Don’t you just abhor critical people that have to point out every imperfection you make? A perfect example for that would be a classmate called Nicholas Bs. Sometimes I wonder why he is so irascible when people say something he doesn’t agree with and goes on a tirade. Are those people like that because someone who evoked profound feelings in them has left and now their sorrow is impelling them to criticize people? Or maybe it is because he feels like a sage when he points out an error. If he continues this way he will most likely become a recluse because people who point out every error are not considered affable. After reading this he will most likely write an interminable argument about why he criticizes people claiming that they make it too easy for him. So I hope after this I have enlightened some people.

Confession Tuesday

1. I am yet again wasting ideas for another two months.

2. When I was nine i quit twaekwondo, if I would've continued I would be red belt by now (the one before black belt on twaekwondo).
3. When I get money I can never make up my mind on how to spend it...
4. I ordered skull candy headphones.
5. I loath cats, they are just not as loving as dogs.
6. In all sports I am a good defence, but not always as good offensively.
7. I have a group with a friend named BD which stands for Big Disaster.
8. I go to sleep at 11:00 pm through 1:00 am and have to wake up at 5:30 am. I still don't know how i manage to do it.

Memoir Monday

When I was asked to read and comment on at least three people’s blogs I felt really pissed. I though it was going to be very boring, but when I read blogs of people I considered recluses I was surprised to realize that by their writing they might actually be affable people (on other cases it just corroborated that those persons were recluses). I had never talked to these people, but after reading their blogs I started talking to them and seeing they where not that bad. From this I was able to realize that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.

Puberty Is a Torment...Or Not

Her guile led me
To believe that
Babies where dropped
Off by the stork.

Like a Billy Mays commercial
I almost bought it…almost.

But stopped cold
When “the talk” comes.
Now possesor of power
To create new life,

But afraid to
Know more about it.
Now looking at the
Opposite sex differently.

Their voice now sounds
Sweet, seducing, superb.
You start building friendship,
Until you finally get some.

Letter

Diego Campos
Somewhereovertherainbow
Antartica 24450

September 8,2010

Dear mrs.Meadows

I will reveal top secret information to you right now, but you must promise not to tell anybody else. Hiding behind the small hill formed beside the road, the night hiding us in its darkness. Clad in black my accomplice and me where ready to wreck havoc (I won’t tell my acomplice’s name, it is imperative that I maintain him anonymous… but his name rhymes with matthew). We had agreed that anybody passing by would be spatered with and egg to the head; minutes where passing by fast and building up into hours, so my acomplice decided to modify our plan to throwing the egg to the house in front of us.
I didn’t have the guts to do it, but my acomplice did and without even thinking about it he threw the egg at the house. I stood still, and then realized what happened and ran down hill and to Antartica as fast as hell.

Confession Tuesday

1. I don’t know why I’m doing this list…I’m wasting ideas for about 1 month and a half.
2. Last year I didn’t join any sport team because my grades weren’t as good as I expected them to be, and it worked. I now have DECENT grades.
3. When a teacher doesn’t come to class we have a party (teacher name kept anonymous)
4. In a certain class we like to arm wrestle (name of teacher kept anonymous yet again) but I have very strong classmates, so I mostly lose…not to Matthew, Pablo, Evert, or Sergio though. 
5. I’m really good at ping pong so when I play against an inexperienced person I smash it right on their faces for fun, once I hit Matthew in the eye…poor Matthew)
6. Once when I had some friends over we threw eggs to random people and almost got caught, but it was hilarious.

It was recess time once again on fourth grade, in which we recurrently played soccer, but one day spontaneously Sean brought an American Football, so we decided to play. At that time I was the tallest in my class (Nicholas wasn’t on my class of course) so I had an advantage and annihilated the opposing team, with my reccuring catches. I enjoyed the game very much, and football became the favorite sport for us. I became better at it and now master various sports in this way.