days that I haven't written things have changed. I am much stronger spirituality and now I understand more about my faith. Last night was real fun. We had this chat going with Mr. Owen and some other people. I have to admit that talking to a teacher online was different, but it was almost like he wasn't a teacher. It was like he was there to talk, but more to listen to us and then every now and then chime in a comment. Like he would say something then back off and just listen to what we had to say. I thought that that was really cool. I started to ask him some tough questions and he said for me to stop by his office Tuesday morning and talk to him about it. That's cool. He also told me to bring the 12 Stones cd. It's bad man. It's so tight. I love it and I think that he will too. Hopefully. Right now I am listening to Casting Crowns. Sooo good. We went to the mall today for lunch. I love doing that. Lately though I have been spending waaay too much money. I bought a hat today. And I wouldn't have done that, but the had is P.I.M.P. It's Adidas and its a trucker hat with this black leather on the front and orange mesh in the back. So tizzight. Alright, well, I have been studying all night, so I guess I'll go watch some TV and get some Moose Tracks.

P.S. Thank you Mr. Owen.

consider this an invitation- to my gangsta nation

Wuttup. Yesterday was a great day. Mrs. Hepler's test was so easy, my Spanish quiz was only 15 points and my math test was easy also. I couldn't remember how to do 2 problems that were the same concept, but then I remembered. It was a good feeling. Then, I called my dad when I got out of school, and he said that he hadn't picked up the car yet. So, I went with him. It was sweet. We now have a Jaguar X-Type. It's a straight drive which is even better. I haven't gotten used to it yet, but I can drive it. It rolls a ton more then our truck. I have got driving the truck down to an art. I'm sure that I'll get used to the Jag also. And, another big difference is that the Jag has 192 horsepower and the truck has about 80. I still love that truck though. I love driving it. Then, I went to Bass Pro and picked up some supplies. I now have too much tackle to fit into my tackle box. I also have 4 rods. I'm doing quite well with my fishing. Ok, well, I need to go watch my dad's tennis match, but I don't have a ride. I'm going to B-rown's house tonight and it's going to be saweet.



Remember September 11th always. Remember what our President did and how you felt about the terroists then and how he answered with pride and dignity in his eyes. He made the right choice.

they named it san diago, which in spanish means "a whales vagina"

So, today was Thursday. It was quite an eventful day. GACS switched 2nd period and growth period. I like it when we do that because after 2nd period, you are done for the day. I think that's pretty sweet. I have 3 tests tomorrow: math, english, and spanish. It's going to be a rough day. The math tests you can never study for and the english is over the listening unit and it's going to have a bunch of examples of listening and then you are going to have to tell which one that is. I think that since it's scantron it will be easy... hopefully. I also have a math test. Today Mrs. Kelsey handed out our averages. I have an 88%. I'm not sure how it's that low. I have one bad grade- a 60% on a quiz that's a 20 point grade... but I made a 93% on a 100 point test. I don't know what's up with that. After school Kyle, Casey, and I all stayed after for the football game. During that 2 hours after school waiting for the game to start, we bought posters in the Spartan Store and made posters for our friends. It sounded like a bad idea, and turned out to be one. We ditched the signs at the stadium. Brown Bear said that they were going to beat Lovett handily. Uhhh, according to the score board they were handling us. We got annihilated. It was so unreal I couldn't count that high. There whole team looked gigantic and played like it. It was a lot of fun watching my friends though and hanging with them at the same time. So, tomorrow I'll hopefully have a friend over. I need to go to Bass Pro Shops too tomorrow. I've got 3 new poles and I need a rack to keep them on. Stay classy San Diego.

yeah baby! yeah!

So, I haven't written in quite a while. I was going to yesterday, but I couldn't get around to it. Over the weekend I went to our lake house. It was great. My uncle works for Budweiser and he got a new tube that's frickin awesome. We rode that quite a bit and I also went fishing a lot too. Well, I actually only got to go for about 30 minutes, but the other times I was picking out new tackle for my tackle box. My grandfather gave me a ton of new plugs and 2 boxes full of fake worms. It's sweet. He also gave me 3 new rods so that I can have more than 1 rod going at a time. I never have to buy new supplies ever again. Well, yeah I will, but still. He hasn't been doing so good lately. He had a seizure right before school started and has been sore ever since. He also went to the doctor today and he found out that he has a broken vertebra in his back. But, the doctor said that it is already starting to heal itself. Yesterday after we got home from the lake, I read 100 minutes for Mrs. Hepler's class. She's talking about scheduling those times for the book talks and I'm not even close to being done. I have about 150 pages left, maybe 200 left to read. I think that if she gives us this weekend, then I'll be able to finish in time. So, that's pretty much what's going on right now. I'm ready to go fishing again. I also have a test in Bible again tomorrow as well as a Biology test Thursday. So, I'll see how things turn out.

