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{Mon, Jun 1347, '11}   George Washington is a Zombie

Sorry for the delay in updates, my non-existent readers, but yesterday morning, I awoke with a sudden epiphany… George Washington is a zombie! Here’s what I’ve made of the situation:

Little do people realize that George Washington is still animated and among us today. He is, in fact, America’s longest-living zombie. That’s right; George Washington is still here today, as a zombie. He hides in the White House, away from the general public, and resides in the President’s Cabinet, behind the many skeletons. Whenever a new elected official happens to stumble upon his decaying soul, he simply repents by eating his brains. Explains a lot, doesn’t it?



{Sun, Apr 332, '11}   Amelia Earhart

Sorry for seemingly avoiding my blog as of recent. A lot of updates to report, but I wanted to blog about this topic:

Amelia Earhart, possibly the most famous female American pilot of history, was legally pronounced dead on my birthday (joy) in 1939, after she disappeared during a flight around the world. Naturally, people wonder what happened to her. A study appeared a bit ago, to try to answer the question. Here’s the short version, understandable to both me and some second graders:

Scientists, I guess, found a bone fragment in the part of the world where she is believed to have gone missing. Naturally, they think it’s hers. The idea is to take some really old letters Earhart sent when she was alive, and to collect saliva samples left over from it. They were supposed to compare it with the DNA of her living descendants to ensure a match, then test the bone.

The only problem is that after I heard about this, I never heard anything else. No updates, no results. I attended a lecture yesterday, conducted by someone who pretty much works with spit, so I asked her about it. We’re both stumped.

Do you spammers out there know anything about this?



The above links are Facebook Events commemorating the six recent suicides of homosexual boys. I’ve been spending a lot of time scrolling through the comments of each event’s wall, flagging haters and commenting to open-hearted lovers.

My belief is that being homosexual is not a choice. It’s how you were born. It’s a mindset that you naturally have, whether you ever realize it or not. Imagine being tormented because of your muscle density or skin sensitivity– those are little details that make you unique, but cannot necessarily be seen with the naked eye. It’s the same thing! Why would you judge someone over something they have no control over, and instead choose to embrace? Is it a crime to be who you are?

This quote is from a t-shirt available at Cafe Press.

By the way, the Bible says nothing against homosexuality. Jesus loved everyone, man or woman alike. Why would he condemn someone for loving, as well? All the claims to God’s hate of homosexuality was primarily due to interpretation or translation errors. Just look it up!

On the wall of one of the events, someone wrote this about the Bible: “It was supposed to be a guide book not a rule book!” Jesus was all-forgiving of the sins of man, wasn’t he? Shouldn’t everyone be as forgiving and open? Religion is not precise– there are many things we do not know. It’s okay to be open to your own thoughts and opinions– God won’t be angry if you embrace diversity.

Haters will be blocked from my blog.

I know there are a lot of opinions contradicting what I said, too. As I said, I believe homosexuality is a given trait, whereas others may think it’s a choice or an instilled lifestyle. I’m open to these ideas.

I read a book entitles “The Less-Dead” that deals with homosexuality and the Bible. I encourage you all to read it.

Wear purple today, to honor the strife these six boys had to face.



{Mon, Jan 1124, '10}   Consider Yourself Updated

I just did something reeeeally stupid. Have fun guessing what it is!

THAT, and I wrote a new song. Whoo, four whole songs! Yeah!… No… That’s actually pretty sad, and it’s just a vocal part… I need to find more writing time… and recording time… and LIFE time…

Well, right about now, I’m working on an essay. I’ve been having a fit all over the internet, sooo…

Apparently, I did the essay wrong, so I had to redo it. I was almost done, too…

Uggggh, I’m so bored! I’ve been working on this stupid thing for HOURS! I’m ready to kill!

Aaaaaah!

And if anyone sees Ray, tell him he owes me a capo.



{Sun, Aug 3013, '09}   The Inspiring Bee

I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging so much recently. I just thought you all might know that I was injured very severely. That’s right. I broke my blogging bone. Don’t worry! It has healed and I am undergoing physical therapy so I don’t strain it.

