Megan Fox 2: Revenge of the Fallen

Ok, since some of you might be confused, I have been calling Transformers Megan Fox because lets be realistic here, the only reason people see it is a) megan fox and b) giant robots beating the shit out of each other, as thedeadpixel so eloquently puts it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7REkSwKX22U - @6:36, funniest trailer remix ever.

Anyway, the movie is AMAZING. I mean it. Its sooooo great, and they even have really old robots and new ones (and new ones that are old... what?) and they all rock. And optimus gets an upgrade! Its awesome! So, shit blows up, robots kill each other, tear down walls, and oh yeah, Megan Fox.

GO. SEE.

NAOGHW!

Quickie

Just to make it clear: I'm going out with Devon Kane. But her parents cant know, hence the whole facebook thing where it doesn't say who I'm going out with.

Also: I'm in massachussetts for the next 6 weeks. No adventures to report yet since I stayed inside all day. i managed to rack up like 100-200 texts though. Exciting!

Oh, and if you see Devon, tell her I miss her.

Summer Camp! In which I annihilate a spider!

So, as many of you with facebooks (or indeed brains) may have noticed, I was sorta missing all week. While this slowly crushed my soul, I did a few blog-worthy things.

I started the week off right: ROAD TRIP!

Eight hours of loud music, movies, and yelling later, we weren't done driving. So, we drove some more, and arrived. AT DISNEYLAND. It was cool, but we were still pretty cranky from the ten hour car ride (L.A. ain't exactly next door, ya know). We still had fun. No, I didn't just go down there for disneyland. I went because I have a secret: I'm a boy scout. No, wait! We aren't that dorky. I went to Boy Scout camp. In the intervening time between that and my writing this, I annihilated an innocent spider, went scuba diving, got blue paint on my chest and hiked shirtless. And more! Read on:

So, lets start with what I did, the boat. After a two hour boat ride, we arrived at Santa Catalina Island. Not much happened that day. In fact, plenty of stuff probably did, but my memory is TERRIBLE. Let me start with the first memorable thing that happened. Hike day! Wednesday (yes (no?) , nothing memorable happened on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday) was hike day. After a bit of wrench-throwing at the machine that was the system, Scott and I managed to leave our troop hike and go on the sixteen mile hike to shark harbor. We did this by bothering the guy who was in charge of it at 9:00 at night the night before. I'm good at planning, right? So, We hiked. Due to bad planning, it was uphill both ways. On the upside, I body-surfed at Shark Harbor (the place we were hiking to, FYI). And that was great. I also made a few friends, who I bothered the rest of the week.

So, Thursday. It was that day that I racked up another nickname: spider man. Allow me to explain: I DESTROYED a brown recluse. Let me show you how it went:

Me: *sees a large spider at the end of the table bench* Look guys, a giant dead spider!
Other Scout: Idiot, its still alive!
Other Scout: Is that a brown recluse?
Me: Does it have a violin on its back (brown recluse spiders have a violin shape on their abdomen)?
Other Scout: Yeah!
Me: Hang on *marches back to tent/cabin*.
Other Scouts: *chit-chat*
Me: *returns with running shoe in hand* Move. *Bashes spider to bits, whacking it twice more for good measure*.

And so followed a long cleanup stage, since no one wanted to touch the spider and its acidic poison. We're a brilliant bunch, aren't we?

HOLY CRAP! Something DID happen Tuesday! I scuba dived! I saw a stingray that was GIGANTIC. I mean it. The thing was at least six feet long. It didn't do much, but it was still frickin' awesome. Anyway, I was under water with scott and the scuba instructor for like a half hour, at about forty feet. We saw a lot of cool stuff. I'm still coming off the strange high it gives me. :)

Blue Paint! Where my chest hair should be! Thursday was the Highland games, where I proudly represented the MacDonald Clan (Deep fried goodness!). I went down early for blue paint, which is still on me. No, I haven't showered since Thursday (just kidding, I'll have showered by the time anyone reads this). I managed to do a number of stupid and insane things, including beating scott at something! I should get an award for leg wrestling. I also owned at steal the bacon, and remained shirtless for the honor trail, which came after the games. We hiked a bit, stopping four times at staff members who passionately preached virtues to us. It was moving. I was shirtless.

Ramble:

I was also cell phone-less for a week, and I'm still working on finding it. Hang on. I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago. I am, but I'm still awake. I forgot to tell anyone that I was going to an island. My sister just flew to Chatham with the dog. I leave on Tuesday, who wants to throw me a going-away party?

