Week 16: Closing 2013

Wow. Another year of laughter, tears, anger, cancelled plans, and memories. I can't believe I'm already 18. This could be the last winter that I spend with some of my class mates. Most of them, more than likely. I will miss them. When the last minutes of high school are passing you by something silly happens. I think that people start to wake up. They start to play harder, laugh longer, enjoy more of the little things. Just seems strange that we all waited till now to see how great we have it. With all my Christmas shopping done, I'm looking forward to Christmas 2013. The summer of this year was so fast that it was like a blur. Volleyball season went by in the same way. Oh how the moments rush by as my high school career comes to an end!

Week 15: Snow?

Snow is wet and miserably cold if you don't wear the proper attire. It falls in flakes, each one unique, and they seems so small, but it builds up fast. When a lot of snow falls all at once, its called a blizzard and during blizzards, driving becomes extremely unsafe. If much snow does fall, snowball fights can be had. A snowball fight is when two or more people pack snow into ball form and throw these balls of snow at each other. If proper snow gear is worn, these fights can be enjoyable and competitive. Sledding is also something you can do in the snow. Sledding requires a hill and a sled, typically made of plastic. Makeshift sleds can be made out of trash can lids, if need be. You sit upon the sled and slide it down the snow. All and all, when you are prepared for snow, it can be fun. But be warned, if you don't dress correctly, it will be a terrible waste of your time.

Week 14: Small Desions, Big Consequences

If I could go back to the Fourth of July, 2012, my life would have been substantially different. If I could have went back to that day, I would have gone against against tradition. Usually I make an extreme effort to not go to my father's house for the Fourth. Ever since he got home from the war, fireworks haven't been his thing. Actually I would venture to say that the Fourth was his least favorite holiday. So with tradition, 2012 was no different. After a few "Happy Fourth" texts and a brief conversation over the text message with my father I planned to enjoy the rest of the holiday without further thought of my dad. I went to Damion's house to watch the fireworks, and it was there that I received a heart breaking phone call. My dad fell off his roof while he was cleaning the gutters. If I could have gone back, I would have made a trip out there. Maybe even stayed the night on the third. When he went to go clean, I would have said, "Dad, let the boys clean the gutters. Let's go to Pizza Hut instead." And he would have responded something like, "Pizza Hut sounds good. Maybe I'll get some Canadian bacon on my pizza." Then he never would have fallen, and he wouldn't have died when he did. He would probably still be here. Actually it's the weekend as I write this, so I would probably be with him if that day would have been different.  

Week 13: Doomsgiving

As a turkey, my eternal clock lets me know when the dreaded holiday is nearing. As soon as the month of November begins all of my family members retreat into our winter home, which just so happens to be underground. Being underground provides us with protection from the festive hunters and gives us warmth. My grand parents hired a gang of badgers to tunnel us an under earth home. Thank goodness my family is loaded with food. I have no idea how the poor turkey families do. Oh I guess I do know. They get eaten. Really sucks for them.

Week 12: Should I Throw It Out?

I very much like Brittney Spears. I have a burnt CD of hers. I was seriously a fan of hers back in the day. I love "Hit Me Baby One More Time" and "Oops I Did It Again." I used to think she was soooo pretty and classy. As I grew up I noticed that she doesn't wear much clothes and was not exactly an attentive mother. I don't care though. Brittney's old stuff still has a place in my heart. I think Brittney Spears started to become un-cool when she shaved her head. That was a sad day for Brittney fans. I have many memories associated with old Brittney Spears songs, many of which include people looking at me like all my hair has been shaved off. Where are my fellow Brittney fans?? I think I may be alone out here in this cold, Brittney Spears hating world.

Week 11: Why? Oh! Why?

