2010 what a year!

well the end of 2010 draws near. and what has everybody done? not too much. a lot of people have died though...  awesome people too like:

• dennis hopper
• gary coleman (what you talk'n bout willis? - diff'rent strokes)
• paul grey (bassist from slipknot)
• ronnie james dio (rainbow's face melter)
• solomone burke ( the king of soul)
• tom bosley ( happy days)
• leslie nielsen ( airplane!, naked gun, creepshow)
• corey haim (the lost boys)
• james macarthur ( "danno" from hawaii five-o)
• kevin macarthy (invasion of the body snatchers)
• zelda rubenstein (creppy voiced lady from the poltergeist)

holy crap! thats a lot of people. and there's still more of 'em. i didnt recognize them though so i didnt put them on. new year, new deaths. enjoy the holidays.

who.

it seems pretty natural to me that i would be a who. i love christmas, howvere not for the presents, they are great though, but because of how much of my family i see. im usually a very social person while visiting family, however, i dont get to see all of them during the year, and christmas is the time to chill with family.

however... if there is something dissapointing about christmas, its the akward aunts or turnips. i've mentioned this edible "thing"- if you will - before in my thanksgiving post, but i believe that a second helping of loathing may be required. its discusting, pasty and discusting. it takes something like 3 hours to beat it to a pulp before it can be boiled for 6 hours. im not picky at all, i will eat the weirdest foods, but in my opinion, if something takes that long to cook, it clearly doesnt want to be eaten. otherwise christmas is a real hootful of yowzas and i enjoy it very much so.

my life is average.

the blog site that i have chosen is an aaverage one. precisely that too, it is called my life is average.
it is chock full of humerous (and often doubtful) stories of sweet victory or epic failure. why do i like it? because i enjoy learning of many people's humerous life journeys or crazy mishaps. but thats just me, so check it out for yourself.
http://mylifeisaverage.com/

RIP leslie neilsen.

Oh, leslie, the great frank dresbin in the naked gun series, as well as the creepy richard vickers in creepshow,even the quirkey dr.Rumack in airplane! has died this sunday of pneumonia, in a fort lauderdale hospital at the perky age of 84.  yes how sad it is to see a fallen canadian comerad. It ruined my day to know that such a fine individual has fallen ill and passed on, i'd of thought that the fact of his doctor being his nephew that he would have been taken better care of. I'm sure that there's no family turmoil over that cousin, I'm definately sure that they'll not blame him for the death of a public icon/ rich uncle of his...
anyways as you read this i suggest you take off your hats and hire a twelve gun salute for this national hero. may he party in heaven with keith moon, micheal jackson and sharon tate.

anywhere in the world.

if i could travel anywhere in the world, in a split second with the main intention of spending a weekend there, i would probably visit cuba.
i spent a week in cuba and it was great! our resort wasn't a huge fancy one but it was small enough that the people there could actually get to know you. i enjoyed everything about it (excepth the communism); the 20 cent smokes, free legal alchohol (im not much of a drinker but the legal age there is 16 so i was game at the time)
i would probably even stay at the same resort ; club amigo mayanabo. the frinedliest little place in santa  lucia, cuba. Infact I would probably- once again- enjoy free legal alchohol and 20 cent packs of smokes, aswell as the beaches, weather, and the 9:00 shows every night. cuba was great and it was definately the best vacation of my life (so far) i hope one day i will get the chance to revisit the area and enjoy everything there is to enjoy there.

pet peeves...

pet peeves, the wonderful speedbump in an otherwise great day. mine may be common, i f#*%^@# hate lines. lines are the most annoying things to have to deal with. i can be patient and if it is a fast moving line, then so be it. however what really grinds my gears are lines in fast food chain resteraunts like Mc donalds, burger king and most importantly KFC. i cannot count how many times i've been waiting in line for some delectable kentucky fried, when the people in front of me chose that the best time to decide what they want is when they arrive at the till. it always seems that i get the new guy who apparently has never been to a kentucky fried CHICKEN, in his life, "You wanna know what to get? well, theyve got chicken, and you know what else they got? FRIGGIN CHICKEN! MAKE AN ORDER OR GET OUT OF THE FLIPPIN' LINE!!!"

