tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44810267497642669162024-03-21T15:41:35.212-05:00Who...me? Who wants to know?If you don't like it then you can just hop off the trolley and skidoo your way back to hater town!Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-51133196802901379422011-01-31T21:01:00.001-06:002011-01-31T21:01:56.253-06:00Hey yall. I moved!<br /><br />xoxoslacker.blogspot.comSlackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-84009885449704741572011-01-27T13:50:00.001-06:002011-01-27T13:50:51.188-06:00Who needs drawing skills if you're good with photoshop?Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-68308251314365780442011-01-26T20:36:00.001-06:002011-01-26T20:36:46.728-06:00I've reached the pinnacle of insanity...<br>Mom: you'd rather go to practice than go out on your birthday?!<br>Me: well......yes.<br>Mom: ... :|Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-69152028756633466962011-01-26T19:30:00.001-06:002011-01-26T19:30:29.048-06:00:'D awwwwwSlackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-86899760578812910682011-01-20T21:19:00.001-06:002011-01-20T21:19:25.721-06:00Rodents make terrible pets. Or at least if you're me they do.Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-34271238796100952302011-01-20T20:03:00.002-06:002011-01-20T20:05:53.226-06:00Contrary to popular belief, "It's almost bedtime so finish your homework." DOESN'T make my homework go away OR finish itself. So UPS yourself to STFU Island so I dont have to try and remember what sleep was like.Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-67951887081420574122011-01-18T23:36:00.001-06:002011-01-18T23:36:15.847-06:00Dear Basketball,<br>Everyone humbly requests that you quit being an asshole. Use the free time you steal to make a machine replacing our lost sleep. <br>Still <3 you!Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-83288972493512449782011-01-09T17:48:00.001-06:002011-01-09T17:48:43.011-06:00I think the concept of 'potential' is at least 50% bullshitSlackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-67609931540581087842011-01-08T20:53:00.001-06:002011-01-08T20:53:48.172-06:00You know how sometimes you try to tell yourself and others something but then you realize that you're probably lying? I HATE THAT.Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-47143706703502795952010-06-02T23:33:00.005-05:002010-06-14T23:34:49.998-05:00This is your face on stress.This was my face when I didn't immediatly find my track sweatpants :<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This was my face when I STILL didn't find them :[<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my face as I am currently munching on Hot Tamales at 11:34 at night and distressedly trying to find my pants. >:(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my face at 11:36 as I rush upstairs with a flashlight to see if my pants are upstairs >O= :) (that thing is a lightbulb by the way)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is my face as I come racing down the stairs (about to break my neck) with my pants and a handful of Hot Tamales stuffed in my mouth. :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And now I'm going to go to sleep, and all of these delicious sugary Hot Tamales are going to cement into body fat because my brain and digestive system are like "AW HAAAAAAYYYYYLLLL NO! I'm tired too you jerk! You know what?! SCREW YOU. I'm not digesting this and burning it up. You can just let it TURN INTO FAT. YOU LIKE THAT?!"<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.steadyhealth.com/articles/user_files/12904/Image/angry-mum.jpg" border="0" />And guess what? </p><p>I'm still eating those Hot Tamales. What can I say? I'm a bored eater and candy is DELICIOUS!</p><p>I need to control my eating habits...<br />-Helcar : (I'm really tired and I have a track meet tomorrow...) </p><p>oh and 'BTW'...when I said "I came running down the stairs with my pants and a handful of hot tamales shoved in my mouth" I did NOT mean that my PANTS were in my mouth too. I just wanted to clarify because I am the type of person that would read that wrong and think it was a lot funnier than it was...just sayin. :)<br /></p>Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-43763846720211691582010-06-01T22:47:00.002-05:002010-06-01T23:10:49.038-05:00Le Premier Juin.It is the first of JUNE! Gawsh this year has flown (and dragged at some points...) And I am THIS CLOSE (yeah yeah I know you can't see my fingers...you get the point) to not being a freshman. I won't say THIS CLOSE to not having to do anything for three months because that my friends would be called a LIE. All summer long I have sports and god knows what else going on. My typical morning will most likely be,<br />1. Wake up early<br />2. Bike to my school (about 4.5miles away)<br />3. Run (as in CROSS COUNTRY)<br />4. Go to basketball and die there<br /><br />On the plus side Miss Leah (she's a super amazing awesome senior who you don't really know...) is the co-coach person for my basketball league! Lemme hear a woop woop!