The chicken had some abuse in his past. He was tiny, mildly bald, and kind of stinky. The farmer picked on him, his fellow chickens picked on him, even his own parents picked on him. The chicken was verbally and physically abused. One day he just left the flock. In a depressed walk, he came across a road. He thought to himself, "If I could just get hit by a car, my life would be over and along with it, my misery." With that fresh in his mind, he closed his eyes and stepped onto the pavement. Little did the chicken know that this road was blocked off due to construction. When the chicken realized that he made it to the other side untouched, he turned around, closed his eyes, and crossed the road again. "Third times the charm," the chicken said. He turned around, closed his eyes, and walked back to the other side of the road. After attempting to kill himself three times with no luck, the chicken started to feel like a failure. He there just kept walking because he had no where else to go, nothing else to do. Then he walked right into a new flock. All of these new flock members were tiny, mildly bald, and kind of stinky! He fit right in perfectly!! Everything was wonderful and he never would have found this new flock with out crossing the road in attempts to commit suicide.

Week 10: Crawly Halloween Things

Whenever I think of all the dark creatures and Halloween, I compare it to elves and Santa with Christmas. I think they are the ones that make the holiday possible! Just like the Easter Bunny and Easter. Without all the mummies, skeletons, and zombies, I don't think Halloween would go on. The Nightmare Before Christmas illustrates my vision perfectly. All of the Halloween Land creatures are concerned about how many days until Halloween and what sort of scares they will put on. I think that creatures of the night creep out of their hiding places to scare people on October 31st. They ensure that the streets are extra dark and decorated just so. I think that all the nasty animals and mystical beings form below are perfectionist when it comes to the art of Halloween. So I don't think they celebrate the holiday; they host it.

Week 9: My Top Ten

1. Alec: This man has contagious laughter.
 2. Alec Clark: Nicest butt in the game!
 3. Alec Laible: Amazingly great teeth! What does a person even eat to have that great of teeth?
 4. ACL: He can rap! WHO DOESN'T LIKE A RAPPER WITH GOOD TEETH?
 5. Lil Tucker: When someone isn't afraid to speak their mind, that means they have confidence.
 6. Becca's boyfriend: He's been with his girl for A WHOLE YEAR! I love a guy able to stay in a committed relationship! Its just so cute <3
7. Anna's son, Alec Clark: He's a mamma's boy! Which makes him adorable.
 8. The Kid That Smashed His Face All Up Because He Was Riding A 10 Year Old's Bike: I always love hear about his life experiences. His pain is wisdom...and hilarious.
 9. Mr. #1 Slacker: Alec makes me look so good when he doesn't get his work done. I know I can always rely on him to not do his work! Thanks Mr. #1!
 10. Alec Clark Laible: His face looks like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...and I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
JUST KIDDING!! ALEC SUCKS AND ISN'T IN MY TOP TEN...NOT NOW...NOT EVER!! This is my real Top Ten Favorite People:( not in correct order )
 1. Damion Scheierer: He is there for me through think and thin. When I need anything he bends over backwards for me. He is my man and I stinkin' love him.
 2. Dad: My daddy is and will always be my hero <3
3.Cody Gray: I can rely on him whenever for whatever! He's the bomb like tick-tick.
 4. Katelyn Keefer: She is wonderful, beautiful, funny, and my lady bestie! When I see her, I just wanna cuddle with some rainbows and eat toast. I LOVE YOU, KATELYN! She will always have a spot on my Top Ten.
 5. Mom: She's my momma. Nuff said.
 6. Chris Case: He is awesome and he is also half man, half horse. The bottom half is horse ;)
 7.Miranda Osborn: She's my baby sister and she helps take care of me when I'm sick. That goes a long way with me!
 8. Amber Taylor: She tells me straight and I love that about her.
 9. Mr. and Mrs. Davis: They rule the school and are my go to people whenever I need something during the hours between 8 and 3:09.
 10. Johnny Depp:He fuels me.

