It's the Numa Numa song!

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/numa.php

(singing off-key) *Numa Numa Yei, Numa Numa Numa yei blah blah blah..* sorry...

I wonder who that guy is.

It's a Sunday. At the end of Sundays, I remember the next day is monday and that I have an entire week of school ahead of me. A probably have some kind of Pop quiz in Biology that I forgot to study for, and I believe I have a Vocabulary test 3rd period. and then there's homework. It seems as if I get the most on Mondays.

To make matters worse, there is some kind of dance going on this Friday, and my friends already have dates. Like almost every dance, it's Guys-ask-Girls this time, and peer pressure has led me to beleive that I need a date, and my last girlfriend didn't work so well with me... :( I sure hate High School dances.:cry: I mean, in Middle school you could go with your buddies and talk, drink sodas, and just sorta dance by yourself. In high school, your friends have dates, and if you show up by yourself, then, nothing happens.

This might be one of my only hated weeks of the year (I love every week except my birthday week and the week like this).

Well, it looks like another tough week to endure. I'm not sure I'll make it. *Sigh*. I can't wait until Saturday... it's gonna be a long week.

~Jake

And came back with nothing. I caught one sea bass and I did catch some weird sea gunk. Essh. It took me a while to get back too. I got lost. *Sigh*. I spent a lot of money on gas, I Can't beleive it's 3 bucks,  and Just as soon as I turn 16 too! Oh, and my taco (taco bell) for lunch got ruined with seawater.

Oh well. I found a $5 bill on the sidewalk. That sorta brightend my day. A little. Not much. Not at all, actually.

Tommorow morning I am going fishing somewhere off the east coast (like I know where it is... I'm just gonna drive off the end of the world until I hit a beach) hoping that I'll catch something bigger than me (but nothing dangerous ou tthere... I came across a barracuda once, and even though it could harm a fly, I was screaming my head off), otherwise I'm gonna be so ticked since I spent so much gas money... Oh well, at least i know how to fish. You know the old saying: "Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime." Yeah right, who needs fishing when you got fast food restraunts and grocerey stores everywhere you look?

In other news, my bank account has finally reached $2000 dollars (whoopee?) so I'm a little closer to getting a sports car. Not much though.....

And I'm free of homework for the weekend. YES! To all you people who have homework, I feel bad for ya. Homework sucks...

BTW: Does anyone know who SYS is? He does all the blogs, and when you click on him it says I've never heard of SYS.

Man, I really am bored. I'm so bored I tried to watch an old family sitcom, but I can't take two minutes of that crap.

So then I took a bite of some leftover pizza from yesterday. It had mushrooms (Barfs...) so I threw it away. Unfortunately, I missed the trash, slipped, and I landed on my butt. Well, at least my elbows not hurt anymore. Then i'd have two injurys! (Well, the butt's not an injury, just kinda sore  )

So after that I tried to dribble a soccer ball around my yard. I kciked too hard, and it went over the fence. I tried climbing over, but the next door-neighbor's doberman ate it was his first piece of food in a week. :x

Then i decided to sit under a tree and throw rocks at the street. ventually I noticed a wasp nest perched two inches above my head and scrambled away like a maniac.

Then 5 minutes ago I got in here, and I'm still bored. What to do, What to do?

I'm bored, so I worte A JN story. It's mainly survival and romance, and part one's about Carl going missing.

I looked at the girl… I had always loved her….

The lilacs resting in her hair said that she could blossom into a sensitive soul.

The rack of tai chi belts sagging on her bedroom windowpane gave away that she had a dangerous, dark side.

The beautiful smile that reached from ear-to-ear I could see when she got a pleasant

Grade revealed her strive for academic greatness.

And her hair was as vivid as the sunset on the open meadows that smelled of honeysuckle and marigolds.

She was Cindy Vortex. I had always loved her, but had never come to grips with it myself until 6th grade.

The sunset glazed beautifully across her face, and I was still gazing t her, yet trying to cover up this to my friends at the picnic.

Me, my best friends Sheen and Carl, Libby, and Cindy were all sitting on top of a hill with a view of dusk’s cold, wispy air and firework display. The picnic had been packed by Libby, but I did not pay much attention- I was err- busy watching something else. We were mostly quiet, except Sheen’s attempts to liven us up.

“What nationality are you when you go to the bathroom!” Screamed the hyperactive voice I recognized for the past 10 years.

“Sheen, be quiet!” We all reported in unison.

“European -ahh!” Libby put Sheen into a headlock. They had gotten along so well, I wonder if Cindy would ever get along with me. That was unlikely, as we had fought and fought since Kindergarten. We were not very close friends, as you might’ve guessed. 

Oh well. The whole gang was still there, even after an entire three years. Wait a second, Sheen, Cindy, Libby,-

“Carl, Carl! Help me!” Screeched Sheen.