<br /><br />Since I am having major issues with this whole "do homework" thing, I need to go.<br /><br />Kill me now...<br />-Helcar o.-zzZZ (that's my one eye open 'is it over yet' sleeping face)Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-76405873734355810462010-05-29T21:55:00.003-05:002010-05-29T22:04:14.389-05:00So Close, But OH SO FARWOW. It is almost the end of the year and I don't know what I am going to do with myself. This means that my sports will be ending (I mean sort of...) and I will be around my sisters ALL DAY. My summer is going to consist of basketball, basketball, more basketball, and cross country, and more cross country... Along with whatever else rears it's head. Plus I will have summer homework...woopee...sophmoredome is coming up fast. That means 2 YEARS until I am a senior. :O<br /><br />Adding to all of this 'awesomeness' is the fact that my mother is a @#)(*% and I cannot handle my family, yet I am being stuck with them more. I thought being older was supposed to mean more freedom. Not less.<br /><br />Right now I'm watching Underworld: Rise of the Lycans. So I'm going to leave you with that.<br /><br />I know you'll miss me...<br />-Helcar :PSlackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-45736328391357685942010-05-24T23:35:00.004-05:002010-05-24T23:39:24.772-05:00Oh. My. Glob.It is WAY too hot out, and the conference meet for track is tomorrow! Plus I'm sick...so it's Robitussin, Airborne and allergy meds for me tomorrow :) And no, I am NOT a druggie because Airborne is vitamin immune booster stuff, and I need to take my allergy meds. Don't judge me. Anyhow, I've lost all of my "get my work done" ness and I don't understand my math right now. Anyone know how to find the zeros of a polynomial using factoring and synthetic division? No? I didn't think so...and neither do I.<br /><br />I'm screwed no matter how you slice it...<br />-Helcar >.<;Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-41260696187080867632010-05-15T23:27:00.001-05:002010-05-15T23:27:49.603-05:00What defines the line between poetic or creative and flat out crazy?Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-8655893864970599262010-04-09T00:10:00.002-05:002010-04-09T00:13:47.896-05:00BRAVO!O.M.G. cue the crazy giggling because my sister is a GENIUS (Victoria that is...). Have you ever been around a guy who drowns himself in Axe cologne or body spray and you just about die? Well Victoria has deemed this phenomenon the "Axemosphere" like 'atmosphere'? Am I the only one who thinks this is COMPLETELY genuis? So next time you end up behind someone who needs to lay off the spray, just tell them that "They're killing you with their axemosphere"!<br /><br />HEEEHEEEE!<br />-Helcar :DSlackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-66778522509295339492010-04-05T15:20:00.003-05:002010-04-05T15:25:09.063-05:00Oh Me Oh My Oh Pizza PieIf anyone is still out there, that's awesome. If not? Well I am a pretty irresponsible blogger so...yeah... Just wanted to say hey to everyone while I'm on my sick day. I really don't WANT to be home, but my asthma is kickin my "you-know-what" and I have a bunch of homework that I didn't get done. So no track meet tomorrow for me. You might want to call my friends and make sure that I don't do anything crazy! Justs kidding...sort of... But yeah! Track started (WOOOOOHOOOOOO!) and as far as I know I'm doing hurdles, high jump, throwing (I REALLY prefer discus but I'm not sure what my coach will have me compete in) and hopefully the 100m (I say hopefully because there are a LOT of sprinters) so yeah! That's about it...for now. I'll be back eventually to give a longer post, but right now I'm supposed to be doing an essay that I have gotten nowhere on!<br /><br />ttyl...<br />-Helcar -.-Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-13338422986321288632010-02-16T22:29:00.005-06:002010-02-16T22:51:07.882-06:00A Very Merry Unbirthday TO: YELLA!Fancy This! My first legit post of the new year (yes I know how pathetic that is, seeing as it is...um...the SIXTEENTH of February!) And that date that my interior monologue just mentioned also just happens to be a very special day! It is the day that my best home-slice Alley was born! So go <a href="http://http//yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/">here</a> and tell her happy birthday! OR ELSE. I will hunt yoyu down and make scary teenager faces at you! Just kidding. But seriously, who doesn't like birthday wishes! I don't have any fancy pictures or anything like she had, but I can list 15 things about her! (Since shes a big 1-5)<br /><br /><br /><br />1. She has a dog named Jack (who is significantly less cool than MY dog Rio)<br /><br />2. She doesn't like frosting.<br /><br />3....or pineapple.<br /><br />4. Shes lactose intolerant or whatever and has some MAJOR issues with sugar and dairy.<br /><br />5. She eats it anyways, then talks about how it's going to kill her.<br /><br />6. She is NOT a hater of Bear Grylls<br /><br />7. She definatly could be defined as a hater of Les Stroud (Survivorman)<br /><br />8. Her brother is friends with a bunch of idiots.<br /><br />9. She prefers Xbox over Playstation<br /><br />10. She has to look at both sides of chips before she eats them. (Or at least with Doritos)<br /><br />11. Her definition of "dirty" (like rooms and such) is pretty sad.-A few things on the floor is NOT dirty-<br /><br />12. She'll eat really random things to see what they're like.<br /><br />13. She ate bird millet last time she was at my house. (see number 12)<br /><br />14. She's a lefty but she opens her locker with her right hand.<br /><br />15. She's obtained the honor (or torture...depends on the viewpoint) of BFF status! (But that's old news)<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tkey.co.uk/blog/images/HappyBirthdaytoYou.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />So HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOME SLICE! The next one's a big one, so don't blow all of your birthday energy now!<br /><br />You know what you could do as a birthday present to her (and me, incase you missed mine on the 7th) Is tell 3 people that you're following to follow her (and me) ! Since we BOTH love our followers (plus shes all about people reading her writing.) Remember to go <a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/">HERE</a> and inital HERE and sign THERE and FOLLOW...and tell her happy birthday :)<br /><br />Bon Anniversaire Yella! (Thats happy birthday <em>en francais)</em><br /><br />-Helcar <:)% (the symbol is like a party horn if you use your imagination...a LOT...)Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-76586530736124024232010-02-14T16:55:00.003-06:002010-02-14T17:02:27.565-06:00Jeeze O-PeteIs it love when you stick with something because even though it can make u nervous and frustrated and flat out pissed, it can also make you super happy and proud and amazed and a zillion other things, and you constantly want to work harder to be better considered love? Because if it is, then I may be in love with basketball. Someone help me. Before I lose my mind.Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-13365310002252894612010-01-18T11:28:00.001-06:002010-01-18T11:28:24.435-06:00BEAR GRYLLS HAS A BLOG: <a href="http://beargrylls.blogspot.com">beargrylls.blogspot.com</a> i LOVE that guy :) just saying. did you know he was the youngest briton to reach the summit of everest at 23?Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-59168077083562855652010-01-10T21:33:00.006-06:002010-01-10T21:53:05.860-06:00You've Had a Bad DayWow. Great day right? My mom kept me home from my friends (who apparantly had a GREAT time) for multiple "reasons" that she consider's valid, but in the end just seem like nothing to me. On the other hand, I am slowly gathering movies from around my house that I like and I know my sisters would mess up. I'm hoarding them in my room! :P I'm going to a movie right now (which actually kinda makes me mad) so I'll give more details later.<br />-Helcar >:(<br /><br />PS: I had to type this up, because I sent it from my cell phone, but it showed up as gibberish (I will leave one of the crap posts up so you can see what you WOULD'VE seen.Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-9314970794238836292010-01-10T21:33:00.003-06:002010-01-10T21:33:35.818-06:00f ?9?] ??nr ? ?S?? ?<???s?^ ???2?