Facebook

Well, I guess I have a Facebook now. Anthony was telling me about it at school today, so I thought "Why not?" and made one. As you can see, I chose the cover of Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band as my image thing, 'cus I really hate pictures of my self.
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I really hate them.

Well, I've been thinking about my favorite songs (and rags) lately, so decided to compile a list. All of these are pretty famous, the most obscure is probably Peacherine Rag, but whatever. I sorted the list by artist, from those with the most songs on the list to the least, which means the songs that are the only ones by the artist that played them are in no particular order. The Beatles came out on top, with 5 songs, Scott Joplin close behind with 4 rags, then David Bowie and Michael Jackson. I will very likely be changing this list over the next few days (there are 23 songs atm).
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Hey Jude - The Beatles
Yesterday - The Beatles
Let it Be - The Beatles
Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles
Hello Goodbye - The Beatles
Maple Leaf Rag - Scott Joplin
Easy Winners - Scott Joplin
Peacherine Rag - Scott Joplin
Weeping Willow Rag - Scott Jopin
Ziggy Stardust - David Bowie
Starman - David Bowie
Thriller - Michael Jackson
Beat It - Michael Jackson
American Pie - Don McLean
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage - Panic! at the Disco
Cable Car - The Fray
Only Love Can Break Your Heart - Neil Young
Bonito - Jarabe de Palo
Knights of the Round Table - Monty Python
Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
Imagine - John Lennon

My Mustache

A-my a-moostache is-a better than-a your moostache, because you a-don't have a moostache, you moostacheless fool! You are-a jealous of-a my moostache, because it is an impressive a-moostache, and your a-face is a-lacking a-moostache, a-you moostacheless fool.

(Music continues to play, I tap dance)

A-my moostache, is a-better than any a-moostache you have a-ever a-seen!!!!
Because my-a moostache,
is-a better than-a your moostache,
because-a you-a don't have a moostache,
a-you moostacheless,
foo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-l!!!!
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James Randi exposes James Hydrick Part 1

James Randi exposes James Hydrick Part 2

Psychology teacher told us about this when we learned about ESP. It is hilarious, "The styrofoam, and the lights form electricity which pulls the page, down."

Excuse me.

Okay, so yesterday, we had a pep rally. Yay. I hate pep rallies, they are so annoying, although I have to admit, the noise was much more bearable than last year. Last year, every was cramped against each other, so movement was impossible. This must have been quite a painful experience to some, because they would lean down, and scream in your ear, as loud as possible. Seriously, it would be so loud, that you would just hear one high-pitched whine throughout the entire gym, and yet someone next to you could still screech loud enough so that you could distinctly hear them. Well, the day was pretty messed up as far as the schedule went, we pretty much had 30 minutes classes in which we did nothing. Plus, yesterday was the last day of the grading quarter for report cards. This may seem to make no sense, but I got a 93 'A' in the hardest class ever, AP World History (interesting, though) while my lowest grade was an 88 'B', my only 'B', in Psychology, the easiest class... That is a real dissapointment. GAAHAHHAH HEJO#WM!!@!11!!1!.

Anyway, the reason I posted this is because of something that made me laugh uncontrollably at lunch, yesterday. My friend Anthony, as we were standing behind this massive crowd going into the gym (when it ended, we were in the bleachers farthest from the door, yet managed to be some of the first ones out) said that he had always wanted to just go through a line and nudge people out of the way, saying "Excuse me." Well, at lunch, he did just that. When we got into line he was like "See ya later" and then just walked by the side of the line (it was blocked in by a wall and a metal rail thing) and saying "Excuse me" to everyone. He even tapped on kid on the shoulder, who turned around and then moved whenever Anthony said "Excuse me." For some reason, this reminds me of this kid that we had to sit with at the end of the school year for lunch (we had eaten in the library since around the start of 2nd semester, and when they closed for the year, we had to go back to the cafeteria and find a seat). No one was sitting near him, so we sat down. He started talking about Wolfenstein, and when someone was leaving, he came over and put his tray (covered with trash) next to this kid. I said how that was rude, and asked him if they always did that: "Yeah. I usually just put it under the table." <- Which he did. Anthony and I laughed. After lunch, Anthony said to me that he didn't like that kid, that he looked like someone who played alot of First-Person Shooters, got picked on alot, and would come to school with a gun and kill everyone someday.