No reply.

“Carl?!”

Still no retort.

My attention turned from the girl to the gone astray Carl.

“Everyone! We must find Carl post-haste! We don’t know what happened!” I yelled.

“Back off, nerdtron! We don’t need to follow you, and why do you care so much about nerd #2 anyway?” Exclaimed Cindy, the girl I pined for.

I sighed and lowered my head as we proceeded into the valley. It was getting darker, and my friend was nowhere in sight.

“Carl!” a voice echoed through the valley.

“Where are you? I got some llamas!” sprang another.

After another 45 minutes we were dehydrated, and the moonlight wasn’t in sight to guide us along. We had left the food wrapped in the basket over by the picnic sight. We rested by a damp mountainside after trekking three miles of the gloomy meadow.

“Guys! Guys!” Said a small voice from what seemed like the interior of the ferocious mountainside.

“Carl?” we all exclaimed. We immediately began digging and digging and digging into the side. After about 1 foot from each of us, our nails had given in and Cindy had broken 4 nail. It’s true, for the metallic color was halfway gone on each tip and was now reduced to a dull dirt polish.

CRACK….ERRK!

The sound emerged from the mountain.

“Neutron? What did we do?” Exclaimed a voice. And for the first time ever, Cindy hugged me and clung like a barnacle. I was practically in a trance. The shivering foreboding wafted away and I was drifting. She must’ve been felling the same! She has to!

“Everyone, look out!” screeched Sheen and Libby at the top of their lungs. “MUDSLIDE!”

The boulders and mud came pouring down like heavy rain until my grasp on Cindy was broke, and each of us careened in different directions. When I landed, well, I was in sort of a room.

And sitting by the wall was Carl, who was bleeding at the fingertips, and was unconscious.

I found these three videos from flash. They are pretty funny. Ones the llama song, and the second is the kitty cat dance and the third is the peanut butter jelly time,respectively. No explicit content, except the cat says the word sexy as a sorta-warning, and the peanutbutter jelly one is kind of wrong, but thet are brothers.

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/kittycat.php

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6803211374280659014&q=Peanut+Butter+Jelly+Time

Tell me wat u tink! :)

Ahh.. electives and extra-curricular activities.... such things I love. But what happens when I new club is opened up to my possibility list: The cheese club! yes! The cheese club only thought tangeble in cartoons is now a reality here for me.

Here we learn about the facts of cheese and other diary products in which have been pastuerized by the legend himself- Loius Pasteur. Yes, that's right folks. Discussion about a guy who invented pastuerized milk. TALK ABOUT BORING.

It's so crazy it's scary, and I'm shocked the principal even aproved. My friend Patrick tried to talk me into it, and he joined. I don't want any part of this. i, mean seriously. What would anybody else do in this position?

P.S. In other news, Steve Irwin, the crocadile hunter, was killed today. "Crikey! me Heart!" yes, he was drilled though the heart by a stingray. Tragic.

-Jake

i think that Dogs have waaaay to many breeds. If you notice, everywhere you look you see some good looking ones and some new weird-looking ones. They are slowly taking over our world! But who isn't a sucker for a good puppy or dog?

That's the Labrador retriever, my favorite dog breed of all time, they come in 4 colors, those two (black and yellow), sliver (rare), and chocloate (my favorites!!!) (They were breed for retreiving shot down game birds. Oi... A dog slobber thanksgiving... yeesh)

The Jack Russel terrier, a close second in my list. They come in mostly white with spots of orange and black. (Breed for chasing rabbits... maybe they coind the lucky rabbits foot thing...)

The beagle is the third place finisher. They come in some cool colors too, like faded black, black, orange, red, and others. (They are sniffers, or hounds. haha. "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog...")

And the Collie, my fourth favorite. They come in black and orange, with lots of fluffy and frizzy hair. (Bred for herding sheep, and maybe protecting them from wolves.)

Note: These are all pictures of puppies, (except i think collie #2 is an adolescent) because the Lab and Collie get way bigger than that, but the Jack russels an Beagles stay pretty small. the Beagle ways about 25 pounds on average and th jack Russel a little under 20 pounds. The Lab can get to over 100, (usually they are a 70 Ib-110 Ib range) and the Collie is about 50 or 60 pounds.

What dogs do you like?

I rode my skateboard to school today, and during a crappy manual, the trucks became unscrewed. The front wheels hit my rear ones and I was sent flying. I thought my face would get all scratched up, so I curled up in a ball. I sprained my elbow. It hurts a little now, but I got some gauze and a soft cast.  At least it was't serious! I can still type, thank god. I just need to keep it in one place. I'm getting an x-ray tommorow to check for anything more serious than a sprain, but I'm 95% sure it's nothing worse.