\????9? ???.E Yf??r?O?Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-57377735582237372952010-01-09T00:02:00.001-06:002010-01-09T00:02:56.334-06:00TESTING ONE TWWO THREE TESTING FREAKIN ONE TWO THREEW! IF THIS WORKS IT WIL B THE FIRST POST IN A LAWWWWWNG TIME!Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-64574381405285767212009-12-07T21:40:00.004-06:002010-01-02T13:55:40.798-06:00The start of something new...We started a new trimester in school today. Over all, I'm not sure what to think. There are some good people in my classes, and some NOT so good people in them. First hour is video production, and I don't really know anyone in that class. Second hour is gym, and there are a lot of REALLY annoying people in that class such as one Parker. Ugh. Alie (not the one y'all know) is in that class, but she has other peeps in that class to talk to, so that pretty much puts the ixnay on her. Thir hour is foods, and I thought all hope was lost when Melissa got transferred to that class! Yippee! Fourth hour is english. Some of the people in that class aren't bad, but over all, its not great. Lunch I have with Clara and Alley, my two crispy home skillet biscuts. So all is well. Fifth hour is Francais. That is with Anna and Bethany like last trimester, so that class is good. The last hour is Geometry. The Lord Parker is in that class, as well as Queen Veronica. It should be...interesting.<br />All in all, the first half of my day is pretty bland but things take a turn for the better (mostly) at 3rd hour. Not too bad I would say! Although it was brought to my attention that I don't have any classes with this girl from basketball who is pretty cool. But she has english with Clara, Alley, and Clara's 'bf' umm...lets call him Purdy like everyone else.<br /><br />We have another basketball game tomorrow! Wish us luck, and maybe I'll give you some play by play (which you totally LOVE you know.) ;)<br />-Helcar :+<br /><br />AFTER EDIT: Oh, and when i was talking about third hour, I made it seem like I WASN'T excited to have Melissa in my class. That is a lie. I just don't know how to talk. I MEANT: "I thought all hope was lost, then Melissa transferred to my class! Yippee!"<br /><br />Just clearin the air :)Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-44450480772913331312009-12-05T21:06:00.006-06:002009-12-07T21:49:39.160-06:00These are a few of my favorite things...Not much has really happened since the last post, but I had a couple basketball games (the first two, in fact) and also, I just so happened to inform Clara of the existance of the site. Obviously she took it well because she set up her own little secret baby (<a href="http://sportsguysandchocolate.blogspot.com/">Sports, Guys and Chocolate</a> is where it is) so its all good. She has yet to call me a crazy psychopath or anything like that-of course I'm guessing that she hasn't read all of the posts. That can make a difference.<br /><br />As you may be able to see, I'm slowly but surely adding some Christmas-ness to the blog. You know what that means right?! A NEW VIDEO! This is a sweet song by Capital Lights. You should listen to it. Do it. I promise its not screamo (aHEM *cough*yella*cough*). :)<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNgSMCaje4c&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNgSMCaje4c&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />As far as basketball goes, we won the first game and lost the second game (the loss was like 43 to like 21 or something like that but that team TOTALLY was rediculous.). I have many comments about my team and the games that I could make, but I'm not going to burden y'all with them because it would just take more time. Over all, I guess my team is ok, some of the people are nice, and one person really gets on my nerves and the rest are popular people, but that's ok. We work pretty well together (although no one passes the ball to me even when I'm wide open unless the coach forces them to) and we won the first game with a score similar to that of the one that we lost. The coach is good too, and even though when you see him at a game and he's yelling like he's coaching in the Super Bowl it won't seem like it, he's pretty nice.<br /><br />So the loss was yesterday and also yesterday, I hung out at Clara's house (I practically live over there, and I'm sure her parents are sick of it) and I feel kinda bad because her dad got mad at her( did I mention what happened to him?!) for not doing the 4 dishes in the sink. Shh, but I think his hand/being stuck at home might have shortened his temper. For those of you that don't know, her dad shot his hand and lost a finger and can't go back to work for a while. Thats the long story shot...I mean short.