Okay, seriously, I didn’t come to blog about stupid jokes. (Even though I am a comedic genius) I came to talk about… a bee. A bee, see, dee ee eff…

Once again, I will start over. This morning, I went out to play my guitar. (It’s nice out, my mom was asleep, and my sis was doing homework) The first thing I saw when I stepped outside was a bee. Now, there are plenty of bees in my yard. There’s a big crack under the steps where they all live. But one bee in particular caught my attention. I don’t know what happened to it. Maybe it was stung by another bee, maybe it lost a wing. I don’t know. Anyways, this bee was upside down on the concrete, legs flailing. Every so often, the bee managed to flip over, only to try to fly and flip again. I was mesmerized and watched for a really long time. (half an hour?)

Finally, I got around to practicing my guitar. The whole time, I watched the bee. It stopped moving several times, and I feared it was dead, but after 10-ish minutes, it always got right back to squirming. I also decided to study the other bees.

The hole under the crack by the stairs is only large enough for two bees to enter or exit at a time. Often times, one bee will go in as another leaves. I found it interesting to stare at their orange-colored legs…

Anyways, at one point, two bees tried to enter as another one tried to leave. Let me tell you: bees have no manners. The three of them pushed and shoved at eachother. Finally, two bees forced their way in whatever direction they were going, and the third was forced to wait until they were gone.

Another time, as I was watching the steady stream of bees entering and leaving the nest, I noticed one further along the crack. It flew into the raised half of the concrete crack, banged it’s head, flew back, moved over, flew forward, banged it’s head, moved back… Get what I’m saying? It kept blindly feeling its way to the hole. None of the other bees bothered to help direct it, or catch it’s attention, or anything. It found the hole eventually, all alone with a headache.

Well, back to the bee that couldn’t fly– It was stuck in the same place for a few hours. Flying, flopping. Flying, flopping. I almost wanted to kill it so it wouldn’t have to suffer. But I steadily watched it. Of course, none of the other bees even gave a [insert choice word here]. They flew by and didn’t do anything to help. Eventually, the bee froze. I watched it to make sure it started struggling for life, again, but it didn’t. It stayed still for a good half an hour/hour before I stopped watching it. I fugured it had died.

When I was done with my guitar business, I packed up my stuff and headed inside. I gave one glance to the place where the bee had been, then did a double take. The bee was gone! I hope it finally managed to fly…

Even though the bee was abandones and helpless, it still struggled to the end, and didn’t give up, as I would have in that scenario. The bee is an inspiration to me, and I dedicate my song, “Cold and Wet,” to it. (Now to record it…)

The other bees are selfish, arrogant brats.

Or maybe I’m thinking into this a bit too much…



{Mon, May 1148, '09}   Pet fish…

For some strange reason, my family is split when it comes to pets. My sister likes dogs, my mom likes fish, and I like cats. Anyways, every time we’ve gotten a fish, it has died… and not just natural deaths, either. The first time, it died the night we got it. It was in a glass vase with water plants over it. The roots were either poisonous, or blocked the air from above. We’ve gone from fish to fish to fish! One died of hunger, another was poisoned, etc. I’ve lost track of how many there were…

We haven’t gotten a new fish in a while. All of a sudden, my mom decides to get goldfish! She bought two little fishies, which she told my sister and me about in the car. When we got home, one of the fish was lying at the bottom of the bowl, unmoving. was laughing my head off! It died! As usual!

Some of us thought it was dead, some thought it was sleeping… Any doubt was soon earased. My mom took it out of the bowl, holding it in her hand. And she threw it in the sink. I think it died…

Before I saw the fish, I decided that the two together wouldn’t last any more than 14 days together. That was Saturday, so there’s 12 days left for the lonley goldfish.

I think Micheal Phelps is part goldfish… Every time there is the SLIGHTEST vibration, it swims laps around the bowl like crazy!



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