Looking Forward

I am completely looking forward to the summer. I mean who wouldn't look forward to an actual time of freedom. School sucks and even the teacher's know it. Everyone just wants to get out for the summer, run around and have some fun. Then return to this hell that some authoritative figures would prefer that we called school. Not that we actually have a choice. I'm graduating next year though, kind of sad, kind of happy. I suppose I shall miss it for some things, most likely though, I won't miss it very much at all.

Top 10 Candies

1. Lemonheads
Lemonheads are the best. It's like a mild version of the warhead. It's delicous sour outer texture is complemented by it's sweet center. Yum.

2. Warheads
Warheads are a close second. They are the more warrish version of the lemonheads. Also delicious it's a more ferocious version of the lemonhead.

3. Snicker
Need I say more?

4. Milky Way
Also delicious. It's a shame their are no peanuts in it.

5. Butterfinger
They are chocolately and peanut buttery and delicious.

6. Sour Patch
They are also sweet and sour and they are shaped like small children. Everyone wants to eat small children.

7. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
Reeses is wonderful. If you have a glass of milk they are even more dleicious and you could live off of them forever.

8. Baby Ruth
Lots of nuts and delicious caramel make this decadent treat one that is both filling and fufilling.

9. Payday
Peanuts and caramel. Somewhat like a Baby Ruth. This is why they are so close together.

10. Smarties
They make you smart.

Internal Conflict

I haven't really had too much internal conflict lately but I would have to say, the little that I did have, stemmed from the ACT. It kind of sucks to take the test and then have to wait for like 5 weeks until we get any results back from it so we can see how we did. I felt like I did really well on both of the tests but then again, I won't be able to figure it out until like 30 years from now. And by that time I will most likely have forgotten it and be making millions doing a job that I love.
Because I'm awesome.

The Perfect Woman

Most women differ in what they want in a guy. Each woman you ask would have a different answer of what would make the perfect guy for them. Guys, we really aren't that way. Sure there is a little variation but most of us are looking for the same things.
1. You cook. You better be able to cook, because we sure as hell can't.
2. You are very attractive. This should probably take the number one spot, but we really do enjoy our food.
3. You keep conversations short. No guy wants to hear about all the drama in your life. So cut the crap, talk about baseball or something.

Some guys are into the whole virtuous girls thing, honesty, respectability, kindness and all that shaz. Sure they help a little but I don't really think they are even near the level of those top 3 up there.

My Life the Movie

Well considering that I don't really watch too much TV or anything of that sort this may be quite a challenge for me. My life would basically consist of me getting rich probably "21-style" counting cards in Vegas. Cuz I'm really smart and stuff and like MIT esque. I would then continue to buyout Microsoft and keep all my money. Probably buying the best house that money can buy. My character would be played by Micheal Cera because he was definitely hilarious in Arrested Development and all subsequent appearances. Since I would be a lonely hermit owning Microsoft, I wouldn't need any other roles to be filled besides maybe a secretary who could be played by Milla Jovovich from the Resident Evil movies. She could probably serve as my girlfriend for a little bit also.

Change your Past

If there was one thing about my past that I could return to and change I would change my work habits in middle school. In middle school I was always lazy and waited until the last second to halfass my homework and projects. I still managed A's and B's all throughout but I think it really contributed to the formation of these current Procrastination habits I hold. If I would have had good work habits in middle school then I would still have great work habits and I would be an amazing student on my way to an amazing college which would send me on my way to an amazing job with my amazing wife where I would make an amazing amount of money that I could spend on amazing things and be amazingly happy.

Springtime Scents

Personally, I do know a good bit about spring. I mean seriously, look at my last name. It is SPRINGer. I'm not quite sure how that relates to the springtime scent, but I think I have a pretty good scent so chalk that up as a +1. Springtime scents usually bring a lot of nostalgia to me about my childhood. I remember playing in the backyard when we lived in town and that always contains some good memories. We helped our neighbor "mow" his yard by rolling around in all the grass cuttings. He always rewarded us with a root beer or some delicious sort of soda. It's not like I could handle the whole thing as such a small child though. I usually drank half and saved the other half for the next day.
Other scents will occasionally remind me of springtime when I could go out and ride my bike for the first time in forever. I did try to ride my bike in the snow once. but that is another story for another time...

OCD Me.

To be completely honest, I have never gone to the doctor to talk about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I have wondered for a long time if I may have a little of it. I feel sometimes like all my pencils need to be the same size, or that all my tools need to be in perfect condition before I use them. An example of this would be when I cook in Foods Class, I feel the urge to wash my hands after using every ingredient because I don't want to mess up the final product. Rather redundant, considering it's all getting combined anyways.
I am definitely not OCD about mess though. My room is a terrible mess and I'm one of the most disorganized people ever. I am just that awesome.