<br /><br />All I did today was go Christmas shopping and go to church and sit in the car while my mom moved some stuff for my cousin Jen. Oh ya, and I was over at Clara's house AGAIN to drop off Victoria, who was gonna go and babysit with Clara's sister.<br /><br />AH! Queen Veronica has unshunned me for no apparant reason. All the sudden she started talking to me in Geometry and now she half smiles at me in the hallways and she INVITED ME OVER TO HER HOUSE. Except I had this drill thing the next morning (a.k.a yesterday) so I said I couldn't. I've decided that I'm not gonna bite her head off or anything because thats kinda not worth the energy.<br /><br />The drill thing? It was interesting. We, as in the people there, went to a class for like 3 min, then we acted like it was passing time and then we were supposed to go to our next class. That for me, was lunch. When Clara and I got almost into the lunchroom, the first gunshot was fired-oh my bad, if I didn't already tell you, this was a simulation to what would happen if there was a shooter in the building and the had police, fire and medical responders there too.- so we ran into a room and sat there in the dark on the cold floor for about an hour an a half or so, and then some guy came to one of the doors and was like "The drill is off, open the door" and a guy went to open it and everyone was likke "NO NO DON'T OPEN IT!" but then the principal came in the other door and was like "I think something is wrong" and then we opened the door and part of the cafeteria had flooded! So they called off the drill early.<br /><br />Quite eventful no?<br />-Helcar :]Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4481026749764266916.post-19567184842679640152009-11-30T22:01:00.009-06:002009-12-04T23:23:39.356-06:00Merry Thanksgivingmas!*Bursts in wearing a Santa hat* <span style="font-size:130%;">HO HO HO! MEEEEEEEEEEEERRY CHRISTMAS!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Whats that? Oh, too soon? Hehe, my bad. Ah well. How was y'all's Thanksgiving? I would like to make a formal apology to anyone who thinks that I was knocking Thanksgiving, because I personally LOVE it. I mean I love eating and that's what you do on that day! But my loving family still made fun of me for eating a lot even though you're supposed to on Thanksgiving :( .I would like to be thankful for (I'll do 7 things since that seems to be the blogging world's favorite number...)</span><br /><br />1.My family-No matter HOW much I complain about them, I still love them. From my creeper Mom to my murderous little Alexandra.<br /><br />2.My friends-They keep me sane.<br /><br />3.My pets-They also play a part in keeping me sane-well, except for maybe Rouge...he's a little worthless.<br /><br />4.TiVO-As much as I love my computer, I don't want to have to fish it out and search crazily through the interweb to find full, episodes of my shows WITHOUT issues.<br /><br />5.Cellies and the Internet-How else would I drive my mom crazy by constantly talking to my friends everywhere I am?<br /><br />6.Food-Maybe this should've been higher on the list, because I freakin love this stuff. Oh well.<br /><br />7. My bloggy peeps-My blog is an vent, and other peoples blogs can do anything from make me burst out laughing in the middle of my family room floor (which drives Victoria crazy) to make me hungry (well, actually, that's a lie-I'm always hungry-it just makes me drool)<br /><br />8. Scary movies and books (particularly Stephen King books!)-They're awesome even though they probably don't help my insanity.<br /><br />Ok so I lied. I did eight things. There's probably more stuff that I can type up that I'm thankful for, but I'm going to stop there because there ARE other matters on our agenda tonight.<br /><br />Next up, we have an award. In my head, the crowd is cheering on one side and groaning on the other. As much as I love awards, I HATE trying to come up with facts. I'm just not good at it.