My new blog

Ahha I have a new blog! I am going to stop writing in this one and will be writing in the new one. The porpus of this switch is that I can now write posts w/ password protection. this means that if I feel like writing somthing that might offend you, well, now yoou can't read it. so, HA.
www.goddog.wordpress.com

Posting for fear of the killer compos bin

Well, this is me feeling guilty about not ever posting
not really. this is more like me finaly posting 'cuz I got so many threts about not posting that I thought that it would be better if i did. Better for my chances of my serivla that is. I hav been juz' doin the old life thing lately. school, hom,e bighstorm. you know how it is.
Nettel stew. hummmmmmmmm. well I really don't know seeing as how I really haven't ever eaten neetels.
the dave says that the nettls are smelling like cat pee, but I really don't know what he is talking about. GOD. ths is suck blody depressing music. how the hell can people run around being cheerfull while listening to this? anothe one of life's mysterys.
Shaved heads. Wow. I really am inpressed i really don't think that i would have the necessary balls to shave my head eaven if i reallly did have the urge. Also I would look like some kind of alien if I was to shave the old hair. but that would be exciting...
Thinking about wheather or not i want to be in the phantom of the opra this spring. on one hand it would be really cool to have my own theam music and be a compleat badd-ass. On the other hand, I REALLY don't what to do the whole lern to sing thing. It isn't just as symp;le as lerning some songs. I would haave to lern how to sing first. I supose that maby i should od that sometime anyway but... now? Also, I am not realli into the whole phantom-of-the-opra thing. My brothers explaned the phantom of the opra verry well.they said:
the only people that like that are teenage girls that wish that they had lots of guys hanging off of them, and middelaged wimen who don't get any action.
I really think that that sums it up very nnicely. no ofence ment anyone, but, well you read this blog for my opinone.
So, seeing as how i don't fal into eather of those casses I think it is not so hot. especally for a middellschoool to me doing as a play. And, not many of the kin=ds are really that interested in it. but, whatever floats you boat i gues.

Round And Round And Round AGANE

So, Now that i have been straghtened out by my readers, i am going to write a entery that has absolutaly no pissing of in it (I know, now that I have that handy shoting licance I am not eaven going to use it. just you weaght). Now, what I am going to write about is a thing that I have been thinking alot about lately. I have eaven gone to all the troble to write this on my comp while I am at homw, thinking that maby if i write this first then I will acualy post it. so here you have it. some of the things i am going to say don’t really make seans yet because they have beet sortuv ratteling loosly around in that cavity which is my head for not quite long enough, but i will leave it up to you to figur out.

So, do you ever have the feeling when you are doing something and all the suden it is like you just woke up and you realize that you have been acting on autopilot? If you have you will know what i mean, and if you haven;t then you shoutd cont yourself lucky and stop reading this (count yourself lucky tha you have mnever had this feeling, no that you get to stop reading. But there is something to be said for that as well...). so, this feeling of having been asleep while you are conducting daly life. I have relaized lately that I have been having this feeling all the time. And I mean ALL the time. i find that it is hard to snap out of it sometimes. Now, as soon as i realized this, I began thiinking about why it is that this is happening to me. And this is the answer that poped ot os ome dusty back cavern of my mind, and it said (while brusing off spider webs) basicly this.
All my life i have been tought to plan for the futer. Now that is all find and dandy to some extent, you don’t want to wallow in the things that have happened (that usally winds up in a small padded room), and you don’t want to only live in the present (that usually leeds to living under bridges and “a federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison), You need to plan for the futer. Now that is good, but you can take that theory to and extream. All my life it has been getting ready for some unknown time in the futer. You need to also live in the preseent. what the blody hell is the use of all this stuff if you are always saying that you are going to use it soon, or you will need it, but you spend your whole life bilding up these stockpiles of resorces and you can never use them because you are saving them for later, and you are so buisy making them you don’t have any time to enjoy what is happening now. This happens to me all the time. I find myself doing school, reading a book going on a walk, talking to some one, practicing drums, but it is all automatic. I am really not eaven there. I am off somewhere els, thinking about what will happen next time, and what I should do to prepare myself for the next job. But I am not stoping to look at the job that I anm doing now. I am always reading the word ahed of the one that I am saying now. Now, as you can emagin this is a problum. I have to stop, take my head out of the bag and look around. And this brings me to the way that this has beena problum latley. there are a few things that i need ot do that I need to do that I have been puting off by not living in the now. this must stop. It really doesn’t get those things donee to say “this is what I will do when the next good time comes around”. I have to realize is that the best time is now. If I jst put it off that way, i will never do it. And so I steel myself to go and do the things that I have been hiding from myself. i think that i will be pinching myself more often now jst to make shre that I am awake.

So there you have it. noot really fully formed, but... i don’t really think i will ever REALLY figur that one out.

grog, frog, beer and tabaco.

