new life

got a new job... I'm taking my first steps into the real world. am i read? probably not but I'm going to do the best i can. Its a weird feeling making money for yourself not just depending on my parents. Of course they will always be the ones i go to for food and shelter obviously imma be a free loader till i die! who's not down for a free meal? But im definitely ready for college... new friends... new life... its definitely going to be really weird but im pumped.

ordinary world

Jim is an ordinary student. A good student. Always has good grades and always minds his parents. He comes home from school everyday alone, on a dirt road, he doesnt need friends he just needs good attendance. on his way home he gets hit by a car. right after the car flees the scene. It becomes dark and no one sees him. an old man walks up to him and asks if he needs help. tells him he can make all the pain go away. tells him if he joins him he will never feel pain again. the boy agrees and the man leans down and bites his neck. Jim starts shaking and his teeth start getting longer.

questions:
will jim ever see his parents again?
will jim have to start killing and eating people?
what is going to happen??

college?

Lets get real. i'm going to miss high school. i'm not saying that i want another year, i'm ready to go out all by myself. Its just that i'm going to miss walking through the long hallways and seeing all my friends. Its feels weird all the sudden being completely independent. Then again i heard college girls are gorgeous! thats going to be unreal! Im going to be checking them out from inside my house! thats right im not moving out.... stuck inside this dungeon for another year...

dialogue

(the dialogue we used in class)

1. What?
2. That hole in my pants is getting bigger. you think we should go through with this?
1. i told you yoga was a bad idea in a suit...
2. Ya but my gluteus was tender I needed to stretch it out.
1. Just keep your knees close together and don't do anything stupid.
2. I just can't wait until the boss comes and asks me if I sat in gum.
1. haha honey come we can go back home and change your pants?
2. No... Babe that would make me late and their is no way I will get the job when i'm late.
1. Ok... Just remember knees together no bending over and no stretching.  Heres your luch you look great! good luck babe.

jus a ill rap..

im doin dis wit no Rhyme dictionary..
my home boi name not larry..
ya.. i wear tight pants dont call me fairy..
I like coke... no cherry..
im tawkin bout dat drank..
yo ur favorite color pink... weird
what u think ur some kind of wizard?? no beard..
u mess wit me u get my bow staff... no no.. spear
err a err a freeeeeekeee freeeekeee FRESH !!
u bess believe i drive dat fast
got electric... no gas
betta step playa before i kick yo... shin.
i be sippin dat juice a gin..
psych.. i be on dat coke..
u know where i be..
what??
g g g g G-UNIT!!!


WORD

Princess Bride

I absolutely love this movie. I love it cause you can watch it no matter what mood your in. you got the romance for the ladies your pleasing, also funny so the men don't feel like they are losing their manhood watching it.

go ahead... say it... 

ANYBODY WANT A PEANUT??

BOOO! BOOOO! BOOO!

INCONCEIVABLE! 

Lets be honest once you read this blog your going to be quoting it for days! this is definitely  my favorite movie.

jealousy..

This Is Just To Say
By William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

You guys are like why in the world are you jealous of this crap. And thats exactly why I am so jealous. This poem is $*&^. No joke. And thats exactly why i am so jealous. If this peom said "by Knotstupid" it would be like screw this poem, but since its by William Carlos Williams its famous. I don't get it. And that is why i am jealous of the "This is just to say".... Boooo.

someone hit me with the fun stick.

Seriously though.... All I need is for someone to swing at me... maybe knock me out with the funstick. I swear everyday is the exact same!! I need some change. Someone come and show me some fun stuff to do. All i know is something needs to happen to spice up my life or i think im going to turn in to a vegetable. Just eat and chill. So please, hit me! (not in the goods.)

sleep

Right when my head touches the pillow I enter a world where I am the king. Not too different from this world... Just i get a crown. I go Everywhere from dunking it over Zain Rizavi to relaxing on a beach drinking out of coconuts and girls wearing coconuts bring me sandwiches... Like I said before not too different from the real world. Then I get distracted and look up at the fire detector... blinking red... ahh could it get more annoying?? All i want in this world is Girls in coconuts and ballin skillz.. Imma go to sleep.

