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My Weekend

Posted in personal on March 2, 2009 by s8330904

My weekend was alright i dident get to do a lot of things because i babysat on Saturday and that was alright i played the wii and lost until we played tenses and golf. The next day i worked at the gun club and it was COLD, i mean who would want to shoot. But only two groups went out and i did pretty good shooting the ducks and calling.

Two of my favorite songs

Posted in personal on February 19, 2009 by s8330904

All My Friends Are Dead
(Most My Friends Are Dead)

Where’re your friends?
Where’re your friends?
Where are your friends, man?
What? What? Where’re my friends?

All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
You got kicked in the head,
All my friends are dead.

All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
You got smacked in the head,
All my friends are dead.

I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.

Hey! [x3]

All my dreams were lies.
All my dreams were lies.
Nightmares in disguise
All my dreams were lies.

All my friends are dead.
All my friends are dead.
You got dragged outta bed,
Now they’re buried and they’re dead.

I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.

Hey! [x3]

Fuckin’ Eh!

I always knew that they would
end up like today.
They bought the bullet and they
paid with hand grenades.

Now they’re buried and they’re dead! [x3]

Dead!

High on the Crime

When your’e bored and you need a kick
When your’e hot and your fingers itch
Don’t wanna go to work again ever no more, boy
Every night when I’m on the prowl
My brain is burning then I want it all
Don’t ever want to pay for anything anymore, boy
Just grab it ’cause it’s yours and the empire’s dying
Just grab the stuff and hit the door
And you’ll be high on the crime, high on the crime Come on

so come on, come on
grab your booty and your’e on the run
come on, come on
get your buzz on, and the heat is on

All you guards that i got out past
Tell your boss he can invoice my ass
The speed slow me down but I’m still smartest in my class, boy
Whatever
When your mommy is to cold to buy your pills
And your daddy ain’t around to pay your bills
I’ve been hungry
But not enough to kill, boy
Just grab it ’cause it’s yours and the empire’s dying
Just grab the stuff and hit the door
And you’ll be high on the crime, high on the crime
Come on

So come on, come on
Grab your booty and your’e on the run
Come on, come on
Get your buzz on, and the heat is on
So come, on come on
Grab your booty and your’e on the run
Come on, come on
Quick you dirty rat shake your buns

What gets me angry

Posted in personal on December 18, 2008 by s8330904

What makes me angry well its california. Why because their trying to take are dairy from us. I mean come on you have all the celebrities and now you want are dairy, Were Wisconson the dairy state. Wisconson is a historical place and are dairy suff is part of it, to take that away would be taking are history away.

Day #3

Posted in personal on September 11, 2008 by s8330904

I diden’t trade anything today, but there is still time today.

Day #2

Posted in personal on September 10, 2008 by s8330904

I traded the pencil with the eraser cap for two pink and yellow high lighters.

Day #1

Posted in personal on September 9, 2008 by s8330904

At lunch I traded a spork for a pen. And then I traded the pen for a pencil with a eraser cap.

5 Ways To Tell You Are A Redneck

Posted in personal on September 8, 2008 by s8330904

1. you will have a confederate flag on your car or some where in your house.

2. you will be missing one or more of your teeth.

3. you will have some kind of dead animal stuffed or just dead in your in your house.

4. you will have a pick up truck or some beat up car.

5. you will be hard to under stand when you talk.