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But seriously, Pac-man is better than Call of Duty.

KGB Mockumentary and New Blog Name

Well, it has been much, much too long since my last post, but I have been piled with homework, and any time I have to spare I spend on Darker Realms, or (as of earlier this week) Pokemon Crystal Version. So, I will make it up with this very, very long post that will only matter to about 2 people. First, remember that mockumentary I said I would like to make? Well, I have started writing the script on it. Obviously, it is all about the Kent Grove Boys and their coo'ness. The script is going great, I am the only one who has written anything in it, but much of it was inspired from Anthony and Kris, so I have to give them credit. I am also going to run it through them (literally!) when I finish, and they will make any changes they see fit, although Kris's involvement is with one very specific, recurring part which, you will see if we ever get it done. I won't say anything about the script, because I don't want anyone to steal it (oh yes, they would), or worse, the KGB to come and shoot me down. But you will notice the very ridiculous, recurring part of which I speak. When you see it. Obviously, the cast will include myself, Anthony, Kris, and probably my brother. This does leave many spots though, I am not sure who we could get to fill them out, even though we will each play several parts. I'll figure that out after the script is done. When will the movie be released (probably on youtube)? I'd say definently within a year, although it depends how much each of us commit to the movie. One last thing I want to say about the movie, is how ironic it is that it is a mockumentary, since the worst movie ever made (in my humble opinion) was a mockumentary. I won't mention it here, but let's say that it premiered on Nickelodeon. And it is awful. Very, very horrendous.

So, now I move on. The name has changed! I realized if I left it as '1337 8106' long enough, someone would think that I really type in 1337, or even worse, that I was a poser! It was a joke, people! I was making fun of 1337 5p34k3r2, is all. I mean, I thought it was obvious, since everythin on this blog makes fun at stuff. Sheesh. Anyway, I changed it to 'Uhh...Because its theirs' because it was the first thing that I could remember. Let me explain. A few days ago, in AP World History, our teacher asked why Britain wouldn't just-- Sorry, Great Britain--give independence to one of their colonies in Africa (the colony wanted independence). Anthony raised his hand, so she called on him. He said "Okay, uhh...", he clearly didn't have an answer ready, despite having his hand up, so he must have decided to give the first reasonable answer that came into his head, "Because it's theirs." <-- That just might be the most obvious answer of all time, but it was indeed what the teacher had wanted.

Yep.

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Next post: Why Crystal Version is the best Pokemon game + list of 10/10 games (yeah, I know).

Flu

Well, I seem to have a flu. Not swine flu, but a flu. It came on pretty randomly, yesterday evening, and has lasted. Even at this moment, I have a 102.4F fever. This sucks, because I was supposed to go to my friend's house today. But noooo. *sigh*. Well, this flu has had some predictable effects that always happen to me when I have a fever. For 1: I was slightly hallucinating earlier. Actually, this only started with the last time I had a fever, when I thought there were pirates in the kitchen. This time, though, I thought I was King Arthur, and that a major battle had just happened in the living room, and my leg was cut, and some guy poured medicine on it. Perceval, Lancelot, and Guinevere were also present, and I felt a need to write a message to my brother to come to Camelot, on my wall. And 2: I had a mild feeling of a night terror, which didn't manage to escalate fully, where I was freaking out about how people say 'Hi' when they knock on the door, or something. Luckily, there was plenty of light around, and I eventually came out of it. Before it was able to become really, really scary, I mean. Because I always think of something stupid like that, then I start to think that I need to fix it somehow, even though there is absolutely nothing to fix, then I start to think of complex machines, and that is when it is the worst. Feeling possible, that is.

I won.

I have won a position on the 9th grade student council as representative. My strategy? I did absolutely nothing. No posters, no candy, no coupons for 10 free hot wings at Beef'o'Brady's. At most, I made sure my closest friends voted for me. And I won. Thanks.
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Are you saying I belong at Weenie Hut Jr.'s?