I have been told that i should the eternal vascillations of a confused young poet born in the wrong age. huuuuuummmm. if you can tell me what that means and more inportantly how i shold write it,.. then you should tell me. in lightwrite aout that, onf the fact that i can't write about that, then i will write about people. Funny thing is that people are telling me hat is should write something on sbstance. god. it really does make sens to write something that is worth peoples while to red, but all the things that jump into my mind when i think of serreous or worthwile things are going to offending people. sufice it to sau that right now there are sevral people that i wold not really mind ripping the heads off of. Really i write thig in my blog that make no sens and that really don't have anything to do with my life and whaat is going on in my head. if i was to write what i really thought i would have people knocking at my dor with noses and pitchforks. life is funny that way. so why is it that i don't feel like i can write what i really feel? i mean, if you readd this blog thaen you should expect to read things that i think. it is really to bad that the "rules" of being po;ite have managed to creep all the way into the internet. really makles me wounder what the blody pint of keeeping a log at all if you have to restrict what you write so that people won;t be offended?
humm.
Going Postal.

Dear Catastropee Watres

hmmmm mmmm hmmmm. just chil'en listenen to some "music" that sounds like oldd beeetles. Argh it is to much for me. i have to go and turn the damm stuff off. ahhhh that is much better. somthing about Dear Catastropee Watres, i mean, seoureousluy, who in the rright minkd wouod name something that? Is it supposed to be funny?/
well, god thing we are all perfect.
Having a new semester. I for one amhoping for a semester that isn't as filled with tenshion and inter school relationship problums. i could really do without them. As julie so wisely poonts out "sometimes people get cougt in ther own perjections. once you relaize that it es easyer to move on"
i think that really sums it up. Acctually that is a lie. i was just sitting here thinking about what i could write, more spsificly what isn't going to offend everyone, so i asked julie to say something deep and profound on the subject. but, regardless of when she said that, it is still very trough, and does sum op the situation well. you should think abut that.
moving right along, too........ the great subjct of.....
tada..
AMPAD. oh i pitty you that do not understand the vertues of AMPAD . well, really it is the thing that is on the AMPAD. namly,my reportcard!!!
whow. we got our report cards today. i was plesently supprised to find that, not only had o passed, i had passed well. WOOT. GO ME.
So, there is my does of prase for the day.
and now i am off to go and feed some goat.

The joys of thhe sound of slicing carrots...

have you ever stoped to think about the sound of the carrots being sliced?? you know i feel sorry for all of yo who haven't expereanced that joy whch si the sound of a corrot. good things really. they aren't green, but they are still good for you.
Ahhhhhh. the silence is once agane restored. i had to take a brake there to do some chating. i have found that as soon as i log in i can expect to do absolutaly nothing els ntill i log back out. funny. and i always am sitting there thinking "well, i am online, and i will just turn it on and do schoolwork at the same time". but no. it never works that way. as soon a s i loog in, woop, there goes the time.
luckely i have Camill around to make me do my work. i have this feeling that i should just admit it and by her a cattelprod and some wips, and be done. hug. she is like the conchis that i don't have when it comes ot school.
Look some one has been drinking tea out of a flask from achem set!!! only in the loyd house are you likley to sea that. well,. that isn't realy the case. maby igor usesone when he is traviling so that he feels at home. thinking about igors, gets me thinking about Terty prachet. for all of you who haven't read some of hi books, READ THEM YOU SCHMUCKS (incodentaly, i have been informed that the word "SCHMUCK" comes from a yitish word meaning penis, so next time someone calls you a schmuck you will know.). lord the world could do with a good clensing
so, yesterday my shues were abducted by a man with fish
or something like that
if you canfigur that out you get a prize.

hunkachunk jumbyliah

i thought you were going to say i could do with bubbelishous. i didn't try put penuts on top. i really don't like penuts in my saled. cheeees with romans and carrots..

i love that stuff raw onons. bobas. what are we going to dress up as. or someething. i make my own dress up too. but if you read a rose and an isor... that is if some one is really ugly but candy is realy hott. Yes. the prince is pretty hott and machiavellian it is inapropreate. guys talking about penis size. call me . wow. what? nothing.
it we had been slightly more decent theen shure.
soooooooo. and that is y we kept lauging.

and the rain it rainith every day....
so i have just been informed that i i have to..... no, should, write somehting intelectual. in fact, i think that i just hit oppon the very thing. the word hate. if more people didn't use the word "hate" things would be much better. i mean, think about it. now, i know tis is going to sound really stereotipical, but, you really can find something good in every, well, almost every situation. and people use the word "hate" so casually. i have been trying (with a littel help from friends) to stop using that word so much. because it is realy trugh. i don't really hate most things that i say that i do. sooooooooo, i think all of you who are reading this should follow the good example of camilla and em and stop using that blody word.
andothe rpost another roast