Daniel i.e. the Coolest Baby Ever.

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Disneyland or bust.

i am singing at the top of my lungs  (not a pleasant sound)  and i still can't hear myself over "oh holy night."  i just don't know how to react to this.

oh my heck. she just turned on her christmas playlist. time for me to invest in some earmuffs.

me and adri are roomies now! she officially lives inside my very house.  in fact and more specifically her door is exactly right next to mine.  which is great! except one thing.  her laptop is louder than mine.  so she always wins the music war.  no matter how loud i play my music her's is always louder.  which is most unfortunate because she listens to country.  i don't know how many more renditions i can take of "red solo cup."  also, at this current moment, both of our doors are wide open.  my eardrums are going to explode and i can still hear rednecks singing about drinking beer in lawn chairs.  i am trying to close my door with my mind.  it's not working out so well.       i really don't hate country music as much as i am making it sound.  i have a new appreciation for how many different ways there are to say beer.

So hello friends. Friend chicken and fried chicken are exactly the same, except one is just missing an n. so.delusional.right.now. #ihateitwhenpeoplehaveentireconversationswiththishashtagmumbojumboandyouhavetosittherefortwentyminutestryingtofigureoutwhattheyaresayingandninetyeightpointtwopercentofthetimeitisentirelypointless
if you really sat there and read that whole thing we are really good friends. i need more sleep. Adios muchachos.

Whoever says that they cannot listen to the same song over and over and over again for every living day they spend in existence has clearly never seen this video. 

I know you guys already know all about these people but I mostly just don't want to go to youtube every time i want to watch this. 

:)

summer.

That completely dreadful moment when you are eating a lovely chicken dinner and you start identifying all the muscles you are eating.  and you think, "i have to get out of this anatomy class."

President's Day.

Hello friends of the blog world. I realize there are approximately two of you.  I just wanted to say how much I appreciate the Presidents of the United States from the past and the future.  (Notice I left out present.)  Because of you qualified, (or not so qualified) people over the age of 35 who get special books in the library of Congress, I do not have to go to school tomorrow.  Which means I am free to procrastinate my homework a little more.  Woohoo! Go Mitt 2012. Someday I am going to be the President. and then the whole world would be happy.  And by happy I mean utter chaos.  But everyone would eat good food all the time and no one would be required to eat steamed broccoli.  Which is basically the same thing as happiness.  Also there would be no homework on the weekends and middle school students would be allowed to carry backpacks.  the art of essay writing would be done away with and you would be able to eat as much ice cream as you wanted without getting fat.  everyone would be required to watch ellen everydayy and watch miss bybee dance her heart out and laugh.  there would be world peace. harry potter marathons would be a requirement, and everyone would have to frollick everywhere they would go. the end.

i just really like pie and pizza and ice cream and arbys and mcdonalds and mini tacos and chocolate milk.

courage doesnt always roar. sometimes, courage is the little voice at the end of the day saying, "i will try again tomorrow."
-Mary Anne Radmacher

essays are stupid and im hungry.

i dont know whether to laugh or just be confused.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qygukf6WNo&feature=player_embedded

sleep blogging.

i just ate a frozen sandwhich because i am so impatient. i want a cheeseburger.  i had a pulledpork samdwhich today and it was gooood. i found a lady who is obsessed with baton twirling on pintrest. thats a pretty good find, id say. i am weaing super comfy socks right now.  well, one comfy sock. my bed just ate the other one.  i just remembered that i have dnance tomorrow and i am sad beyond all hope.  whenever i am sad i stop being sad and start being awesome. i wish i could spin reallyy fast.

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uncrustables take 30 minutes to unthaw.
i just realized i said unthaw.
i think i meant thaw.
cause to unthaw would be the same thing as freeze.
that makes sense, right?
its like happy unbelated birthday.
its just your regular birthday.
oh thats a good one. im gonna use it sometime.
uncrustables aren't really uncrusted, but they are still better than regular pb&j sandwhiches.
probably because you dont have to work for them.
but waiting thirty minutes for the jelly to become jelly instead of a frozen mass of tastlestness is almost just as bad as making a dang sandwhich.
i am so hungry. my mom needs to give me dinner.

party.

Parents out of town. Say hello to a life of fruit roll ups and macoroni and cheese.

very mean evil voldemort.

this is a story i made up. any similair people in the world are meerly a coincidence.

once upon a time there was a very evil person named voldemort. no one spoke its name.  it liked to trap children in a school for twelve hours and made them wear ridiculous outfits and painted their faces green and put a poof the size of a planet on their head.  it made them do ridiculously things like pushups for doing nothing wrong.  it blamed the poor innocent children for its lack of a love life even though every knows it was d.o.a.  it reffered to the students as "children of the corn".  it often screamed profanities at children and made them feel like losers.  it got hit in the head with a frying pan many times.  that was the legend anyway.  no one else could explain why it was so ridiculously crazy.  voldemort also liked to dance. it always got evicted from its residency.  it always talked about how cute it was and how good of a dancer it was.  it always called the previous mentioned children fat and dumdums and stupid. it got fired.
the end.