it's elmination time bitches

So, I just got back from the GACS footballs game. It was sweet. We picked this fight with the other school's 8th graders and we were about to open up a can on them. They kept asking us if they could play with us using our football, and we told them no repeatedly. They had already stolen our ball like 5 times and 4 of those times it had gone over the fence. So, we didn't want that to happen again. They ended up following us around for about an hour or so and then we eventually went up into the GACS side of the benches. They didn't follow us there. It was actually quite funny. I definetely failed Mrs. Hepler's vocabulary test today because I knew the words going into the test; it's just that when I get to taking the test I get confused on the words because they are all so alike. Then, obviously, I get the sentences wrong because I didn't know the definitions. I might even get a deficiency in that class. That's no good. I got my Bible test back. Can you say 97%?... because I can. Well, I'm tired. Talkin' smack to some country ars county makes you tired.

Oh yeah, I won't be writing for a while. I'm going to the lake house until Monday. See you then. Wish me luck on catching some big fish tomorrow.

pissed

So, today was overall a good day. Kyle and I went fishing again today. We didn't catch 1 single thing. It sucked. And, to top it all off, I kept getting my rod all tangled up. Now, I wasted like $10 worth of line, some bait, and more line. I'm not sure what else to do. Then when I got home I asked my mom if she would take me to get some more and she just flipped out. She got so mad. Then I told her that I would never actually expect her to do anything for me that she wouldn't want to do. Then she got even more mad saying to me, "I don't know how you could say that!" So, we came to the conclusion that I'm going to go tomorrow afternoon on the way home from school. That's alright as long as we go before this weekend. I'll be extremely glad in 11 months when I can get my liscense and a car so I can go wherever I want, when I want. Well, school was just like any other day... boring. I'm so glad that I made a 93% on my math test though. That's the first time in a while that I've made an A on a math test. So, I'll see ya'll later.

addicted

So, I went fishing today with Kyle Walker. He's a queer. Haha just playing there Kwalk. Anyway, me being the amazing fisherman, I caught 1 fish. I caught him right at the very end. Kyle (he sucks at fishing) caught 4. He got extremely lucky. Ok, so I was so good at casting that everytime I would reel in my long cast it would get stuck. Gauran-frickin-tee it would. So, I'm reeling in my worm, and it gets stuck on a stick, but I can see the top of the stick still. So, I think that I can reach this stick. Because at this point I am extremely pissed because I've lost like 5 worms, half my line on the spool, and 5 swivels. So, Kyle holds my feet and I reach into the water to get the stick. Well, I was laying on this big incline and I grabbed the stick, but it was so weak that it snapped instantly because the water had rotted it. So basically I got my shirt and pants all dirty because I was stubborn enough to go and attempt to get this stick. I now owe Kyle about 4 worms. Another time I was reeling in a worm, then I would look down and my line would be screwed up all around my spool. That's when I started getting mad. I went with tons of line, came back with half the size. Oh well, that is what it's for. I finally caught one and it was a huge one. Came in on the scale at 1/2 pounds. MASSIVE. Kyle's I thought was about 3 pounds and turned out to be just over 1 pound. It was a big bass to be only 1 pound I thought. Then when me and Kyle were relocating, this awful golfer stepped up (we were on the golfcourse) and topped this ball and it went in the other part of the lake. I felt bad for the guy. He was worse than me. He was so bad that the beverage cart lady started to laugh when he hit his 3 golf balls... all ending up in the water. So, when he came to mine and Kyle's hole we got skurred. So we were hiding behind trees and anything we could to not get hit. But, the reason that this entry is entitled "addicted" is that I'm addicted to writing in this thing for some reason. I'm not sure why, but I'm sure that it's just like everything else- I'll like it for a little bit, then I will lose interest in it and never look at it again. I don't know though.

mr. burgendy you have a massive erection

So, today was Wednesday. I took Mr. Owen's test. It was actually a lot harder than I thought that it would be. I knew most of it though. It depends on how easily he grades his tests. I knew all the main ideas, but I didn't know like how to explain them. I was actually quite surprised when I first got the test that he would make a test in his class this challenging. But, I was kinda mad too because some of the essays was like: judging by our discussions in class, give one example of yadda yadda yadda. Ok, so we never discussed anything in class. The only thing that we ever talked about relating to school were those notes. That's it. Case closed. But, he still put that on the test. Oh well. The rest of the period went well though.

