Chill Will

This one time I went to see Sublime with Rome with Matt, Matt’s sister, Kelsey, Zach Rogers, Mark Wesolowski and some girl who I had never seen before. We met up with Ty Williamson, Cam and Kyle Gordon, Adam Strasser and Gavin Laben. The concert obviously ruled. However, the craziness continued after. We were all hungry and thirsty, so we walked to some really sketchy gas station. It was pretty nice, but seriously, the area of Rochester we were in was sketchy. So sketchy, that there was a cop inside the gas station. On our way there, there was a group of men on bicycles screaming at each other in the street…..sketchy. We got to the gas station and I got some trail mix and a kool aid slushy. After we purchased everything, we sat down outside the building. We encountered a man who was EXTREMELY sketchy. The conversation went like this:

“Hey ya’ll got any cash?”
Kyle: ”Nah man sorry”
“Oh… (points to random car that he had been eyeing up the whole time) this yo car?”
“…no”
“oh…where yo car at?”
“its way down there man”
“oh….wanna take me…just down the road? To the club? The main street bar? Have a couple beers?”
“we can’t, we gotta get home”
“you sure? Do some clubbin’? Elks Lounge (Note The Change in location) Have a few beers?”
“nah ma-(interrupted)
“OH THAT’S MY BOY!”
He ran to one of the men arguing and yelling in the streets. Sketchy. We thought that before any other sketchy person approached us, we’d go back to the car. However, on the walk back, we heard a bike coming up behind us. The person on the bike told us to look out, then called us something that to this day, I’m not sure if I should take offence to. He then stopped and introduced himself as “Chill Will, the comedy master”. He then began to tell us a few jokes…none of which I will share, as they are all quite racist. He then said goodbye to us and that’s the last we ever saw of chill will. Hopefully, someday I will return to the main street armory, and we will some day meet with chill will again.

Chill Will

This one time I went to see Sublime with Rome with Matt, Matt’s sister, Kelsey, Zach Rogers, Mark Wesolowski and some girl who I had never seen before. We met up with Ty Williamson, Cam and Kyle Gordon, Adam Strasser and Gavin Laben. The concert obviously ruled. However, the craziness continued after. We were all hungry and thirsty, so we walked to some really sketchy gas station. It was pretty nice, but seriously, the area of Rochester we were in was sketchy. So sketchy, that there was a cop inside the gas station. On our way there, there was a group of men on bicycles screaming at each other in the street…..sketchy. We got to the gas station and I got some trail mix and a kool aid slushy. After we purchased everything, we sat down outside the building. We encountered a man who was EXTREMELY sketchy. The conversation went like this:

“Hey ya’ll got any cash?”
Kyle: ”Nah man sorry”
“Oh… (points to random car that he had been eyeing up the whole time) this yo car?”
“…no”
“oh…where yo car at?”
“its way down there man”
“oh….wanna take me…just down the road? To the club? The main street bar? Have a couple beers?”
“we can’t, we gotta get home”
“you sure? Do some clubbin’? Elks Lounge (Note The Change in location) Have a few beers?”
“nah ma-(interrupted)
“OH THAT’S MY BOY!”
He ran to one of the men arguing and yelling in the streets. Sketchy. We thought that before any other sketchy person approached us, we’d go back to the car. However, on the walk back, we heard a bike coming up behind us. The person on the bike told us to look out, then called us something that to this day, I’m not sure if I should take offence to. He then stopped and introduced himself as “Chill Will, the comedy master”. He then began to tell us a few jokes…none of which I will share, as they are all quite racist. He then said goodbye to us and that’s the last we ever saw of chill will. Hopefully, someday I will return to the main street armory, and we will some day meet with chill will again.

Since we're able to talk about whatever we want this week, I’m going to write a blog about why our seats should be moved back. First off, I think that it’s unfair to Kyle, he didn't do anything wrong, so he should get his seat back. Second, I’m really not distracting anyone over there. Nate usually has his headphones on so he can't hear anything. Matt always gets his work done so there’s really no problem there either. Zach does the same amount of work weather I’m there or not so again; it’s really not a problem. It’s really not going to help me either. I’m going to get the same amount of work done if I’m sitting over here, then I would if I was over by Matt and Nate. I usually get at least 2 blogs done a week, which is solid in my book because I don’t really try at all in school (mostly cause it’s boring and I don’t like it). I realize that this is probably one of the easiest classes in the history of my high school career, but it’s still a class in school, so I’m really not going to try very hard. I also think that if anything, they were helping me get work done because eventually after sitting there doing nothing, Matt would tell me to do something, and sometimes I would. Another reason is that I hung up all the posters over there and now how am I supposed to be motivated by a cat hanging out of a tree? How will those penguins tell me what leadership is? How will Joe Flacco’s uni-brow help me get my head in the game? Anyway,  it’d be cool if you move my seat back. And zach too, otherwise this class is pretty lame.

