Once Upon a time...

there was this guy named Adrian

who had this blog

and he really didn't know what to update about....

and he really didn't want to update...

but he rather update this do his homework

because he was a procrasintator and also very lazy

he'd rather think about doing homework

than actually doing it

because that would take too much work

but as he began to type

thoughts came to his mind about what he could update about

and this is what he wrote:

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The Cleveland Show

it just watched the pilot episode.
it was okay, closer to being on the side of  really terrible.
It wasn't really funny, not really like family guy...
but I give it some slack since it was the pilot episode...
I'll probably watch one more then if it's still terrible I won't care anymore...

but ya know you just don't see cartoons with many black people in it (like most tv shows)
so I have to give it a try.

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Classes.....

Suck ass! a literally they are a pain in the butt (like they give me hemorrhoids). I just wish they were over, but the funny thing is....that it is only week 2 (hahahaha). I mean for one, I don't want to wake up and listen to you talk to me about whatever the hell you be talkin' bout ( I mean I don't be listenin). And for B, I don't want to do homework or read anything. Really I don't want to do anything but chill. But that's not possible so I'm just gonna complain about it until it's all over (that means never..)

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That's it,
I guess I'm off to do homework (or at least think about doing it).
Until then,

PEACE & CHICKEN GREASE!!

Cleaning out my closet......

I Cleant (<-- is that a word?) my room, (my mom was making everyone throw stuff away that we're not using anymore...which kinda annoyed me...)
good thing I found interesting things in my closet and such:

old story i'd written in 7th grade "my brand new home": it was about me (well not me but a character, who was essentially me. I didn't give the character a name which make me even more conclude that it was supposed to represent me). and the character moves to a city called burbank and is scared about moving to a new place basically (he has dreams where everyone in burbank are monsters, idk). it was kool to just read a story I had written, no matter the blatant grammatical errors and weird writing.

It just got me thinking (here's the teacher in me analzying the student) about myself. Like why would I write a story like this, like certain parts were defintely me, but other's weren't, was that what I wanted to be. i'm not really sure. Junior high is all a blur I guess....

Bop it extreme, remote possibilities: it's like looking at an old picture. these game brought up memories of just fun with my family. And how I have so many games i don't play with anymore.


box of cards called history of america: bascially it like a box of cards (duh). with different topics about American history. It Ranges from wars, entertainment, people, places. And I think this was just example of how I wanted to learn things at a young age. It also shows why I know so much random stuff day. I know It's not a total miracle that I'm a genius (so people say). Like there was things that defintely propelled me.

As you can see, finding this things in my closet & elsewhere, just got me thinking about my childhood (and how freaking old I am!). I mean I had a good one, and I'm thankful for it.
yeha......memories......

PEACE & CHICKEN GREASE!!