Put This Thing I'm About to Share With You in Your Mouth

So, I made this recipe for foods class, and while writing the underneath post, I ate (literally) 800000 pieces, minus 799997 pieces of cheese pie. If anybody on the planet ever reads this, make some cheese pie and eat it, because it's delishUS.

Cheese Pie

1 (9-inch) graham cracker crumb crust

1 (8-ounce) package cream cheese, softened

1 (14-ounce) can sweetened condensed milk

1/3 cup lemon juice from concentrate

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

In large mixer bowl, beat cheese until fluffy. Gradually beat in sweetened

condensed milk until smooth. Stir in lemon juice and vanilla. Pour into

prepared crust. Chill 3 hours or until set.

FRISBEE MADNESS!!!!!!!!!

This afternoon I was at the park throwing the frisbee with my dad, and my dog, and my mom, and...my sister, and I had an epiphany: frisbees are pretty darn coolio. That's right, I said it. Just think about it. It's a disk, of plastic, that can fly 100 feet and smack a nine year old girl square in the mouth. I promise, it wasn't intentional (is what I told my mom, but we all know the real truth). There just isn't anything quite as fun as running around a field with your family, throwing the good ol' frisbee at each other's faces. The sad thing is, I don't think enough people appreciate just how fun it it, and the frisbee has been forgotten, save for colledge aged hipsters and apparently my family. So, I implore anyone reading this, try it out. Throw the frisbee around a few times. It's a wonderful experience. Hopefully, next weekend, there will be 2 more peepes out there with their familys, hucking the plastic disk of life (at least that's what I call it).

The basic idea

Right now, I would love, more than anything in the entire world, to tell you the story of how I got intested in the frisbee. I was taught the ancient art of frisbee throwing by my Grampa Bill. GB could be best described as, well, a hippy. He wears epic tie-die shirts, has a pony tail, smokes pot (just kidding, if he did, I would have shared that experience as well [not really]) and, plays frisbee, which is pretty hippy-ish. One day, I was over at his and my Gramma's house. It's in Salt Lake, so he drove me to this really seedy inner-city park. I was around eight, and was pretty freaked out by all the stinky bums that slumbered up against the tree trunks and on the benches. GB proceeded to whip out a frisbee, and asked me "Have you ever played frisbee?" No. "You have to try it, Nay, here, this is how you hold it." We spent the rest of the afternoon throwing the frisbee back and forth, back and forth, homeless people watching us all the while. By the end of the afternoon, I was actually pretty proficient, and  at least ten percent of my throws went relatively strait. I know it's a momumental achievement. All the while, GB was patient, kind, and I could tell he was having a lot of fun.

I realize now that  when learning to frisbee, I had an experience that a lot of people may not have. I learnt a skill from an elder. It was like I was an Jedi Apprentice, learning the deep and ancient powers of the force. Not really, but it was such a profound experience, having this person with so much more experience than you teach you a skill, with such tenderness and willingness for you to suceed. I knew at that moment that there was hope for this planet, if two human beings can share an experience, and grow and learn from it in such a way that me and GB did that day. Sappy, huh?

Sorry

Sorry you two, for all the rapes, I mean gramaticalititcal mistakes in my last post, especially in the Rape and Main Point paragraphs, I guess it just shows that I was burning the 9 o'clock oil, and also that I rely far to much on this sub-par spell checker.

Procrastination

OK, so Friday was not a fun day at school for me. I guess it started on Thursday night, as I toiled over my homework until the wee hours of 11PM. That might not seem so late, but I get up at 6 in the morning to get ready for school, and seven hours of sleep isn't that much in the grand scheme of....sleep? I don't know, but here is a tip for anyone reading this (maybe 2 people) don't procrastinate. Don't wait to do a 5 page science packet, 2 science 5 paragraph essays, and 2 Geography news story reviews until 9PM the night before they're due, because you'll wake up feeling like crap, if crap is an achy, sore throat-ed, runny nose-ed, itchy eyed-ed, PO'd-ed (what's with all the -ed, I haven't a clue) 14 year old boy. To make matters worse, all we did for an hour and half of PE was shoot baskets instead of going outside to play flag football. It wasn't raining that hard, was it? Well, I don't know, because we didn't go outside to play flag football! We also did the trunk lift, which seems designed to put you in a prime position to either a) get your back broken or b) get (man, I hope I'm aloud to say this) get raped.


(The humiliating trunk lift)

And before anyone gets all harrumphed-ed about the word rape (geez I said it again) let me justify it for a second. I assume the rules of this blog are "don't say anything that you wouldn't say in a classroom setting" but it seems that all I ever here about in class is rape. Rape rape rape. Actually, my logic is probably flawed, because if I could say the F, B, A, S words, or even the BS word or the FA word (are those even words?). Okay, here's a solution. If you, or you (remember, there are only two people reading this) are offended

the word rape, then skip the last section and start reading.....

Here. But wait. If you knew to start reading here, you'd have already had to have read the last line, which contained the word rape. And, if you read the last line, you probably at least skimmed the paragraph which contained the last line, which contained rape 6 times, and implied that certain swear words may or may not exist. And if you've read this far, you've read the word rape again, and, just barely, again. OK, this is getting out of rape, I mean hand. From now on, just try not to be offended, and I'll try not to say rape. I'll just say the "R word" which implies that rape exists, but doesn't come right out and say rape. Crap.

So back to my original point rape, I mean, procrastination. Right now, I am currently guilty of procrastination, as I am sitting here, at 9:18PM (less than two hours before this is due) with around 400 of my 500 word a week blog quota completed. Wow, that was a run sentence which seemed to make absolutely no sense. So sorry to the two of you still reading this (if you are in fact still reading it). Good job. Let me congratulate you, gentle rapers, I mean readers, (there are two of you, remember) for making it this far. I know this has been long and off topic and rambling, and sometimes insufferably boring,  but you've stuck to it. Good job. Let me say it a third time, but this time different. Great job. And now, as I have no discernible way of telling how many words I have, other than counting, which sux (ha, see I can txt), let me commence with the raper, I mean filler.

Politics. All I seem to here about politics in school is "Well I'll tell ya', that fricking Obama." What's so fricking about Obama, the Bamster as I call him (I met his wax sculpture in DC)? Does he really deserve to get the eyes of his picture scratched out and have SATAN written underneath, which is what happened at my elementary in 2008, during the election. Is he really Satan? I thought that Satan was Satan. Maybe he isn't living up to you guys-ez (or, dare I say, you guys-ez parent's) expectations, but does that deserve an induction into the Satan Hall of Fame, where his portrait will adorn the walls along with Hitler, and thousands of rapists (wow, I can't believe I said it again). I honestly don't think so, I mean you can dislike a guy, but that doesn't make him Satan. If that were the case, then half the school (and perhaps some of the faculty, but I'm not one to name names) would have to walk around wearing "Hello, My Name is Satan" name tags.

PS (post script)... Woah...Sorry about the weird ending, you two. Hopefully, I won't get cornered and beat up by you guys, although I feel pretty confident that I could evade two untrained attackers (unless one or both of you happen to be ninjas).

Napoleon Dynamite/James Bond trailer

I saw this video today before football practice and was almost late because I watched it about 10 times.

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