I realized, Frosty the Snowman is like Jesus. He came from magic (virgin birth) and knew he would melt (be nailed to a cross), but he promised he would return.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
I got my social studies teacher to start singing The Beatles and The Monkees today. He actually has a good tastes in music, even if he doesn't know how to appear smart. The other day he put on the song "500 Miles" to as high as the volume could go, put on his Twisted Sister wig, air-guitared with his ruler, and forced us to sing it. Afterwards I said "Why did you do that? God! I love that song!" Then this girl said "Used to love it."
Posted by Haven at 5:14 PM
Monday, December 8, 2008
My hands are getting cracked and dry. I hate when that happens. Yesterday Andelle, Pipsisewa (mom), and I went shopping at the thrift store. Andelle bought clothes for interviews and It's Acedemic. Pipsisewa bought wool sweaters that she could felt and turn into handbags or something. I bought jeans, a vest, and a dress.
And now the random Monkees song you've all been caring less about:
Posted by Haven at 4:27 PM
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Winter! Yesterday on a hike with Bonnie and other people at Mt. Aventine, it began to snow. Then me and mom decided to go to Dr. Mudd's house for "A Victorian Christmas." There were so many cookies... Last night I was listening to some Monkees tunes to decided which CD to ask for Christams. It's between Headquarters and Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones ltd.
Posted by Haven at 12:26 PM
Friday, December 5, 2008
Today was not that bad. Today in GTT, I think I did rather well on the test! In language arts there was a sub, and a really awesome sub! He let us sit wherever we wanted to. In social studies we played a game where we're on the Lewis and Clark expedition. In chorus our sub was a poet I remember I met earlier at a poetry night. On the bus ride home was when it got really interesting...
These two boys got really angry at each other. It started in the neighborhood, escalated at school, and ended in a fist fight on the bus. The seventh grader is a mouse who's really bad at lying and acts so tough. The eighth grader already has a record and never seems upset. What supposedly happened was the seventh grader ducked under the eighth grader's seat, drew on his shoes, then got back up and pointed to someone and said "They drew on your shoe." This caused the eighth grader to get angry and cause a ruckus, which made the bus driver to pull over and question the boys in the front. Luckily I was in the back. All the way in the back. The eighth grader started punching the seventh grader, yelling "Those are lies, those are lies! You just want to get in a fight." The seventh grader started crying. The bus driver called the school, so we had a two cops, Officer Cooney (our school policeman), and our principal Mr. Martin to come. We all knew the seventh grader was lying. We knew those tears were fake. The seventh grader would get beat up all the time on what we call "The Ghetto Bus." On the Ghetto Bus we had kids standing up, walking around, beating other kids up, kids eating, kids on their cell phones, etc. The seventh grader loved to get beat up. When a police officer came, we were like "Oooh!" When another came, we were like "What? No!" When Officer Cooney came, we were like, "Holy..." When Mr. Martin came, it was like "Oh My God! Mr. Martin!" Every time a car slowed down to look at us, we yelled "Yeah, keep going!" Eventually the eight grader and the seventh grader was driven home. We were all laughing that it all came from one kid drawing on another's shoe. I said to this one kid who I joke around with, "If you draw on my shoes, I'm sueing you."
Posted by Haven at 4:19 PM
Thursday, December 4, 2008
It just seems like hell today. In our house it's like religion is fueling the day: atheists vs. agnostics. Leo's been lecturing me and Mom started yelling at Andelle. Andelle's been watching newsclips about atheists and Prop 8. Dad found out that Grampy was asked his opinion about someone stealing the nativity scene in front of the Webster town hall. He said that people don't care about religion like they used to. I'm just tired of it. Mom was explaining thumbnail drawings, using pictionary as an example. She was talking about someone drawing the cross, to symbolize church. If someone doesn't understand, than you draw a roof or a stained-glass window. I was staring blankly out the window, and she got angry thinking I was snubbing her. I just can't take it! I have a big GTT test tomorrow, and I want to get some sleep. No more religion on this blog starting...NOW!
Posted by Haven at 10:20 PM
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Everything seems to be about religion, now isn't it? But before I get ahead of myself, let me talk about last night. I was finishing my science fair backboard. I cut things wrong, so I print everything out again. Then mom tells me I did everything wrong, so I had to rip everything out again, and then mom was talking about how I shouldn't write like a fifth grader, when I think she shouldn't be a control freak.
Today in chorus we had a sub. Not just any sub (Because any sub is good sub, except that old lady in the red coat with white hair, she's just...strange) This sub was evil. She didn't give us any warnings before she handed out MIRs (minor incedent reports), and the slightest thing would set her off. Then she said something about God, which got this evil girl to say "We can't say stuff like that, it might offend people in here." The sub asked "What people?" The evil girl pointed to me and my friend. My friend looked boldly at the sub, but I just had my head down and scratched my neck. It's a subject I don't like to get into. This girl in front of us turned around and said, "You don't believe in God? You're going to hell." The sub said "If you think that breathing isn't real because you can't see it, stop breathing. If you think gravity is not real, then jump off the top of this building." Then the sub went into this big lecture about how everything is made from a thought. Out there in the universe, there's a thinker who had a thought. I would've mentioned the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but I couldn't. My breaths were coming out quick and heavy, my teeth were chattering, and I was sick to my stomach. My friend said that she wasn't knocking anyone's religion, but the sub said "I wasn't talking religion," which is a total lie. Thankfully, almost everyone agreed with me and my friend that that sub was crazy and should be fired (We said some other things that should happen to the sub, but they're not appropriate). On the bus, one girl who's in my chorus class and my girl scout troop leaned over me and asked "Why don't you believe in God? Do you believe in the devil? Of course you do." Thankfully I got her off of me. I'm going to get some ice cream to calm me down.
A song to help describe how I felt in this post, by his Awesome Micky Doodliness:
Posted by Haven at 4:01 PM
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
My God! The christians in science strike again! They were asking me how I was going to get married, since "marriage is about God". Whatever.
After the bell rang, me and my friend were trying to find the Cart Lady to get permission slip for the environment club, all the teachers were like "Do you have a meeting?" One teacher saw us and said into a walkie talkie "Carl, rev the engines," which got me a bit P-ed off. I dragged my friend to the stairs.
Walking to the buses, she said "My Goddess is nature." I said "My God is Bob." I say I'm a pastafarian, then my friend says she's from the church of the flying spaghetti monster. Then we both yell "His noodly appendage!"
I'm now finishing my science fair backboard.
And now the latest song stuck in my head. And for the record, Micky Dolenz is mine!
Posted by Haven at 4:33 PM
Monday, December 1, 2008
In Gateway Tech today, this stupid boy I sit next to had to be grouped with me since we sit next to each other. He got angry that he didn't get the teachers initials on his paper since he was busy walking around while I was doing to the work. He was asking me what music I like, thinking it was screamo or metal. I told him that I liked sixties, and he started singing Johnny Cash. I told him I didn't like Johnny Cahs, so he asked if I like The Beatles. I said yes, so he said "But they were in the seventies." Me, showing off my dork-ness, replied "No they weren't. They broke up in 1969." "But they were dorks, they wore glasses." "No, only John Lennon wore glasses." "They're dead." "No, only two of them are dead." "John Lennon was killed because he was a hippie." "Nuh-uh, his killer was mental." "I killed John Lennon." "No, unless you're name is Mark David Chapman." "You're a dork." "I know."
Posted by Haven at 5:43 PM