Accelerate. (Part 1)

I can't do this crap anymore.
But It's going to feel so good outside. Now where are those socks... ah, there they are.
Mom, I'm going outside.
God, that Emily girl is a stalker. It's so gross how she likes me and she's not even in middle school. It's a lie, I'm not that attractive. I guess I'll go around the back so she doesn't catch any glimpses. Weirdo.
I have to hit those logs every time. I don't know why. Wow, I've gotten faster. Wow, I've gotten faster.
How much horizontal distance did I get there? Had to be around two yards. That's crazy. I didn't even think I could ever do that.
Oh, there's the sign. Am I going over it? Hell, why not. Dear sweet Jesus, too much speed, don't want to trip once I hit the ground. Hop over the stream, and I'm on the sidewalk.
Now let's see how fast I can really go.
It doesn't seem as fast. And boy, I'm out of breath, I shouldn't have taken that week long break. Oh, no, who are those girls? They look like people I know. I'm too tired to continue at full speed. Ugh, I can't believe that I am too tired to do the bridge railing. It's wide and 4 inches high. Maybe I'm not improving at all.
Oh, they are 20- 24 year olds. Wow. That's a relief.

Back to the routine.
Over the wooden fence- no hands, a little slow. I'll do better on the green one.
Yes. Perfectly over...SHIT! whew. That was a slippery landing. I'd have to be an idiot to try that again.
I guess I'm an idiot. Stuck that landing though, and let's throttle at 80% for a bit.
God, still too tired.
But I'm going to do those columns. Oh, hey, I could to that backwards wall jump to pullup that me and John did. Later.
Look at those benches. If I could somehow jump from the top to the top on the other side. Oooh, or maybe with a wallkick from the tree. No, that's waay too advanced for me.
Column time.
Or not. Meh, just a hop over those walls. Easy enough.
Hmm. I wonder. Can I still do that? I haven't been doing well in any other areas. Thirteen feet, should be easy enough.
DANG THAT WAS EASY.
Don't want to lose balance. Eh, falling into a dumpster, not a good idea. This is still pretty high. How will I get down? The Catcrawling skills over back to the original column. Ahh. This is a good seat. Good resting spot. Time to get down.
Oww. Feet. You never hurt me before. Why? Maybe it's these shoes. Need my blue ones next time.
Let's try that again. Oh, the easy way up the holes in the wall. Whatever. Back up top.
And down again. Still hurt a bit. Whatever. Let's go around the school.
Hmm. I wonder if anyone's watching me from the street. I guess I look like a vagrant. Hah, if they only knew.
I'm going over that railing. That was a soft landing. Oh, dirt. Up the stairs. With a little style. It never hurts except when it does. Over the rail again. Let's be a kid again and hop over those AC pipe thingys. Wow I must have looked dumb. Counteract that with a bit of ledge to ledge. That's always cool, God if i messed up that pipe would impale me.
Speaking of cool, should I try to progress on that front hand spring? Yes. I shall.
Oof. Just like last time.
No. I'm tired of this shit. If it says speed on the intro, I'll give them speed.
I'm putting my hand on that patch there.
I'ts a great start.
Almost there. It's now or never.

what.

So I havent updated in awhile. Far less than daily. Yeah, I know, shut up, I'm TYPING.
So this dinner Mom made a peach glazed porkchop that was utterly epic. I really can't describe how awesome it was. So I won't even try.

My AP classes are really killing me. Plus the whole plan for taking AP Computer Science was mucked up by the school's Cliche Bureaucracy Department, so I really have no idea what I can do about that.
In the words of my friends: AAAAAANNNNNNNNGGGGGSSSSSTTTT.
ANGST.
ANGST.

ANGST.

ANGST.ANGST.

ANGST.ANGST.

ANGST.

This is Stupid.

