Day 7: Sh*t...

I forgot to write a blog post, and I'm way to tired to do it now. I promise I'll make the next one extra good to make up for this madness.

Day 5: Getting Comfortable

Ah, another day to write in the blog. Writing this regularly is starting to feel natural to me. At first I had to force myself to do it, but now it feels like a natural instinct. Also it's painfully apparent that there aren't many regular visitors. That's ok, I understand. This blog is taking it's first baby steps, and watching someone's baby isn't all that exciting. Let it be known however, that I will keep working on this blog until it's a big success. I'll keep working on it after that point too!

RaNdOM Thought of the day!

Turns out that posting a picture of yourself on a bad hair day into the internet is a very risky decision. There are three possibly things that could happen if you ever decide to do such a thing. It can be good, ok, or REALLY BAD!

Good: The nearest person to you decides to give you a haircut, and it comes out fairly nice!

O.K.: That person doesn't have much hair talent, and they mess it up a bit, but they're nice enough to buy you a hat.

BAD: That person drank WAY too much coffee that morning, and after twitching 7 baldspots into your scalp that'll probably never grow back, the biggest twitch of all swipes your ear off! (That must be what happened to Van Gogh... So THAT'S why the Mona Lisa's smile is so mysterious! Historic mystery SOLVED, fools!)

I think this was the good result! (Atleast I have my ear, see!)

And now, feast your eyes on the amazing...

Not so child-friendly Childrens Story!

I'd like you all to meet Ben. Ben is a beaver, and a fairly wealthy beaver! He had 110 sticks. It was enough sticks to build a dam over the annoying river that always is in the way, but he had a dream of making this a really big, fancy, special dam. He imagined all the other beavers saying things like "DAMN, that dam is HUGE!" "DAYUM! You ain't kiddin'!" "Oh Ben, your huge dam makes me want you so badly!" All that would be just on the first day. He knew gathering all the sticks to make this dam would take a really long time unfortunately, so he tried a quicker way of getting them. 

He went to the local Luck Tree! Inside this hollow tree, people put their sticks at stake in hopes of getting more sticks than they ever could have hoped for. Many beaver's dreams have been made, and destroyed within this tree, and Ben knew if there was any hope of making the dam of his dreams, it would be found in here.

Ben walked in, and sat down at the black jack table. He had to put 5 sticks on the table for each hand that was played. He lost the first hand, but got a 21 on the second hand, he lost 4 hands after that, but won one more after that. Winning that hand made him happy, but what he didn't realize is that he had less sticks than he started out with. 

He then went to the roulette table, a place where you try to guess in what part of a wheel, a little ball will land in. Ben put 30 sticks on black. The ball landed in 32 Red, and Ben lost the 30 sticks. He tried putting another 30 sticks on even, and the ball landed in 24 Black! He won back his 30 sticks from the first bet, and out of wild excitement yelled, "Let it ride!" This meant that the 60 sticks he had on the table would be bet on Even again! The ball spun round, and round the wheel, which seemed to last forever! He got very nervous as the ball started to slow down, and bounce around. Then he heard the roller say, "2 Black!" Ben jumped for joy as he won 120 sticks. That was more in one bet than he had ever gathered on his own! 

The manager of the luck tree heard all the commotion, and congratulated Ben on such a win. He told Ben that he was allowed to have as many drinks of Happy Juice as he wanted, and he was more than happy to accept! Ben drank one, two, three shots of Happy Juice! This wasn't the smartest move though, because too much Happy Juice makes it hard to think about what you're doing! He stumbled back to the roulette table with his 150 sticks, and put them all on the table! "All my sticks on 1 to 18, spinner guy!" The spinner rolled the wheel, and soon enough the ball landed in 17 Black! 

Ben now owned 450 sticks! This was just enough enough to build the amazing dam of his dreams, but he didn't want to stop yet. The crowd was cheering for him, and Ben imagined what would happen if he won again. He would have enough sticks to make as many dams as he could ever want. He'd be the king of the forest. He knew what he had to do, or so he thought. He yelled out, "LET IT RIDE!"

The crowd roared, and the ball made it's big spin. Once around, Twice around, three times around, four, five, six, seven, and then it started to bounce back and forth, hole to hole, until one of them caught the ball. "27 Red!" The crowd sighed with disappointment, and went back to their business. Ben had just lost all of his sticks, and was forced to leave!

He cried all the way home, as he had lost all of his life gatherings. His dream of a giant dam seemed impossible now. He looked at the annoying river, sat down, and thought for a bit. He knew that if he kept gathering sticks diligently, and never made a foolish mistake like that again, then maybe he could build the big dam one day.

Years passed since that day, and Ben now owns a very fine dam. It's not as big as he had dreamed, but he was happy, and he never had a problem with the annoying river again.

The End.

That's all for this post, but I hope you enjoyed this one, because it took hours to write! I'm going back to sleep. Comment, follow, you know the drill. Good Night!

hey everyone!!

This is Jaime, Paul's awsome girlfriend..I am new to the blogs but I really look foward to meeting everyone....today I want to have a blog show on blog tv around 9 oclock new york time. you can find us at blogtv.com/XxJagz2EpicxX hope to see everyone there....CHOW!

Day 3: The Realization

Ladies, and Gentlemen, it has become painfully obvious to me that I couldn't possibly do a blog post every single day, so instead I'll probably do one every other day. Even though I should be going to college this very minute I took the time to cater to your needs, because that's how much I care! So let's get this show on the road already!

RanNnnDDndom thought of the day!

Don't shower late at night. Don't shower as late as 3am. Don't shower as late as 3am when you're baked! You WILL fall asleep with wet hair, and WILL wake up looking like a crazy person! The only way this is acceptable is if you have nothing to do that day, or anyone to see that day. If this ever happens, make sure you have a damn good brush, and don't expect to look any good still!

Case and point...

(Hopefully I have a hat...)

Today's special soup is cream of...

Will it roll down the stairs?!

Today, I happened to have a Sunny D bottle, and wondered how far it would travel down a staircase. Needless to say, it's a fairly round bottle, so I had high hopes for it's flight! On the first trial, the one where I let the curve of the first step roll it, it smoothly went down each step like a champ. Trial #2, the one where I roll it from about a foot away, it skipped the last few steps, and slid across the dining room, scaring the hell out of my dog. Trial #3, the one where I hurl it at the first step, I threw at a bit too high of an angle, and basically threw the bottle at the floor downstairs. I'm surprised the bottle didn't break!

That's all for today's rapid-fire feature, but leave a comment placing your bet on if you think I'll make it to school on time or not!