Wow, what a productive day. I've cut down THREE count 'em, ONE, TWO, THREE! trees today and it's not even lunch time yet. Take THAT Mother Nature!

How many trees have YOU cut down today?
Oh, none?
That's what I thought!

hahahah.
good one scotty, although i must say that did you think that thier lkiving in our resourses?!?! we need water to live adn how can we drink the water when their living there?!?!? didcha think about that?~!?!?!
ah, the renee has a job...thats right, she now works at Once Upon a Child.....
ahhh......
other than that, I got nothing......
well actually im going to camping this weekend, which should be fun....
well now i leave you all to ponder odd things
like were the hell are all the baby pigoens and seagulls?!?!?

I was sitting by my pond and this thought suddenly dawned upon me. Fish live in water. Water, is the equivalent of a fish's home.

So the next time you're drinking a glass of water, remember that you're drinking somebody's home, and you should be ashamed of yourself.

Ha!

hey hey
this new blogger format looks pretty damn spiffy!
anyway, semi-long time and no post! im sure you all missed me
hmm, so many stories to tell. well i'll start with the grossest one.

In my basement we have this ANCIENT sewing machine, its literally from the 1950's.
I was trying to work on my quilt for fashion, but the threads kept getting caught underneith. So I took it apart and put it back together, but it still wouldnt work for me. So finally being fed up, I call my mum down to help me. Its 11 pm, and tylers sitting playing on my computer. So my mum fixes it. But there I needed to pull a thread up, so I had my finger right underneith the needle, and my mum decided to Slowly turn the hand wheel. So I slowly got my finger pierced by a sewing machine. right through the nail, and almost out the other side, theres actually a marjk where it almost came out. and to everyone's surprise I didnt yell or scream or anything. it was just kinda a " mom, moooom, MOM!" and apperently she had the biggest grin on her face, but she was trying to be serious....oh man, then driving tyler home he decided to lecture me on safety while using teh sewing machine. he was telling me all this stuff as though I had put the needle through my finger. oh man, my mum was laughing all night and then the next morning when she first say me....it doesnt really hurt, just a litttle tender.
but damn i hate bandaids!

well I've stalled enough of putting off writing my Macbeth essay...
so more stories of the odd, strange, and gross later

Uhh... Is it a weekend? What day is it? Apparently my clock informs me that it is Sunday. I've lost all track of time recently. It seems my mole experiment is running smoothly. The other day I had trouble telling how high I was, meaning I thought I was on the third floor, then when I suddenly realized that I was actually in the basement I felt a dropping feeling in my stomach like when you go down on a rollercoaster. It was really cool, and scary at the same time. It may have also had something to do with me dreaming falling off a cliff at that exact moment, but I'm more inclined to beleive it was my mole experiment finally taking it's toll. I can't disclose the details of this experiment but it is due in part to massive boredom, so I'd like to thank the man up stairs for giving us so little to do. Wait, what was I talking about? Bah I don't remember and I'm far too tired at the moment to read back what I've just writen so I'll change the subject. Uhh I'm really enjoying drawing lately though, and I'm actually getting better, I still suck, but I'm getting better. I guess that kinda happens when you have nothing better to do than draw all day long. I really want to go back to school, I can't wait until August when I'm allowed to sign up again and go back. If I'm an idiot again at school, somebody please slap me accross the face and knock some sense into me, I don't think I'll need it but if I so much as glance out the window WHAMO! slap across the face. Anyway, uhh I'm out of things to say... Oh! My grampa was visiting for a month and he just left on Friday, it was really nice seeing him again and sadly it's probably the last time I'll see him. Before he left he spoke to me about going back to school, and I thought that was really great of him, he's upporting me and it showed me that he really cares, not that there was much doubt before that but it's just nice when people show how much they care about you sometimes. Well, this has gone on a bit long and I really didn't even have anything to say. It's amazing how much you can write when there's actually NOTHING to talk about, heh. Utill next time...