Then Mr. Owen started going "deeper." He asked deeper questions like:
1. What is it in this world can my talents be used to make something better? Then he asked the class what they thought it would be. My section of the class got nicknamed "the stone-hearted section." I didn't answer, but some of the answers were like racism, getting blamed for something you didn't do, and things of that nature. Now, me being the conservative that I am, I was thinking homeless people that are able to get jobs that don't have jobs. But, I didn't want to say that because I didn't want the rest of the class to think that I was just saying that because Alan is in the class. And no one wants false things like that being thought. Oh yeah, Alex Koh, Peter Labona, Sam, and I had to put on a skit demonstrating false rumors. How do you spell disaster? Oh yeah, P-E-T-E-R. He came up with this skit even though I didn't want to go along with it, but I was forced to by my other team members. The skit lasted about 1/2 as long as the other groups and ours just flat out sucked. Sucked terribly. But, oh well, maybe we won't get that bad of a grade.

Then I had art. Now, I'm not exactly the best student in art, but I try. We had to turn in a "sketchbook assignment." This is no strange thing because we have one due every block day. This one though was no good. We had to make a shape on our "sketchbook" 10 times. Then, go around the house and find 10 different things to make colors with. It was entitled "unorthodox materials." Now, me being the retard that I am, decided to make one using some items from the fridge. So, I grabbed anything I could. Including, mustard, mayo, syrup, and ketchup. Some other things that I included were twigs, leaves, and bark. I made a 19/20. Not bad. My art average is 97% and I thought that it would be higher than that. I don't really remember making below a 95% on anything but one assignment where I actually did make a 95%. Then we had to present our pieces of art to not only our class, but to the other class as well. So, when she called my name I walked up there and described my "bird." I'm not sure what type of bird, but a bird. People seemed to like it, as well as applaud for me when I was finished. Although, they applauded for everyone when they were done as well. Some of the artworks were amazing. They put mine and a few others to absolute shame. But, that's okay, art isn't exactly my "cup of tea" anyway.

Then english with Mrs. Hepler. We had a short story due today. I turned one of my 6 copies into my classes little trays and sat down. Then she said trade with 5 other random people. So basically I start just passing them out left and right. I lose track of who has mine. So, after those people critiqued my work, I received the first one. Now, the grading scale was 1 to 5. 5 being the best. And, obviously, 1 being the lowest. So, I get the first one back and it says 2. I immediately feel my confidence about this paper drop. But, since I had lost track of who graded my paper, I didn't know who had graded it. I figured it out by the end of the period. Somehow Brittany Frega had gotten a hold of my paper and graded it a 2. I was mad. I didn't give any of the people's papers that I critiqued a 2. I at least gave them a 3, which Mrs. Hepler said was average. I get the other four back and it is 1 3 and 3 4's. So, that made me feel better about my paper.

Then health. We took a quiz. I would have such a higher average in that class if Casey didn't sit next to me. He turns everything into some perverted statement and of course I start laughing and Coach Shelton has to know what we are laughing at. But, I have a 90% and I think that if push comes to shove, then I'll study and make better grades in there.


Last night was an amazing night for the Republicans. Arnold S. (can't spell his last name) gave one amazing speech. It just made me be so proud to be an American and a Republican at that. I don't see how anyone could be a Christian and a Democrat. It just doesn't work together. There are so many things that liberals stand for that is just extremely un-Christ like. But, don't get me started on liberals. Cough! cough! Mrs. Richey! cough! cough! Haha.

Another cool thing that happened last night was that Scoville Jenkins was in the U.S. Open. He is from Georgia and is one of the best juniors of all time from Georgia. He is only 17 years old. That's amazing. Even though he was playing Andy Roddick, another one of my favorites, I still wanted Scoville to win; to show the world how the people from the ATL roll. Haha.

Well, I don't have any homework tonight, and no tests tomorrow, so I might be back later on tonight if I have nothing else to do.

Hahahaha. You all you have Mrs. Hepler will love this:
when I was doing spell check it said to replace Hepler with evil.

Haha that's great.

No Lie

Cool, I now know how to sorta kinda work this thing. The impact that one of these journals has on you is quite amazing. I already feel like I know myself a lot better. I know, that usually doesn't sound like me, but something has changed just in the last few hours since school has let out. I'm not quite sure what it is yet, but I'm really proud of myself for whatever it is. I think that something as so simple as reading my Bible teacher's blog, (haha that sounds different) has made a difference in me. I'm glad to have a Bible teacher as cool as Mr. Owen, even if I do find it odd that he has a blog... but strangely I see why he has one now. For reasons just like me. And ya know, I didn't even read that much- just the first and the last entries. That's all I needed. But, another thing, somehow all the stress that's piled on me was lifted up and now I don't feel the stress of school... like that big Bible test tomorrow! I was stressing that because normally I never do anything like this before all my homework is done. But, now, things are different and I somehow found time to make this "blog" and write 2 entries. I wish that we had chapel tomorrow. Woah, I used to never say that. And when I say used to I mean like 5 hours ago. I'm not quite sure what's going on, but I think that I have some idea. Mr. Owen told my 3rd Period Bible class (my class is waay better than 4th period too by the way) that he had a teacher or someone that was of a higher "position" than him told him to journal. And of course I was like yeah, right. But now, I see exactly where he was coming from. So maybe tomorrow I'll give you an update on what's going on and see how things are going.

