The whimsical whinings of a wailing weirdo

Do you know what's cold? Water. That stuff is so cold. Especially when you jump in the shower in the morning while your father is using the house's other shower and you make his water go cold. Not good. I got an immediate wakeup call when suddenly my own water is freezing and he's asking, "Cold isn't it!" You can imagine how fast I jumped out of the shower. My track coach would be proud of how fast I sprinted into my clothes and under a blanket. O_o So yes, the point of this morning's blog is to complain about water and notify all my future subjects for when I take over the world that all my showers are going to be hot, all of them are going to take as long as I want and if my water happens to get turned cold they're losing they're fingers by shaving them off with a safety razor. -.-' That and so I don't fail my English class...

Gah Bleargh

I didn't get to do the whole cool alliteration thingamajig cause meh parents are all like RAAHHH SLEEEP GODZILLA!!! ^_^ that and blogger.com doesn't want me to post this

The Random Realizations of a Radiant Realist

You know, there's something that I find rather interesting. I have found a stereotype that fits me that I don't rebel against O_o. It's that of the teenager hating school. I mean it's an obvious stereotype, there are only a few kids I know who actually love school. And they're farging creepy O_o generally preppy and having joined ASB (Or at least ran for it) They're all pro-school spirit, Yay School, WOOHOO. I have to listen to at least one of them every day on the intercoms... and I have to wonder if she mixed up her prozac with her tic tacs. I mean really wow. I don't mind being proud of your school and stuff, I personally get very defensive about my school when someone puts down our color guard or drama club. Rather physically defensive actually... O_o... yeah I'm not going to get into the flag-into-face incident... not pretty. Suffice to say that you don't want to annoy me when I have a metal pole in my hands. It's painful. But anyways, there is only one reason I attend high school. It's not for the knowledge I'm gaining (I'm rolling my eyes, I know you can see that but you'll just have to trust me), it sure as hell isn't for the great time I'm having (again, you'll just have to trust me on the eye rolling thing). It's not for my friends or my teachers or for any sport. No, the only reason I go to high school is so I can go to college. I will be the first person in my direct family to go to college if I don't blow out and be unable to go. My mother had to drop out in her junior year, I don't even know how far my sperm doner got before he quit. The sad part is that I have absolutely no idea what i want to do "when I grow up" when I was a little kid all these things were obvious. First I was gonna be a race car driver, then I was gonna be a scientist, then I was gonna be an explorer, then I was gonna be an astronaut, then I was gonna be a racientistploronaut! Oh boy was I gonna be everything under the sun. Then I got older and I realized that there was no point in driving a car around in circles, I didn't have the math or the sheer curiosity to be a scientist, there was nothing left to be explored, and you had to be in the Air Force before you can be an astronaut and there was no way in hell I was going to get into a big metal shooting target. So now I'm SOL, kinda just waiting for God to come down from heaven, throw around lightning and stuff and say "YOU SHALL WORK AS A RACIENTISTPLORNAUT!!!" guidance counselors always tell you to pick a career in something you enjoy. The only problem with that is the only thing I can remotely think of that I can make a career out of is drawing, and yeah, that's great. Except for the fact that artists make crap. I've thought of maybe making concept art or something for Blizzard or some other great game like that but I would still be making almost nothing.

The First Post... of Doom!

So I have come to the first post. Always a daunting thing, for it's the first thing that people look for, or the first thing they see. You realize that people will obviously immediately judge you by this post and so people will attempt to express themselves in the least offending way possible, or worse, they'll stick to the normal "Hi, My name is Chris, I'm fifteen, I live in San Diego..." Blah.... blah... BLAH! Fifteen sentences of that schmitt and you'll have to stab me with a spork to stay awake. I'd much rather post something that would make people realize exactly how I am. I am random and opinionated. I have my beliefs and love arguing with people over them all the time. It makes me happy ^_^. I'm weird, odd, strange, unique, abnormal, bizarre, crazy, creepy, different, dotty, eccentric, eerie, erratic, far-out, freakish, gonzo, goofy, grotesque, incompatible, quirky, nonconformist, novel, offbeat, outlandish, peculiar, screwy, singular, spacey, uncanny, unorthodox, unpopular, and whimsical. Pick one, they all fit, my personal favorite being screwy. I often come off as random and hyper and over the top. I enjoy some rather odd things, I play Role Playing Games like Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Runescape, and Guild Wars. At the same time I'll First Person Shooters like Call of Duty, Warrock, Halo, and Devil May Cry. Honestly, give Sora a machine gun and I'd never leave my play station. Also, besides the electronic consoles, I enjoy playing Dungeons and Dragons, Chess, and Yu-Gi-Oh. Think I'm dorky? Good. I'm an "aspiring artist" which is a polite way of stating that I'm trying to learn how to draw and suck monkey... erm yeah not allowed to say that on a blog like this. I live in the middle of El Cajon, which is the most boring part of San Diego sometimes. The most excitement this place gets is during fire season when we load up all the kids and drive down the freeway to go rubber neck at the houses being burned down. Horrible but so very sadly true. I attend El Cajon Valley High School... go figure... Technically though I don't really live in El Cajon city limits O_o... I can walk across the street and I'm in Santee. But the school districts are annoying, outdated, and bothersome. So I walk two and a half miles each day to go to a school that is every bit the same as the schools that are so much closer... then again I can't really blame anyone. I could apply for a transfer and my parents offered to give me a ride to West Hills if I wanted to go but I declined... stupid conscious got in the way... that and laziness. I'm kinda glad that I chose not to though because I wouldn't have met so many cool people here like I have, including several interesting teachers. (I know, an interesting teacher O_o It's like an oxymoron. o_O) In my freshman year there were only two, Mr. Gus Valdez and Mr. Kershaw. The first was a geography teacher who should teach history, the other was a math teacher who should have been a stand up comedian. In my current sophomore year I have had a bunch more. I've had Mr. Seaman, a history teacher who is perfect right where he is, absolutely awesome... but probably thinks I'm annoying cause I always forget to do my homework >.<' Then there was Mr. Robasco, a photography teacher who should have become one of those professional surfers, like chaaaaa duuude! Then Mr. Barrian, who looks like Darwin's clone and who can't wait until he can go retire and get all spazzed out about spiders XD. Then of course there's Mr. LeMaster who I of course can't say a bad word about because he's going to read this blog and grade it XD Not. He's absolutely awesome, definitely one of the best teachers I've ever had, only problem I have is the fact that I only have him for half a year and the first half was wasted with another more annoying teacher whom I can't name.... Oh man is right she was a *****... .... yeah... She was horrible. A preppy kind of person who once asked me why I had to be so negative all the time. I happily asked her why she had to be so positive all the time. Absolutely hated me and I absolutely hated her, we're both happier out of the way of each other because if I ever when made a giant whack-a-mole machine... I wouldn't place bets on her survival ratings... wonder if that should be an award on Halo III or something... Hmmm... Assassinated the English teacher? Boom Headshot through a ten inch thick skull... O_o... That would be such a great award XD. I'm gonna make a game like that. Totally messed up game that would probably be blamed for all school shootings ever again in the history of the world but would probably sell millions of copies. Like an ultimate Bully and on that note I end this post ^_^.

--Chistopher Howell--