another problem is when your at the gorocerie store simply trying to get a measly box of k.d or something like that and you get stuck behind the old lady who's purchased 600 different items and has a coupon for all of them, "somewhere..." she always says with a chuckle as she searches through her duffelbag of a purse. ORGANIZE YOUR BLOODY COUPONS BEFOREHAND OR GET OUT OF THE FLIPPIN LINE!!!

Even in mcdonalds, the place of purveyence to negotiate on the price of some greasy commestales. the happiest place in the world, for fat people. every time i go to mcdonalds i already know what i want, thats why i go to mcdonalds, "quarter pounder with cheese and large fries, large coke to drink." however most people do not and i have to bear with their undecided swaying, finger twiddling, random sounds of "not knowing what to get" mcdonalds has been around since the '50's, theyve had the same quality meals since then and they are very well advertised, IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT, YOUR OBVIOUSLY NOT HUNGRY ENOUGH! GET OUT OF THE FLIPPIN' LINE!!!!!

well that felt better to get that load off my chest. phew...

reminiscing on childhood memories.

oh, childhood, the innocent, perfect, fun filled life that we all grow out of to become grumpy, old tired adults. my childhood was a real hootful of yowzas, and if i could relive it, even for one day, im sure i'd relive one of the days when i was a wee little gaffer, no older than five. i remember how awesome it was to go to school at that age, i actually enjoyed it, at least i didnt have to hang out with my babysitter who didnt speak english very well (she was actually a nice person and i saw her recently on a trip to toronto, she remembered me!)
and i got to hang out with my best friend clancy, who my dad thought was imaginary.
i would probably start off the day with a deliious breakfast of dinosoar egg oatmeal (because this is way before i got sick of any type of oatmeal) then go to school, and thrill everybody with my knowledge of the future; cellular devices with magical cameras, internet without a cord, televisios as thin as a small book, oh the list goes on of my knowledge of 2010 in 1998. then i suppose after school i would walk home and act like im sixteen, just to scare my mom and older sister, and i would tell people all about the crazy world of 11 years from now, just to mess with people's heads when the stuff actually happens.  also i would go to a church and shut down their idea of judgement day in the year 2000. then, shortly after, retire to my home and hang out with friends until bedtime at 9:00 i think that would be one hell of a fun day to be 5

post secret...

okay then. post secret. post a secret.... well..... hmmmm... a secret. im secretly an elf in disquise? no too unrealistic. im a firefighter, no im missing one thing... a mustache. i do drugs... wait!!! 5th amendment!
what to do... what to say.  i just biked to school today from wellesley, suck it trebek!

thursday!! or should i say, soon to be turkey day!!

yeah! turkey day ! can't wait. so much delectable food, all at the cost of visiting the family that you usually try to avoid during most of the year ( this being the family members that bring unedible "food" if you will.)
indeed, the family members that will bring turnips, the root food, and honestly turnips are discusting, i bet that when god finished making the turnip, he looked at it and thought to himself, "no... this isn't right... i know! ill bury it in the ground and nobody will find it!" and then my aunt jone dug it up and brought it over for supper. ugh! well enough ranting about turnips beacause i want to hear about what others are doing for their thanksgiving weekend. post! share your stories of insane uncles, aunts, nephews, etc.
what am i doing? the one or two people who will actually read this may wonder, i'm going to my cottage to enjoy the weekend with my family.

blogs

to blog.why do people blog? is it for amusement? answers? friendship? why? i honestly dont understand the meaning of "THE BLOG"  scary stuff there. what so we do? ask stuff?