Ok, college football starts this Saturday. Finally. I'm extremely pumped about North Carolina football this year. Somehow, I know that we will win at least 3 games this year. Haha. We are soo bad, but if we don't improve after this year, we are going to fire our coach and Steve Spurrier said that he would fill in for the job. (That's why he's laying low this year and not taking a coaching job.) I know that some people can't believe that, but believe it. It's the truth. Would I ever put anything that wasn't true in my blog. Of course not.

Another thought... I think that the thing in chapel today was cool; and if they had to learn that clapping thing just for today, that was a crapload of stuff to memorize just to entertain chapel for 30 seconds. Then, the girl sitting next to me, looks at me when it's over and says, "that was fun, huh?" How am I supposed to respond to a question like that? Uhh, yeah sure that was incredibly fun? or No, that wasn't fun. Now turn around and don't talk to me. So, I took the alternative high- road and said "yeah." Now, that may not seem like a lot to you, but for me, that was quick thinking. I'm smooth like that. You know.

Then the last period of the day I took a Spanish test. Did "Senorita" Walton honestly think that a ninth grade student could do that. I mean I knew all the translations and I was prepared, but I didn't actually think that I would have trouble understanding what to put in the blank. It was confusing! Then she had this part on some article that we had to translate for homework one night on there. Not just on there, but what the article was about. Again, I knew the stupid translations, but I didn't know the characteristics of the guy. So, guess what? I guessed. What a shocker. I'm glad that it was only 5 or 6 questions though. That was a relief. Then tonight Ms. Hepler assigns some gigantic assignment on writing a short story using like some rediculous amount of words. I think it was 27. That's a huge assignment to do in one night. But, me being the studious person that I am, started right when I got home; so I finished in 2 hours or so. Then the class has to read it tomorrow which I'm not lookin forward to, but life goes on.

This is a pretty big entry. Don't expect them all to be this long, even though I know that you are dying to see what my life unfolds next.

Ok so I just studied for that Bible test and now I think that I know the material well. I wanted to show you some of the lyrics to one of my favorite songs:

Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you, I’m always wrapped up in things I cannot win
You are the antidote that gets me by, something strong like a drug that gets me high
What I really meant to say, is I’m sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say, is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so Cold to you,
I’m sorry about all the lies, maybe in a different light,
You can see me stand on my own again cause now I can see here
You are the antidote that got me by, something strong like a drug that got me high
What I really meant to say, is I’m sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say, is I’m sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so cold
I never really wanted you see the screwed side of me
That I keep locked inside of me so deep, it always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go so many things you should have known
I guess all we need is no; I never meant to be so cold

That song is Cold by: Crossfade. I really like it.


I tried to put a picture on here, but I'm too stupid to figure it out. I really wanted to put some cool and funny pictures on here, but no. I'll have to experiment with the site a little more to get it down. I put a scripture from Psalm on my profile. Here is another one that I like:

Be careful how you live among your unbelieving neighbors. Even if they accuse you of doing wrong, they will see your honorable behavior, and they will believe and give honor to God when he comes to judge the world.
-1 Peter 2:12

Anyway I thought that I would share that little scripture with you.

Ok, that's quite enough for one day.

Yesssssss! This one tastes like the cow got into an onion patch... thats correct

So, now I made this blog. I think that I was influenced after seeing Mr. Owen's blog. Other than that there really is no reason to make one of these, but I did anyway. My blog will be original (not that Mr. Owen's isn't) but mine won't be religious. Every now and then I may put scripture up, but I'll let the school chaplain do his job... what he's best at. And, I am also going to try and use good grammar because I think that it looks a ton better if you do. And another reason why I created this was to fool my parents into thinking I was typing homework ( just kidding I would never do that ;) and it was a ton easier than making a xanga. Those things take forever to make and then to fill out all that stuff that goes on there is just a pain. So, in conclusion, (I have only been in Mrs. Hepler's english class 3 weeks and I already talk like I'm writing an essay) I'm not sure if anyone will read or want to read this. I have been in Mr. Owen's class 3 weeks and he has already convinced me that I should have a journal... and ironicly (good word) I have always wanted to start one, but never have had the courage- until now. But, honestly, this isn't for you, it's for me.