What is beauty? Some have many different views on what is beautiful. To me, there is nothing more beautiful than outdoors in the winter, specifically, the slopes. When I say the slopes, I am course talking about the slopes of a ski/snowboard spot such as Kissing Bridge. When I see the slopes, I go crazy, wanting to get on them. I study every twist, turn and arch of each hill. I can honestly say, that in winter, there is not a single day that the slopes don’t look beautiful. I imagine myself going down them for hours upon end as the cold snow hits my face. When I actually get on the slopes, my mind is taken to a different place. I get on the ski-lift and that’s when I get excited. My blood really starts to flow. As I ride up to the top, I take a look back and notice how high in the air I have come. When I see the slopes in summertime, with nothing on them, I can’t even imagine what they will look like in the winter when they’re all covered up, for even in the summer, they still look great. (I really appreciate nature) I have seen the slopes in the summer, and they look just as good, if not better. I think that I can appreciate more because of the nice weather. I think that they look great in any season, really. Theirs certain things in each season that can be liked. The changing colors in fall, the first peek at the bare ground in spring, the true beauty of winter and of course, the great weather of the summer. I believe that any part of nature can be, and is, beautiful, but specifically, the great image of the slopes. Sweat pants.

Rather than write a blog of things that I like to write about, I’m gonna write about stuff I don’t like writing about. First on the list, I don’t like writing blogs about things I like to write about… actually, I don’t like writing blogs at all. They’re lame. I really hate writing about things I’m not interested in. No one cares about what the clubs in the middle school are doing, not even the kids in those clubs. I would much rather do more creative writing. I absolutely cannot stand writing about boring crap like this. I also think that I should have more choice with my writing. To be honest, half the time when I don’t get my work done, it’s because I can’t stand the topics. I would honestly rather have a failing grade then do something I don’t wanna do. The only reason I’m even doing these ones is for 2 reasons, I feel it would come off as disrespectful if I blatantly don’t do my work, and I am not a disrespectful individual. 2^nd, I think having a 0 in a class is really pathetic. I also think that the blogs are too long. How am I supposed to make this blog last another 111 words? Ugh. Anyway, I think that we should have more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more more freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. freedom freedom freedom. (Exactly 300 words)

GoodGnomes

If I was approached by a garden gnome, I would probably be disrespected by it in some way or another; perhaps he tells me to go home and grab my shine box and shine his shoes. I would then become angry with the gnome.  Later, I would return and kill the gnome, right where I first saw him. Unfortunately for me, the gnome would turn out to be a made man in the Gambino crime family.  I would most likely then call up Ray Liotta and Robert De Niro to help me get rid of the body. We would put him in a rolled up carpet and put him in the trunk of Ray Liotta’s car. On the way to bury the gnome however, we would discover that the gnome is actually still living. We would have to stop at my mother’s house, which is on the way, to get a weapon. We would walk in and she would ask who my friends were. I’d say that I work with them. She would then make us a quick meal, which we would eat. But I would want to get out of there as quick as possible. We would finally arrive where we were to bury him. I would open the trunk to find the made gnome, lying in the trunk. I would begin to stab him with the knife that I snagged from my mother’s house. When this wasn’t working as well as I planned, so I would pull out my heater and blast him. Then, months later, I would be murdered for touching a made gnome. So it’s probably better that a gnome never talks to me. And this is not taken from goodfellas at all.

Noice!

When I was younger, there were a few games that we played at my house. One game, I remember very well. It had no name, but it involved my cousins and I hanging out in the fort we made in my woods (out of trees, sticks and a really, really big tarp) and pretending that we were some type of warrior, or something. We hung out on our side of my woods, and we fought other warriors and such (the other warriors were actually trees, and branches that hung down). Sometimes, we would even plan attacks on our rivals, my sister and her friends, who hung out on the other side of the woods in a smaller, crappier fort. It was never anything more serious than throwing pinecones at their fort and maybe knocking down a few sticks that were near her fort. It doesn’t sound like much of an attack to you, but this was like WWII to us. I can remember on hilarious occasion when we were building the base, my grandmother was helping us build and my cousin mentioned that a stick looked like “a butt”. My Grandmother was not happy with this at all and she made him go in the house for 20 minutes (This was like being sentenced to the death penalty to us). I was a soldier, so I stuck the 20 minutes out with him. After, we ate lunchables and watched dragon ball z. That’s what I used to do for fun. Shut Up, I was 5.

Best Show Evers

When I was a child, my favorite show was Ed, Edd n’ Eddy. I can remember the commercials coming on before the show premiered.  I was quite excited. The show is about a group of kids who live in a cul-de-sac. Almost every episode consisted of the Eds coming up with some crazy plan to scam the other children out of their money to buy jaw breakers. 99.9% of the time, the plan did not work. I can remember, each Friday, my family and I would go out to dinner, and I would be upset if I was not home in time for cartoon-cartoon Fridays. Cartoon-cartoon Fridays was a big event, which took place every Friday in which the characters from cartoon networks best shows, such as Ed, Edd n’ Eddy, Dexter’s laboratory and Courage the cowardly dog. I can even remember one time when they played cartoon cartoon Friday ALL weekend long! It’s safe to say that that was the greatest weekend of my 9-year-old life. But back to the show.  I remember watching numerous episodes and wanting to build some of the cool things that Double D would build. Double D was the brains of everything they did, eddy was the mastermind and Ed was the muscle. One episode, they turned Ed into a “Cool Kid”. Ed had poor hygiene, so they cleaned him up and gave him new clothes. They also gave him some cool lingo to say, such as “Ziggady Zag, what’s in the bag?”. I’m not exactly sure what that means, but it’s waaay cooler than anything you would ever say…