Shoryuken

I haven't posted in a looonnnggg time. So let's summarize:
-2 nights ago I beat my dad at foosball. I became the foosball champion
-My anger against birds increased.
-Did some marching stuff for a Santa parade. Santa was right behind us, so kids were either yelling at Santa or asking their moms if they could go home.
-Re designed the blog (if you didn't already notice). Please post feedback. PLEASE!!!
-And today. That's what I'm gunna talk about.

I woke up at 5-6-7, some time between that, and noticed my brother leaving to go surfing. Meh, it's a saturday, and no one should up that early. So, I went back to sleep.
Then I woke up, and watched my brother play Zelda. Then ate a cinnamon role. It was covered in icing, and not the retarded one. The retarded one happened to be the super crispy one that has barely any cinnamon on it, and too much icing.

Then other crap happened, and the time skipped to 1:00. It was time to help transition stuff and play bass for a song at church. Yaaaayyy. We got some Jamba Juice, and practiced stuff. Then the real thing came at 7:00.

There were 3 different types of music. One was traditional choir stuff, with instrumental occumpiament (like the flute and clarinet). The other was bluegrass, and the last was normal rock.
The choir was normal, so was the rock. But the bluegrass was strange. Not only do I not like that type of music (no offense to anyone), but you CANNOT announce your mistakes. If you mess up, you don't laugh, start talking about who messed up (with the mic on), and then start over. While performing, you usually just carry on as normal, because no one would notice otherwise.

Nothing else really happened. And I realize that my brain barf stuff is way more interesting than reviewing my day. So let's go with that.

There's a selection when you shake an iPod to undo the typing. If I accidentally undid the typing, you probably wouldn't have a post right now. And I'd forget for the next day. So almost a week with the same monotone old post. Bleh.
Well considering that most people barely read my posts at all, and usually move on after 10 seconds on the site, I'm not worried. Nope, not at all. Now to make the site more appealing, so more people will stay.

If I were to have a dog, (assuming something fatal...happened to the one now) then it would be a small chubby dog that would fly when I kick it. Or one that looks so much like a wolf that people get scared. Buahaha!

I want an amp like the one in Back to the Future. Because then, I could fly! Silly scientists...haven't you figured this out? They haven't figured out that the blue part of the fire is cold either...because blue is the color of the ocean, which is cold.

Unfortunately, sarcasm doesn't travel well in text.