Wind Torn

I can't believe all the damage here in Davis County, Utah. It completely blows my mind what I've seen. A strong wind here in Layton hit, averaging about 85 mph, tearing apart fences, tipping over semi-trucks, and breaking windows. All the trees next to my house tipped over and my fence is pretty much gone.
But not as bad as other places in the neighborhood, where trees crushed cars and fences. A trailer was thrown into a house. So here's some pictures of the doom of my beloved fence.

Yah, so here's a predicament. The wheelbarrows are crushed under a fence and a tree.

Here the fence ripped out some of our wiring, hmmm, I think we have insurance.

You can't see it in this picture but our drain pipe up higher is hanging from our house and its crushed.

It also tore our trampoline apart. No more safe jumping on that thing.

Breakdancin

I'm learning how to break dance. Yes, I am. Next year my highschool's musical is Footloose. And that means I have to learn how to breakdance; they go hand in hand.

It's a nice relationship but I'm missing.

Yay. I'm sixteen years old...
Yay.
Now to the exciting stuff.
This really strange thing happened. I was waiting for a ride home, just sitting there like most people sit. And I was singing because I was happy like normal. And I was sitting and singing and I was happy. I probably looked like this:

And I was singing and singing and then... WHAM out of the 4th dimension I fall asleep.

So I'm asleep at the tree, which is probably illegal. And then the rest of my life was ruined by a dream, but I'm not going tell you what it was. But I will draw a picture.

It was horrifying and I just kinda made the volcanoes up.

But I learned an important lesson that day. LIFE IS IMPORTANT because anyone could get attacked any second by anything. You should treat life like each day could be your last because something is hungry.
So I wrote more of my famous poetry about this:

     When doing nothing, nothing is done
    But somone or something else is doing something

   For you

 Because they are hungry.

Gettin it done, for your own life

Cause you can get ahead and SURVIVE



Tailored

Hallelujah! ! ! My clothes fit. Finally Tailored.
Yah, it's hard to find the right size of clothes when they don't sell your size in stores. I used to look like an idiot, blundering around in the wrong size of clothes.

But now I have nice clothes, that are actually special just for my body, and I look nice compared to before. (Although I still probably looked nice as an idiot.)
For once I'm not making fun of anything other than myself and the store brand jerks who believe in Monosiesm (one size fits all). Which is a really stupid religeon if you ask me.
But back to clothes: My new fittings do not matter.
I bet now that I have them, I'm going to grow a couple inches in 4 directions and my tailored clothes are going to end up on my little brother. And then he'll spill mustard on them.

Pillows

I hate pillows. I can't sleep on them, but yet I wake up on them. I mean.... COMMON!

It's a piece of fluff wrapped in cloth, and ever wondered why pillows get less fluffy the longer you sleep on them? It's because their fill is less then 300 hundred fill and there is not polyester core. Unless you have a one hundred dollar pillow, its gonna go flat.
Another thing I hate is that they turn yellow, even after washing they are still yellow. (I also hate how every different type of pillow has to be washed different.) They turn yellow because of your sweat or sometimes drool, but hopefully not. And another reason it turns yellow is oxidation. WHICH IS STUPID... what kind of company makes a product that breaks down in oxygen? Those idiots.
Any way... here's cool stuff: if you sleep on a yellow pillow, you are more likely to get acne. So that's why my face has been purified. Okay nevermind, I'm confusing myself.

Enough of my ranting. Have fun sleeping.

Merpeople

I have so many questions about the supposedly non-existent breed of fish humans. Most people don't believe in the merfolk, but I do... O_O

Well all of the ocean just hasn't been discovered so it's possible okay?
Have they found the crash of the Titanic? No... they haven't, and they haven't found Atlantis either; which is where mermaids and mermen live in harmony with each other.
I want to grow up to be a mermologist, a subcategory of marine biology. I will find Atlantis and record their history for the world to see. I will learn their language and make peace with them. I will make a civil war of merfolk break out. I will bring never before heard of diseases into the depths of the underwater city and plague them all.

I thought the job sounded fun.

High School

Every drama story you have ever read, but with a plot twist. Every nightmare created by sleeping Nazis. Every unimportant moment in history... COMES TO NOW . . .
HIGH SCHOOL! ! !Cheer for it or wet yourself... it's your choice... but whatever you do, remember this one thing:
You're wrong.
High School is different than you expect. The teachers and students are just plain crazy. All those stories you've made up or gossiped on; about your "weird" teachers... are just the foam you blow off your shampoo before massaging it into your hair. Overestimating your teachers in High school could save your life. Literally.

Well, I'm not saying High school is even bad or scary, you may just have interpreted me wrong. It's not some crumbling place next to a cliff where they teach you how to become Lord Voldemort, or some other black necromancer. It would only be scary to anyone with a certain digestive rate such as mine. Or could be scary to a Kindergartner, which shouldn't happen, because Kindergartners go to Kindergarten...

So if you are having problems every day, stumbling into that endless tunnel of doom and intellectual advantages, you might just want to tell yourself to stop moaning and learn to tie your shoe.

The worst part about High school is actually lunch; because you get hungry and eat your lunch before you are even out of the line, and then you have to wait for friends to finish their lunch, and by the time they are done you are hungry again.

Another bad part is getting lost. They label the door numbers so you can find your class, but they don't realize how stupid that is... reading numbers means you have to COUNT, and how are you supposed to count? ? ? You're just in High school for puddings sake! ! !

You end up wandering the hall way with a friend low in social status. (not saying that you are low in social status, because I'm not even your friend.)

Just Kidding

When you finally find your class, it's over and you have to get to your next class, only finding out... you forgot your locker combination.You go to the office and they write everything you need to know on your hand...
          Name
          Age

          Locker Combination

          and any personal diseases they may have given you during the wait in line.

In conclusion, I must say that I like high school and my teachers. You make new friends, and new enemies, and new mistakes. But in turn, everything turns out well after you get a hang of things. You find your classes without a schedule, you eat lunch in normal time frames, and you get D's in math. Everything is normal....

There was a... squid

I went to a Honda Dealer (I really like Honda) and I was trying out all their cars. Which was fun. Then I tried out all their helicopters and submarines too. I lost a submarine though, and now I have to pay for it! ! ! It wasn't even my fault. It was a freakin SQUID ! ! ! I swear I did nothing! ! ! And now I have to pay an outrageous fee because a stupid sandwich filling destroyed a nuclear sub!
Stupid Calamari

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