I have a mohawk right now. It's uncool.

There has been a period in my life where I have not been writing anything. This period is known as "last month." I wasn't in newspaper (like I ever wrote anything for that class anyway) and I wasn't updating this bloggish nonsense. However, now that it's summah '010 :) and the livin's easy, blog posts will come quite regularly now. And I would really appreciate it if nobody made jokes about the last 4-5 words of that last sentence.

This post will serve as a reboot as I try to get back into the mood to write again. And considering that I've written and deleted stuff about 15 times in the last 10 minutes, I think I really need some help. Maybe instead of writing, D(onkey) K(ong) and I will work on making our page look a bit more flashy. Any suggestions are welcome, but doubtful to exist.

I'm still very, very dead from my Open House and others, and the fact that it still doesn't feel like summer doesn't help me out at all. Seriously though, does anybody else feel this way? I keep having to remind myself that there's no school tomorrow. weirddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.

But anyway, as I sit here, trying to come up with a good way to wrap this up, I'm thinking of my warm bed and how wonderful it would feel to lie in it and dream about being a rock star who's dating Hayley Williams. And as I'm thinking of that, I have decided that I'd rather do that than think of a professional way to close out this very professional website. So, goodnight, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite.

Ooooh, speaking of bedbugs, I saw this really gross show on Animal Planet about bedbugs (I still hate you for not changing the channel, Connor Martin). At one point, a scientist said the following: "Bedbugs have a super weird way of having sex." How scientific!

Peace out, playas.

My Senior Farewell

When I remembered that I had to write this farewell the day after it was supposed to be turned in, I thought to myself: “How on earth am I going to display all the emotions I had during my high school career in one piece of writing?” Then I decided to not do that and to do something else instead.

Sappiness always wins. Especially fake sappiness.

I’m going to miss every single person at this school. Literally. I loved everybody with a burning passion, even those dumb kids that stood in the middle of the hallway during every passing period.

Side note: I played this fun little game that I like to call “run into as many people as possible” when I met these people. You get 50 points per person you hit, and 100 if you knock them over. You should try it, underclassmen.

I’m sure you’ll all miss me too – I mean, I was basically the most popular kid to ever go to this school. Unfortunately, I never won the honor of being a ROCKS boy, but I can find some way to live with that eventually.

I’m going to have a lot of trouble letting go of high school. I’m probably going to be one of those kids that walks around my college campus, wearing my letter jackets and telling anyone who will listen about that time when I led my team to victory against our rival in the big game.

That’s how much I love you guys.

In all seriousness though, high school was interesting. It had its ups, it had its downs, it had its side-to-sides. But through it all, we learned one thing in particular – if graduation is before your final exams are done, somebody is to blame.

But I guess we can deal with that abomination. I mean, we did see a lot of awesome things during our time here in high school.

We saw the election of the first president with the middle name of “Hussein” (I say the middle name only because it’s important).

We saw the beginning of the greatest singer to ever walk the planet, Justin Bieber.

Also, we saw many other not-as-important things.

We had our share of downs as well – Sarah Palin, the Black Eyed Peas, and swine flu to name a few. But no matter what, we always had each other. Except in the case of swine flu – we didn’t have each other at all times, because some people were at home due to their sickness. But for the most part, we had each other.

As I come to the end of this hastily written paper, I’m beginning to realize a few things.

First, I am going to miss high school, and I’m going to miss some of you a lot, but I am very ready for college.

Secondly, I really am going to walk on to IU’s basketball team. It’ll be legendary. You just wait.

Thirdly, I’m the most sarcastic person to ever walk on the planet.

Also, Wikipedia really does have factual information. Teachers should allow the use of Wikipedia for your bibliographies on research papers and whatnot.

With that, I will end this masterpiece. To all my teachers that I learned something from: thank you. To all my friends: thank you for being a friend. To those of you that I will become friends with in the future: we’re going to have a lot of fun together.

Good bye high school, and hello world.

Dallas Braden is just Perfect

The Dallas Braden vs. Alex Rodriguez feud is pretty well-known to those who watch SportsCenter as much as I do. For those of you who don't know, I'll tell you right now.

Gay-Rod, or Small-Rod, whichever you prefer, was running from first to third on a foul ball or something like that. On his way back to first base, he ran across the pitcher's mound, which Braden was still standing on. Braden flipped out on him at the time and after the game. A-Rod had violated one of the unwritten baseball rules.

Gay-Rod made some remarks after that game: "He just told me to get off his mound. That was a little surprising. I've never quite heard that - especially from a guy that has a handful of wins in his career."

Basically, Rodriguez's point was that since he was better than Braden, and that Braden wasn't a proven player, that he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to the lesser player. Even though he had wronged Braden, he felt that since Braden hadn't really done anything, he wasn't allowed to tell him off.