Graduation, Dances, Parties, Summer, and a distinct lack of Jesus involvement.

Graduation was alright, I guess. It basically added up to a day off, so that was neat. I did have a fever the night before, and have been pretty exhausted since, so thats no fun, but graduation, er, excuse me, Promotion was fun, as far as promotions go. Then again, the other one I went to is pretty blurry in my memories, so its not like I can make an accurate comparison.

After that came the dance, where I party-boy'd the principal, who didn't notice (a certain chaperone did, I got away with a warning). I also danced with devon and didn't get kissed. By anyone. What kind of 8th grade dance is that? Anyway, Sean managed to be the only dude in a five (four?) person freak train, and he also got some great shots of everyone there. Especially this one of geoff and gabby. So, that was the dance, in short.

Woohoo! More parties! Despite being physically exhuasted (since I'm still recovering from my 102), I went to another party last night. In short: Swimming, Dancing, and Kissing, in that order. In short: a good party.

Because of certain people who know who they are I showed up late, but whatever, that meant the ice was already broken. I hopped in the pool, swam around, and took part in some of the stupidest water stunts I've ever even heard of. To elaborate: we put a boogie-board on a wet floaty thingy, took a run at the boogie-board, and slid into the pool. Not so bad, but when slip-and-sliding from a running start right next to solid rocks? Bad idea, but we were fine. Until the adults noticed, at which point it ended. Good things never last.

Following that, we messed around in the pool a bit more, then went into the jacuzzi, and played would-you-rather reality, which takes away the whole fun of it, since you have to do one of the things. Hence, no fun. It was the same things over and over, just switching between people. No fun at all, since it was eventually the same people over and over too. Absolutely no fun. That part really sucked. Except when stephanie had to kiss me one the cheek, and she acted like she'd just gotten the goddamn plague. Priceless.

So, pretty much rinse and repeat. Pool a bit, jacuzzi a bit, then came soccer, where I got slapped by stephanie (what else is new) for not being good at a sport I don't play. Soccer was fun anyway. Team bumblebear (whatever team me and sean are on) won. Of course. I chased sean around a bit later, got back in the water, talked about music and danced with devon, hung out with devon by the swings, went back to the water, and went home. Pretty basic.

Oh, and yeah, I got kissed again. Guess who. Go on, guess.

Anyway, now its summer, and I'm still exhausted. And still blogging. Woo hoo!

My mom just left for the east coast with my sister. In ten days, I join them.

Jesus, parties, and kissing, oh my!

Alrighty then:


So, I woke up today at eight. Then I went back to sleep and got up at ten. Then, I talked to Nicki and managed to not go to karate, and the first thing I did that day (after watching a bit of "Catch Me If You Can" with Cara, was go to a party. I showed up before the host did and cooked a bit before he arrived and the party started. It was his confirmation party, and I had a lot o' fun. But that wasn't the most interesting part of the day. That came after the jesus party.

So, post confirmation-fest, I headed over to the house of someone I've never met to hang out with a bunch of females who either hate me or don't know me. Fun, right? Not what I planned, but I showed up to find roughly a dozen girls (one of whom was devon, the only person there who I was in good standing with), standing around and chatting. And a band (go kart mozart) playing a bit. So, party, party, yadda yadda. I eventually learn its a swim party (excuse me, variety party, not just swimming), and I was the only one who hadn't brought a swimsuit. Except for Bob, emma, and amy. But whatever. Point is, I was standing around by the pool, and I was nailed by a few water ball thingies. Eventually a wet exercise ball hits me in then chest, at which point it was suggested that I jump in anyway, whats the difference? So I did. Fully clothed, minus socks and shoes. Woo! Wet. Later, Shannon got paint all over me. I pulled it off with my usual flair. We stabbed holes in a cardboard cutout thing of edward, and that was fun. We didn't know it was a rental. So, that whole kissing thing? Not much to say. Quick little thing. I'm not telling who she is. :P

Finals, music, and my obsessive urge to avoid work.

So, finals are this week.

My soul is slowly being crushed, since I'm cramming. Again. For anyone who didn't hear, I crammed for my math final, too. Social studies now, and I don't even know how I'm going to do Science on Thursday and Friday.

I've been listening to music the whole time, which is probably going to have a negative impact on my grade, but it is SO worth it. I'm listening to High School Never Ends right now, which has an irony in it, since I'm in eighth grade. :P

I'm doing this to procrastinate. Entertain me?