CHRISTMASSSSSSS
I LOVE CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSS
YAYYYYY.

I don’t know what it is about watching Survivor with my family makes me want to blog. Maybe it’s the fact that I want to kill each and everyone of them (family, not the people on survivor) and I need something to take my mind off my fury.

Today I spent my afternoon watching dozens of videos and commenting over a thousand times. As anti-social as that sounds it was a lot of fun because I wasn’t alone. I wish with a bunch of other people who lack a social life. But it was for charity so I can so I can check off my good dead of the year day.

SURVIVOR STOP DISTRACTING ME WITH YOU OBVIOUSLY STAGED EVENTS.

A few days ago my dad got this special kind of yogurt which taste better than what we usually get and he got five of them. I’ve had two and my sister has had two. Now there is one left (Oh the things trigonometry can teach you) and my sister thinks she should get it. Now not only is she fat and doesn’t need any more food, but don’t you think that the yogurt is rightfully mine? I mean, I’m vastly superior in every way so it should be mine. I mean, honestly, if you were dying and the one possession that you had was a DELICIOUS yogurt, you would definitely leave it to me over my little sister, right? Right. That’s what I thought.

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Ok so that was like a week ago. But since then the only interesting thing I have found is what follows. NSFW.

FF) CHRISTMAS IS IN THREE DAYSS AHHH.

WARNING: This is another blog that has no purpose but to keep me entertained for a little while.

Ah, welcome to the new and improved stress-free life of Ryan Leys. Well, except for the huge paper I have to write this weekend. But a lot of things ended this weekend and now it leaves me with one problem. Boredom. WHAT DO I DO NOW? I mean, I still have friends to hang out with but not every moment of my life I need to do something. God, I live such a hard life. Really, those kids in Ethiopia have no idea how good they have it. Always wondering if they’ll have food or clean water. Spoiled brats.

Oh let me talk about how big of a witch my history teacher is. Every two weeks or so she has us do something she calls a “Current Event.” And what you do in this current event is she gives you a region in the world and tells you to find a news article about that area and write a few paragraphs on this. I always do really well in this sections because I’m a genius. There’s really no other way to describe my success. But I guess I heard her incorrectly when she told us what out latest topic was. I thought she said South-West Asia, when in-fact she said South Asia. So I did my amazing paper on Iran, when I should have been doing it on India. Stupid India and their rapidly growing economy. Can’t they just deal with being poor? God, middle-class is an American thing, they need to get that through their thick skulls.

You know? Sometimes I think I should get an award for being the most politically correct person to ever walk this earth. Sainthood, here I come!

And for lack of content I leave you with a picture of my girlfriend and her sister.

I know, you don’t have to be jealous. They’re twins, you can have the second one

FF) Lady bugs only live for one year, so their spots do not represent their age.

The play is over! Thank God. The rehearsals were so painful to get through, but we ended up doing a lot better than I thought we were going to be. It was nice getting random people coming up to me telling me I did well. I should start charging for autographs. I need some way to pay for college. $50 bucks a pop. A little expensive, but still cheeper than hiring your mom for a night. I also apologize in advance for the scatter-brained blog because I have no idea where I’m going to go with this.

With the play out of my life the only some-what stressful thing, besides the normal day to day stuff, if the chorus concert. We still have a lot of places to work on before we are concert ready, and even when we are ready I know we won’t sound as good as last year. This is because a lot of things, but I can’t linger on what we sounded like last year, I need to focus on how I can help turn this chorus into something presentable.

I also got my bop-it back from my friend the other day. She borrowed it for months but I was finally able to get it back from her. Endless amounts of joy are back at the tips of my fingers!

For lack of ways to end this blog it’s just going to stop. I’m sorry this was pointless, but I hadn’t updated in a while.

FF) Swans keep a mate for life.

I know it’s small (That’s what she said) but it make me happy that I was able to put my through a full month of torture to get a little banner to show off to people. Wait… why did I do that again? It doesn’t matter, it’s December 1st and NaNoWriMo is done. I was able to finish 50,000 words while Hayley Hoover, an aspiring author, couldn’t.

Now that NaNoWriMo is over and I’m trying to forget about the pain I went through, I’m going to stop talking about it and change the subject. Remember how I told you that I learned the wrong part of my audition song, so they made me try to sight read it? Well, after all of that we finally got the results back. And I got in. Not only did I get in, but I also got 5th place. There must have been no competition this year. I honestly have no idea how that happened. I figured that if, on the off chance, I got in I would be in the late teens or even 20’s, but the top 5? That was not what I was expecting.

So that’s 2 good things, and because this blog can’t be too happy, I’m going to put in a bad thing.

This week is Tech Week. Now, in this blog you have heard me talk about how rehearsals are killing me not-so-slowly. This week has four hour rehearsals every day after school. Four hours. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this. Because I have a lead in this show it means I’m on stage often, which means I don’t have any down time to do my homework. So I have to stay up late finishing homework. I can’t wait until this week is over and I have no obligations.

I’ll leave off with one more good thing! I got my H1N1 vaccination and I can still walk forwards.

FF) Birth of gnomes is always twins

I can’t stand when you’re having a kick-ass dream, and then you wake up from it and realize that i just a dream. Yeah last night I had a dream that I was with the most beautiful, sexy, and hot [phone] and then I woke up and realized that I didn’t actually own the phone in my dream and that the phone doesn’t exactly exist yet. Maybe I should invent it. Ha ha, that would mean working to do something. Oh you and your ideas, Ryan.

So today is thanksgiving, unless you’re anywhere else but America, than it’s just Thursday. The rest of my family is out at some football game, but being the non-sports-enthused person that I am, I decided to stay home and work on my NaNoWriMo (43,000 words!). But I’m overly excited for dinner tonight. Thanksgiving is an excuse for people, like me, who enjoy eating to eat a lot without being judged.

I also have family in town which is horrible because I don’t have any privacy fun because I don’t get to see them very much. It also means that my dad was forced to buy food because he doesn’t want to let everyone else know that he starves his kids for enjoyment.

So looking around my office bedroom I think I need to clean it, but the lack of motivation that I have is almost funny. So I think I’ll just stare at it and hope for it to clean itself. That’s what I’m going to wish for at 11:11.

Most people who’s blogs I read are making their lists of what they’re thankful for today, but I’m going to make a list of what I’m not thankful for.

I’m not thankful that school starts at 7:30.
I’m not thankful that I don’t have a job.
I’m not thankful that my room is messy.
I’m not thankful that we’re having Thanksgiving at my house.
I’m not thankful that my play rehearsals are so painful.
I’m not thankful that I was told the wrong part of a song to audition with, thus, making me bomb my audition.
I’m not thankful that I still have to write 7,000 words in four days.
I’m not thankful that in order to finish those 7,000 words this blog will probably be used in my novel.

Is that enough teenage angst for you? Can I go back to being happy again? Gosh, I hate when my blog makes me be un-thankful.

The things I do for you bloglings.

FF) The largest pumpkin pie weighed 2,020 pounds? (Only a little less than your mom).