Detassling - Bane of My Existence

Out of all the jobs I have ever held, my most hated would have to be detassling. I only ever detassled for one year and it was the lowest paying generally worst job I have ever had the displeasure to hold.
As if the burning of ten thousands suns wasn't enough, pollen in the eyes, wet heavy clothes, cuts from the sharp corn leaves. Generally the job just makes you want to kill yourself.
If would have to hold this job for 50 years I doubt I would be alive. I wouldn't make enough to pay the bills and I would most likely be on some anti-suicide medication. My arms would be scarred and blistered from all the sunburn blisters and cuts from the corn. I would probably be chaffing everywhere due to the soaked clothes. No doubt I would also hate my crew boss, so I just may be in jail for murder by that time. Actually I'll probably own the detassling company of the world as I will call it. And it shall be all powerful. And rule over the land for many season.

Plastic Horse Rampage

When I was a child, my favorite toy was at my good grandmother's house. It was a plastic horse set on a metal frame with springs on it for an authentic galloping feel. We would play on it forever, pretending to be cowboys and Indians. With out guns. Or maybe we were out to save the whole population with a cure for AIDS. Who knows? We were awesome. When I say "we" I'm most likely referring to me, my brother, and Rudy Litwiller(cousin extraordinaire)

We had some good times, we could basically do whatever we wanted at my grandma's. That why grandparents are so awesome. And she cooked wonderful food like pizza burgers or delicious spaghetti. Enough to fuel us in our Indian chasing, Africa saving, adventures on the plastic horse.

Dear Child

I hope you aren't living the shadow of me. I can see how it would be rather hard to live up to the greatness of your father. But do not worry, with a lot of work, you have a very small chance of getting there. I can't guarantee that you will even reach that point if you work all your life.

If anything I hope you are adequate enough to care for me when I am old and decrepit. Not that I will ever actually reach that stage, but in the chance that I do. I would like you to be mediocre enough to provide some care for me. But if you even dare stick me in a nursing home, I WILL go Jackie-Chan on your little tush. Trust me, I don't care how old I am... I will get angry enough to beat you.

Moreover, have fun in your mediocrity.

Dreaming

I once had a dream about this one thing. It was pretty awesome and I never wanted to wake up from it. It was probably the coolest dream ever. But seriously, I never remember any of my dreams unless they were really bad and scary ones, and normally you want to wake up from them.

So let me sit here and try to recall one of my past dreams... that was a good dream. Well there was this one dream I had a while ago. A long while, probably when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I had watched the olllld Chronicles of Narnia movies(circa 1985) and the one that I watched had this Queen who wore emerald green robes.
In my dream, it was spring outside and the weather was beautiful, we were sitting on this magical park bench that just appeared in my yard. And we were *blush* holding hands. Everything was dandy and perfect, I'm not sure we were even talking just sitting there and being really cute and stuff. So I looked towards her direction and she leaned close to me. (If this was real life, at that time I would of probably got up and ran away) So she leaned in close and kissed me on the lips. I woke up right after she did that.

She has been in a few of my dreams since then. None of them I feel are very appropriate to be shared here on my blog.

How to Write a Blog With No Value

Seeing as Brigs is gone today. We are without a prompt for this blog. So basically, anything I say here, has no meaning and will not contribute in any such way to the world, this class, or anyone's feelings. Good then, I suppose I have a few options here. I could ramble on and on about how I have nothing to write about, which would be a lie. OR I could write about what a wonderful "no-electricity makes you have school off" day yesterday. Which was, in fact, not exciting at all and was basically worthless. But hey, no school, so I'm not going to really complain about it. Continuing on with what this post is really about. Nothing. So I suppose you could use this as an example if you are ever told to "free write" and you really don't want to do anything. It works out pretty well, considering the thousands of times I did it in English 1 journaling. Otherwise I would just end up writing about how much I hated school. Which I ended up writing a surprising amount about anyways. What other options do you really have though? I have no prompt, and a boring life that no one would like to hear about.

Fear Fearity Fear Fear

Everyone remembers one of their huge fears as a child. A big one of mine was that a fire was going to start in my house while I was sleeping and I would wake up and not be able to escape. Well, actually, that was just one of many. I was a horribly paranoid child. Others included a volcano popping up in my yard and just dominating my house, a robber coming in and killing all my family and then kidnapping me and feeding me ketchup and mustard(don't ask), or even me coming home from school one day to find out that my mother is actually a scary man with a mask on that has been posing as my mother for the last 6 years. Judging by that you would probably assume that my childhood just completely sucked. But it actually was pretty good, those were just the things that could keep me awake at night. It was hard enough to go to sleep already but when I've got all these fears it makes about 10x harder than it was in the first place. I would never think about these things during the day unless I was coming home from school on the bus, silently hoping that my mother wouldn't take off her mask and kill me.

Poetry

Poetry is a funny thing. To every person it can mean something different. Two people may read the same poem and yet each may get a totally different meaning out of it. Some people enjoy reading and writing poetry, other's despise it and claim it as the hardest thing they have ever done.
Poems themselves, usually tell a story that illustrates a certain emotion. Poems usually convey this feeling of emotion very strongly. This is why they are such effective tools for illustrating stories. That is their purpose, to illustrate the scene, and the author's feeling while they were there.