[ben@upstairs ~]$ python

Python 2.6.2 (r262:71600, Jun  4 2010, 18:28:04) 

[GCC 4.4.3 20100127 (Red Hat 4.4.3-4)] on linux2

Type "help", "copyright", "credits" or "license" for more information.

>>> compassion = 'Feeling and sympathizing'

>>> trust = 'Belief in one another'

>>> friendship = 'Companionship of others'

>>> support = 'Helping others bear burdens'

>>> love = (compassion == True)+(trust == True)+(friendship == True)+(support == True)

>>> print love

0

Crap.

Talking with myself

Yeah, so looking at the blogs I unleashed into the world has given me a whole new insight into these people. Namely, nothing at all. Here's the lowdown:

Shelby channeled her inner split personality syndrome with a conversation with her gay muses(male on male, of course.). The content was great, but if I had to go Gollum on Blogger, here would be the formatting:

I would start in a blockquote like this. 

That sounds logical.

Holy shit, who the hell are you?

I'm that program you were working on.

O_o No fucking way. 

You sound like Mr. Spock. I don't even watch Star Trek! That's your name now, stupid program. Spock.

This was all your idea, demonstrating a conversation on a blog.

Screw you, you're a lump of sand and plastic. I AM YOUR MASTER. 

And so on. Note the difference in fonts and type faces, with the 'dominant'(aka not a gay dude) type being the default.

  

 

 

 

So. I need an award.

That was the ice on the front windshield this morning. Pretty cool.
So I am walking down the busport right now, and I totally passed a condom. Yeah. Just throw that crap away. Ih liek, fitty feet from teh do'. Come on. Ha, double entendre.
The rest of the day is just as weird.
First block I definitely had to steal a math book to look up how to graph rational functions(bluh) and I then made a complete freaking nerd of myself (sounds normal to me) by writing my notes in freaking Python. I bet none of your notes have Python. My notes are freaking binary compatible, bitch.
So, next block, Graphics Design:

John Egbert shows us how it's done, when 

he finds out that he is not drinking apple juice.

Yeah.

So I forgot my password. Now, this would normally be some normal thing, just go to the media center, ask to get your password changed, whoop de freaking do. But that was last Friday. TODAY i had to go down there after I tried every password I could and wait for the people to call Mr. Bailey over at the Board to get it changed because I am on the Internet watchlist. If you want to know, click the link.

Back? Good. I will never tell you. 

So today I was talking to Shelby about my blog and how I'm going to have large updates every day, so she made a blog over at Holy God This Coconut Is Huge (that's a mouthful)(DOUBLE ENTENDRE x2 COMBO!). So that got her friends to make a blog. So I have to mention all these people. 

Later.

What really scares me is that I have all this power over peers. Or that blogs are just a damn good idea.

So I need an award for:

1. using my political superpowers for good and not evil
2. putting up with general bullshit
3. and existing.

This blog does not help the ego at all.

Omgosh, this is the 30th post. PARTY TIME!

Continuing the flurry of posts

As those of you who are reading this probably know, I just created an epic shitstorm of awesome new additions to here.

And I am still going to update daily.

Why is this here?

Back awhile ago,I started this blog. What was I thinking? Maybe I'm just crazy, but a regular blog attracts readers, and I get none. So regular updates now? Sounds good to me.

Friday was my birthday. It's been an interesting 17 years, and number 18 is coming down the road pretty fast, along with Senior year, Eagle, and the rest of my life.

Tell you the truth, I'm not ready.

But I can hopefully start off this last year of youth on the right foot with Springpad. It's been an enormous help for the first week, but time will tell if it can lasso in my disorganizational skills, which has so far defeated:

• Toodledo
• Evernote
• Delicious
• Producteev
• and Astrid(for android)

This should be able to keep me on track for daily posts.

Yep, you heard me. Daily. In the end, one's worth is measured by the effect one has on people. I hope I can do the same with this blog. 

So no more excuses. No more putting it off. It's time to do this thing. 

WE ARE MAKING IT HAPEN.