Week 8: Baby Shoes

"For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I posted on the garage sale sign. It was true, they had never been worn. They were all adorable too. All six pairs of them; four girl ones and two boy's. If your imagination was allowed to wonder, you may come to the conclusion that perhaps all these babies died in a terrible day care fire or that they were all sold into slavery before they had a chance to wear them. But what really happened is much worse than either of those situations. What really happened is my good friend, who was putting on the garage had sextuplets. My poor, dear friend's name is Katelyn and she needs alot of help. All of her sextuplets popped out after a very intense labor, 34 times the size of a normal child. Even though her babies are all huge, they all still act like babies. Katelyn's HUGE kids needed special everything, including cribs, hig chairs, and car seats. The shoes that were intended to fit her newborns were all much, much to small. In order to make alittle cash, she asked me to sell them in her garage sale. The poor new mother was currently struggling to change the very large and smelly dipers of all six of her children without getting poop anywhere. Instead of putting the baby shoes at the standard garage sale price of fifty cents, I ampted the price up to three dollars a peice. My darling, miserable friend Katelyn is going to need all the help she can get.

Week 7: Blast To The Past

If I could go back in time, I would want to be in ancient Egypt or in the 60-80's in America. This blog I'm going to pick and elaborate on the ancient Egypt portion. I wouldn't be a gnarly slave that built the pyramids and graveled for a scrap or two of food. I would be royalty! In the times when men wearing robes and sandals were acceptably fashionable, I would rule. Attractive servants would feed me grapes and I would ride on elephants whenever I needed to go to the market. Any men in the land would be mine for the choosing. I would listen to all the dirty details of Cleopatra and Mark Antony's affair and I would advise her not to commit suicide. Although it would be dusty and sort of snake ridden, to be a pharaoh in this time, or even a Pharaoh's wife, would be bliss. As long as I steered clear of Julius Ceasar and his political party, I would hopefully live a long, luxurious, and pleasure filled life.

Week 6: Snow White's Man

Once upon a time there was a man. He wasn't just any man, but a prince. His name was Alec. The prince was on a search for a person.; not a man hunt, but a woman hunt. All he had ever dreamed of is a beautiful, big booty-ed princess. Unfortunately there were no big booty-ed princesses to be had. The prince next door, Prince Justin, had the only marry-able, big booty-ed woman under the age of 70, and she was a cow. So Alec lowered his standards and tried to find a woman that was just merely attractive. But to Prince Alec's disappointment, here was no women any where! The only ones around were hideous and huge chatter boxes. Woman that talk to much were immediately on Alec's Undateable List. He became super desperate. He even attempted to go on a date with Hairy Clairy form the castle across the street, but her mustache creeped him out so he dumped her. He was headed in The Shrine in the Woods to plunge his dagger into his own eye in order to kill himself. Alec was convinced he would never find true love! He rode his horse deep, deep into the forest with his mind clouded with despair. He then can into a clearing and saw the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He decided she was perfect! She wasn't hairy, married, and he knew she wouldn't be too chatty because she was dead. So he kissed her sweet, frigid lips. Then she silently to life and she was even more perfect because she was now alive and still quite! They lived happily ever after.      

Week 5: I Doodled A Doodle

I do not doodle. There was a time when I doodle, then it all went wrong. My doodles were exciting. Back in the 8th grade when I was young and unafraid. It was when I was dating Jimmy Amen; doodles were made, used, and wasted. There was no doodle undrawn, no doodle unseen. The tigers (and many hearts) were drawn at night...and in class, with the slopes soft as thunder. Jimmy spent a summer (plus) by my side, but we broke up and he was gone when autumn came. So because my heart was crushed, my doodles turned to shame. My doodling heart went through a storm it could not weather. Jimmy killed the doodles I doodled. In case you care, this blog is based off the song "I Dreamed A Dream" by Anne Hathaway. "I Dreamed A Dream" There was a time when men were kind; When their voices were soft; And their words inviting; There was a time when love was blind; And the world was a song; And the song was exciting; There was a time; Then it all went wrong; I dreamed a dream in times gone by; When hope was high; And life worth living; I dreamed that love would never die; I dreamed that God would be forgiving; Then I was young and unafraid; And dreams were made and used and wasted; There was no ransom to be paid; No song unsung; No wine untasted; But the tigers come at night; With their voices soft as thunder; As they tear your hope apart; And they turn your dream to shame; He slept a summer by my side; He filled my days with endless wonder; He took my childhood in his stride; But he was gone when autumn came; And still I dream he'll come to me; That we'll live the years together; But there are dreams that cannot be; And there are storms we cannot weather; I had a dream my life would be; So different from this hell I'm living; So different now from what it seemed; Now life has killed; The dream I dreamed