But that all changed today. Dallas Braden just threw a perfect game, something only 18 other people have done in the long history of Major League Baseball. For those non-sports junkies out there, a perfect game is when a pitcher does not allow a single batter to reach base in a given game. So, it's really, really impressive.

Now that Braden has thrown a perfect game, which in my opinion, is better than any single thing A-Rod has ever done has a player; does that mean that he'll admit he was wrong?

I really doubt it. A-Rod's had a history of dickishness. (In other news, "dickishness" is a great word.) In a game a few years back, there was a pop fly hit in the infield and he was running the bases. As he passed the fielder that had lined the ball up and was preparing to catch it, he yelled "Got it!" which caused the fielder to move away from the ball, which led to the ball falling to the ground, uncaught.

So clearly, the "unwritten rules of baseball" don't apply to A-Rod.

Also, the written rules of baseball don't apply to A-Rod. Like, steroid use. Which he did, and nobody really seemed to care. And, during the 2004 ALCS Game 6, when he thought it would be a grand idea to smack the ball out of Bronson Arroyo's glove, while Arroyo was on the Red Sox. He was caught, called out, and the Yankees completed the worst collapse in the history of sports.

That was awesome too.

My point is that A-Rod, along with many other big-name athletes, is an ass, and karma strikes him constantly. And every time it does, I laugh a winner's laugh. Hopefully, after Dallas Braden's dominance of the best team in baseball, the Yankees will have to disband the franchise or something.

Karma is good for other reasons, too. Dallas Braden's mother died of cancer, so it's fitting that something this good can happen to a guy who has suffered something that bad.

So congratulations to Dallas Braden. You deserve it. And for A-Rod? Well, he can suck it.

This is love.

I feel really bad for not doing this sooner, and I have no excuses for you guys. I wish I could say I was busy, but I really wasn't. I haven't posted in like two weeks and I've got literally nothing I want to write about, so we'll see how this goes.

I had a pretty good day today. Track practice was easy, I'm listening to RATM right now (if you don't know what that means, get away from this blog), and it's J-Weezy's birthday. So give him birthday luvin'.One thing that did kinda ruin my day was Oak Hill running out of chicken patties. But hey, you win some and lose some, right? I had 2 bags of Fritos, a bag of Doritos and a bag of Cheetos for lunch today, and they still bitch at the kids for being fat. Something to think about.

Anyway, it's Joshua Linton's birthday, so I decided I'd spice things up a bit. Since I'm a poor ghetto kid, since I completely forgot it was his birthday until 4th period today, and because I love exposing myself to the general public, I've decided to grace you guys with a surprise at the end of this post. DO NOT SCROLL DOWN and sneak a peek. It's a dish best served last(?), just like dessert. Just think of it as a cyber birthday cake or something. I don't know.

It's also Abbie's birthday, so happy birthday Abbie (even though I'm positive you've never even heard of this blog). Also Colby. Happy birthday man. But seriously, quit trying to bomb shit. It's getting quite old.

I know this was short and boring but the real excitement is about to happen I guess. So here you go. Happy birthday J-Weezy. I love you.



Yes, I wrote that all by myself. Backwards. I love you man. Happyballzbirthday.ballz




Now Playing: Rage Against the Machine - Rage Against the Machine

-DK-

A Rambling, Incoherent Response.

I literally cannot think of anything important to write about. I haven't posted in three days or something, and it's been killing me every day. I think school is just completely wiping my creativity out, and it doesn't help that I'm going to spend 69 hours in a giant gym, taking a stupid AP Test for a class that is taught be an IDIOT! (not really, it's my dad. Although it's not really a joke. He's been spending the last 2 hours screaming original song lyrics at me. I may kill him. And for any future employers reading this, I'm not actually going to kill him; I'm just saying that to show how annoying his life is).

Anyway, time to get serious-ish. The only important thing happening to me this week (other than my birthday) is what will possibly be the last running competition I ever take part in while in high school.

It's surreal. I feel like I've just started running, even though I've been running for the last 7! years. It's ridiculous to even think about, that in two days, I'll never run high school cross-country/track again. And it makes me sad. :(

At least I get to run with the guys over the summer. But it still sucks.

At least I have a few things to look forward to:

1. Hopefully, American Idiot: The Musical going on tour and me seeing it.

2. Green Day: Rock Band being released (June 8!!!!!)

3. Aaaaaand college.

So life will get better. And hopefully my blog posts will too.

She's beautiful. He is too. And yes, I'm straight. And yes, this post is over. I really wish David hadn't posted that really serious (and heartbreaking) post last time, because then I could go back to HILARIOUS ones. Soon, my following. Soon. For now, goodbye.