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410123586849005794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAAfplnRZs8w6bCLOClo06mJ3DvNB7XuF20O8I-82e7l4Y2HbBIl3HK0Y6NjzlDxq6F3iaOuVsLpYMvTSHtYJMPbB89U2FSA0KHDbYOyswCrsUyrba-S_6jv5IfhgQInqT998PyCuv9c/s320/superior_scribbler_award.jpg" border="0" /><br />1.Thank the award sharing fiend<br />2.Copy the award onto your blog<br />3.Give the usual amount of facts (it's seven btw)<br />3.Don't be greedy, pass it on to seven more bloggers<br />4.Let the bloggers know you gave it to them (aka post a comment on their blog)<br />I would just like to say now that I'm not going to post comments for this one because I am an extremely busy high schooler what with finals coming up the DAY AFTER TOMORROW O.O , so although this is probably bad etiquette, that's too bad. I'll do it next time if I'm not shunned.<br /><br />1.The area between my first and second knuckle on my fingers is generally lighter than the rest of my hand.<br /><br />2.Chocolate is amazing. Especially with caramel. Just sayin.<br /><br />3.I have a love hate relationship with my laptop (for example, just before I typed this, my internet stopped working so I tiredly got off my bed, scrambled upstairs, back downstairs while holding up my laptop hoping for my internet to come back. Finally after I disconnected from the network then reconnected, it came back)<br /><br />4.I do basketball, track, and cross country<br /><br />5.I love being outside in the woods and stuff.<br /><br />6.My favorite author is probably Stephen King.<br /><br />7.I am a big fan of the Washington Redskins. Why you ask? Because I was raised that way.<br /><br />Ok so that should about cover it. Lets go with what my friend over at <a href="http://yellaalley95-ugh.blogspot.com/">Zoinkers! </a>did (thank you for this award by the way) and say that if you are on my list of blogs and you want this beast, then you can have it!<br /><br />OH MY FREAKIN GAWD. Finals are coming up and they will be my first ever finals and I kinda hope I don't fail them.<br /><br />So basketball started, (which I'm pretty sure I told you) and we have our first official game tomorrow, and I GET TO START! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Hopefully I don't totally screw things up. And the 9th grade team got spiffy new uniforms, so that makes it even better!<br /><br />Finally, well I THINK it's finally, on Black Friday, I got to hang out with Mark and Lauren (sigh. just kidding...maybe) it was fun. We hung out at the monster mall (whose name is omitted for safety purposes) and we just kinda wandered, then we ate at a fancy italian place and Mark and I shared a pizza, and he gave me bread-hes so funny- and then we wandered some more and then we went bowling. It was amazingly fun. Here's some highlights.<br /><br />-reading books out loud at Barnes and Nobles<br />-sharing pizza<br />-"having swagger" and walking into a store all funny just because of the cool beat that the music had...and then walking right back out.<br />-multiples times he said, "haha I love you R-er..um-Helcar" (not like <3-more like home dawg love. Its still cool)<br />And in the store that we walked into, (we went back in to look around with Laurens parents later) he picked up a mustache Christmas tree ornament and held it up and I have a picture of it that I was going to put on here until i remembered that its on my cell phone and this is sorta a anonymous-ish blog. I just don't want this to be read by some person that just happens to know him and then shows him the blog...that would be BAD. Seriously. I had a whole mental freak attack about all that could happen or has possibly already happened.<br /><br /><br />Finally, I got some music on my PSP! This is good because I've been meaning to do it, and also, I can't find my iPod. Unfortunately, it took like 2 hours to get 50 songs on there because my computer hates me, so I had to<br />a.reload the CD onto my computer that I wanted to put on the PSP<br />b.sync no more that TWO SONGS AT A TIME onto the thing<br />c.transfer the songs through 3 different folders so they would show up<br />d.disconnect my PSP about every four songs otherwise it wouldn't sync anymore songs.<br /></p><p>and I managed to do this with about 4 CD's before I had to do homework and go grocery shopping with my mom. I'll continue to do this since I have a long weekend this week-although Friday is busy- I have some drill thing that I volunteered for in the morning, and then another basketball game.<br /><br />I'm pretty sure that my tired brain has destroyed whatever I was going to talk about next, so lets stop here. The post is probably long enough anyways.<br /><br />And a happy New Year...<br />-Helcar :D</p>Slackerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444400081932170166noreply@blogger.com4