November No More

It's November No More! November is outa here!
Let's see what happened in November...Cross Country finished up with the post season in the month of November. It was quite dissapointing but oh well, it was still fun and i guess that that is all that matters.
what else? Oh yeah, Pennyrile Meets are done, yeah I had a dissapointing first year of varsity of Varsity Social Studies. I got as low as 6th place in three test scoreing which is the absolute worst i have placed in the competition.
On a positive note, I played a 12-string for the first time in my life. That was alot of fun. It was at Thanksgiving and it was really fun.

Lets see December is coming up and I'll have Christmas and Finals and I'll get to see my brother as he will be back from Iraq. Good times.

Is anybody there?

I'm fairly convinced that noone is reading my blogs. I think I may be just rambling to an imaginary crowd that is about as existant as Santa Claus. That's right kids, Santa Clause is fake. I'm pretty sure that I could misspell every single word and no one would be there to correct me. I might even just talk about really contreversial issues that would normally anger everyone that read them and it wont matter because no ones is listening. I could tell how that people are funny looking and it's not like anybody would care because noone would know. Anyway, this blog about nobody reading my blogs is pretty pointless because nobody is reading this blog.

Analysis of Story time

In the blog post Story time the author makes a provoking argument about how modern western culture has caused such a deterioration in society that it is impossible for children to sleep at night with out some form of artificial light ficture. The manure is representative of the filth of political corruption. The Knight, usually a shiny, honorable figure is portrayed as a villan with a hot daughter and a really nice car. The anachronism of the car shows how western culture takes something traditional and preverts it into something more popular which is just horrible because it makes pregnant women fell fat. Billy, the boy with a goattee, was symbolic of nothing. the drawbridge showed how that the decline in religious fervour as well as the invasion of barbarians was responsible for the fall of the Roman Empire. The part with the flying car, three different camera angles, and shower of sparks was just awesome and pretty bad. When they boy got out of the car with those sun glasses on I honestly peed myself. The author chooses to finish the story by revealing the names of the boy and girl, he makes it a reference to Steve Miller's Take the Money and Run which also mentions a castle.

I would like to say one more thing. and that is that satire is really fun.

Story time

Once upon a time, there was a boy, and this boy liked this girl, but the girl was the daughter of the Knight and the boy was a lowly serf who cleaned the stalls of the Knight. "Yeah what girl is going to want a manure shoveling twerp like you?" said Billy, the boy with a goatee. "She'd love me if she knew me, but I'll never meet her in her." said the boy. It was at this point that the Knight pulled into the stall in his cherry red Lamborgini Diablo. "If you get that crap on this I'll have you drawn and quartered" said the Knight in so thick a Scottish brogue that it truelly sounded like this, "Ih ugit thah craap un tis ah'll ave ew drahn un qortehd." The Knight stared deeply into the boy's eyes and then leapt in the air and flew out of the room. The boy continued to shovel manure. Then he heard a sound. The girl came in and walked over to the Lamborgini. "I wouldn't touch that if I was you" said the boy. "Oh, I'll do alot more than just touch it!" replied the girl. She got in the car but then got right back out. "What's wrong?" asked the boy. "I can't drive stick!" exclaimed the girl. "I can." replied the boy. So she gave him the keys and they speed out of the stable. The Knight saw this and ordered the drawbridge to be brought up, but this time in a Jamacain accent. "It's closing!" said the girl. So the boy floored it and ramped the bridge. The camera cut to three different views of the car flying through the air in slo-mo then landing on the ground with a shower of sparks. The boy stopped the car and got out, but now in a leather jacket and blue jeans with some really cool shades on. The Knight said that mimed that if he ever saw him again he would hang him by his nose. The boy jumped back in the car and sped into the sunset. Oh yeah his name was Billy Joe and her name was Bobbie Sue.

Christmas Shopping

As great as Christmas is, and as great as getting people gifts for Christmas is, shopping for Christmas gifts is a tedeous, difficult task. First off, you, or at least I, have a limit to how much money I can spend. I don't have a job so it's kind of hard to have alot to spend on people. I usually end up spending most, if not all of my money on gifts. So after I figure out how much I have to spend, I figure out who all I'm buying for. After I do that, I can figure how much I can spend on each person. Then the hardest part: deciding what to get everybody. I usually look all around, in my price range, trying to find something good for each person. I usually end up just getting people movies or puzzles, something like that. And then I'm broke. But it's all good cause then I get gifts and some of those gifts are money. Which is pretty sweet.