Prom

If you are a dude, you probably don't really look forward to prom. To us guys, it's just an overpriced, over-rated dance. If you ever heard the saying, "money doesn't grow on trees," then you would understand that most people have to work for their money.

Guys have to pay for a tux, the overpriced prom tickets, dinner, gas to get to and from where ever you plan on going, flowers, and not to mention the cost of making your date happy. Prom ranges between $200-400. I work 20 hours a week at a 7.50 per hour pay rate, which means that I will have to work for at least a full month, after taxes, to afford one night of obnoxious music and sour punch.

If you want a cheap way to make your date happy, without breaking the bank, rent a movie, make some popcorn, and cuddle. Boom.

Caught Red Handed

I got him.

He thought he could not push in his chair again.

I started walking away, completely aware of what he did.

I raged and yelled.

The class felt my anger.

My voice powerful enough to knock down a stone wall.

He put his head down.

He tried to ignore me,

but he felt my eyes piercing his underdeveloped skull.

I knew he would give up.

I summoned him.

He denied my accusation.

He knew he lied.

He was caught... red handed.

Do you believe that I am a happy person?

Dear friend,
I have consistently blogged of nothing but hate and dislike for many things, but I really am a pretty happy person. This past weekend, I signed my letter of intent to play for the Lawrence Tech University soccer team. I am beyond excited and can't wait to establish myself as a person/player/student in that college life. Unfortunately, I have to pretty much cut my senior summer in half due to early depart to the university to train. It will be my first summer as an adult and I promise I will fail to scratch a winning lotto ticket no matter how many times I attempt. I am looking forward to the future and looking forward to how the future will impact me in a positive way.

Stealing my Candy

Bro,

Why are you stealing my candy? I started off my peculiar morning with a shower, which consisted of nothing but freezing cold water, and then ended my school day with you stealing my candy.. Dude, it's MY candy, not yours! I went out of my way to go and pick up my daily delicious handful of candy from the exceptionally generous receptionist, as you planned your plot to steal it. I walked into class with an obnoxious smile on my face and offered one piece of candy (out of five pieces of candy) to you. I ate two right away and was left with two for myself ( I did the math for those who might not have a fully developed brain). After we shared an exhilarating moment together snapping a selfie... I look down to see that you stole one of my pieces of candy! Bro! WHY?

You owe me candy and a new car for my loss. BOOM!

Lazy People

Dear Lazy students,

I'm going to start this off by saying that I cannot stand certain lazy people in my classes. I understand that I am the king of being lazy so you might be wondering why I am contradicting myself in a way... but this is why. There is a difference between being a lazy student and being a lazy person. Being a lazy student means that you don't complete assignments on time or you show up late to class because you claim that you didn't hear the minute bell, or there are lazy people that sit in class and don't push in their chairs when they leave the room. I mean come on... Is it really that hard to push in a chair?! You can push your chair in with your hand, your arm, your waist, your foot, or your face.. I don't even care how you do it! I find myself constantly running in to chairs not pushed in and pushing those cheap budget cut chairs or falling over on my face. I don't know about you, but I kind of like my face and would rather not explain to people that I have to get stitches in my cheek because I fell over a chair that was purposely left out. Push in your chairs and we won't have a problem. Thanks

That High School Life

I don't know about you but I am liking high school right now. I love everything about high school that doesn't have to be done with effort or hard work. Things in life should just be handed to people who ask.. that would just be easier for everyone. But no, apparently that's not how it works. I have to not only get my lazy butt to class on time.. but I have to try and pay attention. No thanks man. I guess sometimes I can put a little effort into school, just enough to get my parents to think I'm not completely stupid. My parents and teachers have always said I'm "bright".. uhhh what does that even mean?! That I'm really white and need to go tanning? So pretty much all of the people in my life that are my "role models" think that I should join the famous clan of albinos.

First Blog

Dear friend,

I apologize for falling into the trap of blogging. I promise I didn't plan for my life to come to this. Blogging is a lot like using the restroom... you can try really hard to not go to the bathroom because you're too busy being a coach potato or getting a high score on flappy birds, but eventually you are going to have to do your bathroom business. Blogging is similar. I can go for a very long time without ever blogging, but eventually I'm going to go back and post a pointless blog that gets absolutely no views.. Blogging isn't a drug or an addiction, it's a relief.. just like taking a big poop.