Week 16

Sorry no blog for this, I ran out of time. The End!

Snow creation

Hay it is winter and my oh my take a look outside. There is snow everywhere. Time to grab the gloves, shovels and buckets because it's fort building season. Probably the coolest thing I built out of snow was a cave. About three years ago a bad snow storm hit. During the storm wind kept blowing snow up against the garage. After ten hours there was a 9 foot drift on the side of the garage. You could climb the drift to the roof of the building. This was going to be a cave. I started digging small crawling tunnels through the drift. There was an entrance and from that it branched off in four different tunnels. At the end of these tunnels I made small rooms where you could sit up in. But the caverns didn't last long because we have Dachshunds, and those little poop heads like tunnels so they kept going in to the caves. After three days I when back in to the caverns and saw that they where peeping on the walls and from that, tunnel four and three caved in. You might say I was pissed. Ha ha I make myself laugh  

the trap door

So awhile ago when I was leaving school and before walking out the door, I watched Mr. Zulz take the cover of the heater by the art room. But the heater wasn't there, instead was a small wooden door with a master lock, clamped on the side of it. I stood there and watched Zulz unlock the tiny door and then he climbed inside and was gone. Then ponytail Dave waked up the stairs, put the cover (for the heater) back on and said you saw nothing kid and walked way. Puzzled by this, the next day when no one was around I went over to the heater took the cover off and the small door wasn't there just an old metal heater. I thought to myself this can not be right because just yesterday there was a door behind this cover. So I put the cover back on and went on my way. About three days later I witnessed Dave taking apart the cover and ripping out the heater. Then proceeding to board over the wall. This was to weird to see so I left. And that is that.

The Parade of Trump

If I wanted to see a parade, I would see a Parade of Trump. I could so see him making a day dedicated to himself. It would be a nationwide event, a day about Trump. Just image the parade floats that he would have made for the event. There would be a float in honor of his gold digger wife and his snot nose children. After that float has passed the proceeding float would be actors dressed as construction worker slowly building a wall in between two signs one labeled USA and the other Mexico. Then there would be a bunch of idiots with signs still saying "Trump sucks. Life is a struggle." Just like all of those Hillary supporters in California. Just imagine that day. There would probably still be cry rooms in colleges for the emotional wrecks and brats. Doesn't that sound nice?  

Thorns and Roses

Well since you asked my week went by very nicely. First off Monday was great because I got to go to school so I can get a education. Tuesday was also great because it was election day, So the rose would be that a lot of people voted and the thorn would be that people complain a lot when something is not in their favor. By the end of the week so many people were mad because of the election but why? Yes some people do not like Trump and some people do but why would a person anger other people over the subject. Trump in some peoples eyes might look like a racist wife beating sack of crap but why would those same people go out and make rude hateful comments, trash other peoples things and act like a small child. How does that make you a better person than Trump himself. Now I could see people saying stuff like "I do not agree with some of Trumps ideas and believe we should change that, for the good of America" and that is ok to say. But if you are going around saying "Trump sucks the world is coming to an end." That makes you look like a snotty brat that didn't get his or her way. With that being said I think it is time for some people to put on there big boy pants and grow up. Seriously some people just need to cheer up, life isn't that bad. Your not in a third world country getting beat up every day for your believes and your not living in a box under the highway nearing death do to starvation. So lighten up put a smile on your face and be thankful for what you have.

The mind of someone else

If I could see into the mind of someone else I would have a hard time deciding who. I would probably pick someone who has a disability. Just to see how they see the world and how they function in it. Just imagine the mind of a person unable to see. Their surrounding might be different in their minds compared to people with sight. When you go and get a glass of water you really don't think about it to much but in the mind of a blind person it is more than getting a glass of water. It starts at finding the cupboard, feeling around all of the smooth cups and plates, then carefully grabbing a glass. Next walking to the sink, one step at a time. Once there, slowly feeling around for the nob of the faucet. After that, placing the cup under the flowing water until the water touches your fingers. Now you have a glass of water. Getting a glass of water in your mind might be easy but for a person with a disability it becomes more of a challenge. I think some people forget how nice they have it because I sure did. Today I tried to get a glass of water with my eye closed and it did not work out so well. 

Sorry if I offended anyone this blog wasn't trying to make fun of people, it was just to show how all sorts of people view the world and how some people have it easier than others. So you should be thankful for what you have.

    

If I were a ghost

If I were a ghost, I would be the type of ghost that would be a complete troll. My task would be to have a new mansion every week. Each week I would find a big beautiful home and drive out the residents living there. First I would try the slamming doors, moving things around and braking stuff. If they don't leave I would try the death messages on the walls and moving the people around the house. If my pesky tenants are not out after that craziness. I would have to start screaming and laughing and do all of the haunting stuff. Like opening portals, turning the children into little demons, making the furniture come to life and attack everyone. And If this doesn't make them leave and they start doing crazy rituals with voodoo dolls. I will just burn down the house and go find another house to live in for the week. I think I would be a very nice ghost. Ha not!  