Week 4: Life As We Don't Know It

I feel as if life would be crazy! No conception of time at all?? To even suggest the idea is outrageous. Nothing would ever get done. If things did get done wouldn't be done by the right people. School wouldn't exist. Planned meetings with friends, dates, and sports wouldn't happen. The mere suggestion of time not being a factor of our society is unimaginable. If the concept of time was never taken into consideration, we wouldn't have cars, microwaves, Nike shoes, or TVs. Unless a product was invented by a group of people in one setting, then reproduced in vast numbers by those same people at that same place/setting, nothing would ever be made. Everyone would just be wondering around with no where to be and nothing to do. If you made a friend or asked someone to be your significant other, you better not ever leave their side because the likelihood of the two of you ever meeting up again is very slim. You couldn't even tell them meet me at lunch time at Stake 'N Shake because there would be no lunch time or Stake 'N Shake for that matter! How would the employees know when to work? Perhaps they could just wonder in any time of the day...or night. Would there even be a day vs. night? When would night time start if there was no time? When would day time begin? Could one just wake up, go to sleep, eat, and work when ever? How would you know how old you are? Years, months, weeks, days; they're all gaged by time! This blog topic is ridiculous! I'm done.

Week 3: Is There An Expert in the House?

I'm in in the art of asking questions. If you give me a statement of the vaguest sorts, I will be able to produce a question from it. Even if you ask me a question, I have the ability to answer your question with a question. So audience, tell me something or ask me a question and I will be able to produce a question for it. Comment from the audience: Do you like pink? Me: What shade of pink? Comment: How many letters are in your first name? Me: Did your first grade teacher ever teach you how to count for yourself? Comment: What is your favorite form of dance? Me: From what age period? Comment: Do you like strips or poke-a-dots? Me: Horizontal or vertical stripes? Comment: My name is Peter. Me: Why did your parents name you that? Comment: What is your favorite time of day? Me: What season of the year are you asking about? Comment: I'm not wearing underwear. Me: Why?! Honestly, if someone kept asking or answering me on the same topic, I would eventually run out of questions and I would have to answer you. But with one question to one response, its extremely hard to get me. So I challenge you, dear reader. Can you stump me?

Week 2: Let's Fight About It?

I love sleep, but I hate sleeping. I can not get out of bed some mornings, but I have things to do and people to see. If I slept all the time, I would constantly be letting people down. My things would never get done. My room would be a catastrophic. Everything would be dirty. I wouldn't pee or eat. I would just wither away, if one half of my brain ruled my life. Then again, if the other half of my brain took over, I would never sleep. I would work all the time. By work, I mean hang out with people, attend games/activities, volunteering, and studying/reading. I would never rest or slow down. I would combust, then die. So good thing I have two halves of my brain, so they can wrestle. Sometimes I wish my head was full of pudding. So that my halves could pudding wrestle...I think that would be nice.

Week 1: My High School Isn't From 21 Jumpstreet

My senior year has just begun. My friends are back and so am I, but it's different here, we're different. Everyone is older, the oldest students in fact, and with that comes a sense of authority. We seem to think what we say goes. What's strange is, most of the time it happens that way. If I slide in the lunch line in front of others who have waited, no one makes a peep. That isn't the only example. The fact that we 'rule' is present everywhere. As seniors,is this our right? Yes, I answer in the most modest way, I think we are. In my mind we have earned it. The classes are different, harder than usual.But I"ll admit, I love not having underclass men in my classes. Also having Katelyn in nearly all of my classes is a hard core plus. Unfortunately, Alec is in a few of them too.... :(