        P.S. Saint geezy 2012 is going to be twice Park City. 

genius

life and death.

life is short. Days are numbered. Why would you be wasting our time fighting. As I look around at all this death, I realize how how fragile life is. I can die any day, everyday is another way trying to survive in this corrupt world. Is death the only way out? How can people think this way? I refuse to believe this... Dr. Coop hit me hard by saying, "Everyone at lone peak is a puzzle piece and we need everyone to be able to finish it." I can't think of anything more selfish then suicide. You're not even there to see all the people you hurt. Now what? Finish the puzzle with a hole in it?? Why do you treat every little problem like its LIFE AND DEATH?

Mr Nelson

Mr Nelson, I sit in your "creative" writing class every other day, and I still am not creative enough to think of a blog post on my own. Here I am, blaming you for my lack of creativity. I mean my breakfast? Mini wheats... oh yawn... highlight of my day?? I just spotted my neighbors dog taking a poop on my lawn..  Oh yeah living on the wild side. I was thinking about spicing it up, you know calling my neighbor and telling him to get this crap off my lawn. But then I thought, do I want to get up and ruin my relationship with this wonderful couch?? No way. So Nelson I'm asking you as a friend.... Spice me up.

fears??

I'm never scared. seriously put anything in front of me... I will break it down. Then make it scared of me.. yeah I'm the boss. You know, flipping off hard core bikers, then driving away really fast. Maybe even fake baking and not caring who sees... thats tough. I even take my shirt off and ask foreigners to "come at me."

knot stupid>anything and everything

K even though about 99% of that is true.. There is one little flaw.... you put me on top of a cliff and or high place and holy @#%^ I'm all of a sudden the biggest pussy this side of the Mississippi. I'm on my hands and knees begging someone to get a ladder. Then when the ladder comes... That's when it gets really terrifying. You're telling me to go to the edge of this cliff and climb down? Just give me the lethal injection.

the real world

There i was soakin it up in a hot tub in park city. Me and half the Lone peak cheerleaders, other half waiting for their turn. Being smooth with the ladys as always. Sippin martinelli's  peck dancin, and rubbing my perfectly shaven legs. Chase Hansen walks by, gives me a thumbs up with a quick wink. asked me if i can be his personal trainner. i say it doesn't come easy.. You probably couldnt handle my work out... the ladies scoot closer then... i wake up... try and do some push ups get to 9 then pass out. wake up and go to the bathroom pop a huge zit.. ouch. check my phone, no text, facebook? no friend requests. tweets? none.. just another day in paradise. Go to Lone peak. try to fall asleep in class so i can get back to the good times.

im thinkin about you

im thinkin about you like me sitting in this room thinking about you. i'm thinking about you like a mustache thinks about kids. like ebay thinks about bids. i'm thinking about you like fish thinks about dams like pearls think about clams like Bo Peep thinks about lambs. i'm thinking about you like libraries think about shhh.. no talking... like Lone Peak thinks about Jay walking. Im thinking about you like Kim Johnson thinks about oils. like a farmer thinks about soil. like Kyle Hannemann's mom thinks about his boil. i'm thinkin about you like boys think about girls like girls think about boys like kids think about toys. Like Mangum thinks about having more varsity letter than Chase.. haha funny. I'm thinking about you like doctors think about lives like husbands think about wives. You could say im thinking about you...

bricks

How bad would life be if you were a brick on the bottom of the house. Have the weight of the home on your shoulders? everyone counting on me. what if i break under pressure? would i just snap? would i have friends to help lighten the load? would anyone care?  what if another brick was about to break? would i be beside him helping lighten the load? what if the brick broke? could i have changed something? could i have helped carry his load maybe help carry the house with him? or is this all a bunch of hypothetical questions that no one cares about? start caring.

my thoughts on love

love is a never ending maze where one wrong choice and it burns to the ground.
love is a treasure waiting to be found.
love is candles and oil.
love is left overs rapped in tin foil.
love is a a movie and a good bowl and cap'n crunch, no crunch berries.. thats just messed up
love is listening to a story trying to care.
love is pulling through with truth or dare.
love is looking for hours to decide what to write on this blog.
love is gangsters and hoes.
love is me and my bros.
love is Kim Kardashian and Kris Humpheries... wait no.. thats lust.
love is having a suit with 3 buttons just because micheal Jordan did.

everyone has a stupid side... some more then others... on this blog i'm going to show everyone how knot stupid this brotha is. well at least i'm going to try. you want to know a little bit more of the knot stupid me? well you can find me on the weekends feeding bread to the homeless. i am often caught opening doors for girls, and throwing rose pedals at chase Hansen. Mr. nelson gets his work graded by me. If you have any questions your should ask someone else cause i really don't care.