the magical Genie

Hay Timothy your stupid box from E-bay is here. OK Mom I will go get it off the porch. As I grabbed the box off the porch I examined the poor packaging and and badly placed label that had the bar code on it and some dumb rules about shipping the package back. I took the box and set it down on the table and opened it up. Inside was the item I bought. It was a brass lamp with a beautiful orient design of a tear drop. As I lifted it out of the box a grumpy old fart appeared there standing on my table. Oh my gosh a genie. The genie turned around and said who the heck are you, are my grandson. I looked at him and said no? Then the genie stuck his finger in his nose and flicked a booger at me. Then said "wasn't that magical." He then turned around farted and was gone. I stood there just puzzled and went to the living room to watch TV.  

home

What is Home. Well I can tell you that a Home is a lot of things. It holds a key to the beginning of life that starts at the warm inviting welcome mate. A home also puts the lock on life when it ends. A home can start as a rough, weathered, scratched and beaten shack but turn into the mansion of dreams. A Home shows you light and darkness throughout life and brings happiness and sadness to all rooms of your world. A Home can be a resting place for your tired eyes. A Home can be the finest five star restaurant in all of Paris. A Home can be the hot spot in entertainment for laughter and fun. It will show you the peaks of life and the down hill falls in life. Your house is a rollercoaster of out right craziness but at the end of the ride your home will have shown you more than you have ever imaged beyond you your wildness dreams. Life by itself is boring but Home is what makes it interesting.    

Waldo

So you see this guy in dumb puzzle books and try to find his lost self but struggle so hard to find the little weirdo and you usually just give up but when you finally do find the little punk that is really it. The puzzle books do not tell about Waldo and why he is always in a crowd of people but today you are going to find out the dirty truth of Waldo, the dark side of Waldo. Waldo appears to be a normal person with some out of date clothes but the real truth is he likes to kidnap children. If you look at the pictures in these puzzle books.  There is always a family that is in great shock like there kid has went missing or something and when you do find Waldo he is always surrounded by kids. This guy is a true creep. He likes stealing children, and he is usually also next to a building where he probably keeps all the little people. So now you know when you see Waldo call 911 and lets put this pedophile behind bars.

horror high school

Imagine Chucky going to High School. That would probably be the most funniest thing ever. He would be trying to get to class to class but can't make it on time because all of the stairs. He would get to those stairs and be like "Dane it stairs, well this is going to take all day!" The high School live would be very hard for him. Like when the lunch bell rings and everyone is running through the hallway no one would see little poor Chucky and he would get kicked, stepped on and probably smashed. Then when computer class comes around, the little doll would struggle so hard on typing due to his fingers being molded in only one shape. This kid should just drop out because high School just wouldn't be his cup of tea.

punk teachers

These teachers, let me tell you. First off let's start with Mr. Fahs. When Fahs was in his youth he was probably a punk. I bet he was the type of kid who tried so hard and then failed. He always wanted attention and took every chance he could to tell a bad joke or try to make fun of someone. His philosophy was let someone else do all the hard work and then take credit for it. Now the next teacher who was a punk was Ms. Hudson. When Hudson was in here young years she liked to secretly insult people by using social media and other new ways of communication. The type of person to act nice and cheerful but when your back is turned the greasy, hateful and just not nice words fly around the world telling every person about you. Ms. Hudson's philosophy was talk little but complain a lot.      

zombie march

oh my gosh zombies what? If there were a zombie apocalypse I would so freak out.  And after I was done screaming like a little girl I would ask Hudson for help because it seems like she is some how related to those things. But if she can help me I would just feed her to zombies because that sound ethical. Then I would build some kind of hide out. It would have the latest technology like, CD Rom, walk men and of coarse I would have not for gotten dial up internet because that is like the best thing ever! In this hide out I will create, it will be under ground about fifty feet and have a huge door on the outside that locks like ten times. Then I would build some kind of machine that grinds up zombies that get close to my door.    

book of Timothy

If I found a book about my life I would probably not read it. Because if I didn't write it who did? I think if I even picked it up I would be cursed with some crazy witchcraft thing. That would freak me out. But seriously who would write a book about me? Because I know I wouldn't write a book about me. That book would get boring so quick. It would probably be something like this. My name is uh Timothy uh favorite color is uh red uh I like applesauce uh The end. If I found out who wrote my book it would probably be some stoker or creep from some website that I accidentally clicked on. Or an identity thief stole my well you know and decided to write a book about.

Teenagers

Do you know what annoying! When old farts say to me you better be careful when using dangerous power tools! They can hurt you! Are you following all the rules and regulations of those tools? Can you even pick up that heavy machine? And sometimes I just want to say can you use common sense, of coarse I read the manual. I probably know more about the machine than you do! Also most power tools accidents come from old people. Because usually there the ones that don't use the safety guards and protectors on there tools. But they still have the nerve to say I think your to young to be using those big machines. The thing that really makes me mad is when they say you don't know how to run those tools because you didn't have to work for those tools. Well they can shut up because every tool in my shop I have worked for. Every dollar and every penny has went toward saving up to buy my own tools.

i need more vacation

You know what! This school year has started to Gosh Dane yearly and I hate it. I was just starting to enjoy my summer when Mr. Zulz calls and says sign up for school, its great to be a wildcat. Well you know what its great to have an actual summer break that doesn't end. So poo on your dumb logo. I was having a nice vacation in Maui. Surfing the waves, parasailing up in the clouds, and snorkeling in deep blue sea. But no I got to come home to go to this lovely place. How freaking exciting.

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