tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84482837899234664442011-04-21T13:05:48.336-07:00tee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885326346747843041noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448283789923466444.post-23938837599884753082009-02-08T02:53:00.000-08:002009-02-08T03:20:17.389-08:00Today was like most days, in the sense that i woke up and am alive.<br /><br />I thought that i would start this post by saying, if the blogger man does not delete my current post i am posting in the present (that is to say, well... now) I will continue to post at my hearts content, but if not... the world of blogging will have a peaceful yet recognizable part missing... that is the non being of me... (I will not blog anymore)<br />At the moment i have "I am Legend" playing in the background, it's at that really sad part where he is bidding fair the well to his current wife and child, and they go off in the helicopter and he waves and then WHAM! My mum and dad are watching it, and it's incredibly loud, so if i start drifting off into sleep, please forgive me!<br /><br />Will Smith is neat.<br /><br />I love movies set in New York, like "I am Legend," "Autumn in New York," "When Harry Met Sally," "The Day after Tomorrow," "Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back"<br /><br />On a new note, i just came back from traveling around the globe.<br />On my trip i visited the following airports:<br />Singapore<br />Athens<br />Vienna<br />Venice<br />Paris<br />Montreal<br />La Guardia<br />Chicago<br />Honolulu<br />Auckland<br />Melbourne<br /><br />These are the places i ventured out from the airports<br />Greece:<br />Athens<br />Meganissi<br />Italy:<br />Venice<br />Milan<br />Switzerland:<br />Lucern<br />France:<br />Paris<br />La Guardia:<br />New York<br />New Haven<br />Honolulu:<br />Waikiki<br />Melbourne:<br />East Doncaster...<br /><br />How amazing!<br /><br />For anyone that reads this, i will quote a movie for you "hello" - Nicholas Cage, in "Con Air"<br /><br />I have blabbed too much, fair the well, and by the looks of it, you might see me around maybe in the next 6 - 8 months?<br /><br />peace<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKWHKymj9_0/SY6_KHzW6FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wxx8OkdSCiQ/s1600-h/DSC01946.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CKWHKymj9_0/SY6_KHzW6FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wxx8OkdSCiQ/s200/DSC01946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300383992075708498" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8448283789923466444-2393883759988475308?l=tee186.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885326346747843041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8448283789923466444.post-86142245795943257422007-10-26T03:10:00.001-07:002007-10-26T03:24:41.766-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Hello.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">To start a new blog is to start a new blog.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, all i have to say is that om already sick of this seeing it just deleted the post i just wrote...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">you my friend will not get to me, I will restrain myself from letting you</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dear marty,</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">thanks for reading</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">from tess.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">to kick off my new blog im just going to copy and paste my fav memories from my old one that i had with hil..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">so here they are!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">wednesdays here again... and i have shoes </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">living life in a sea shell</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Wednesday evening... in a nut shell</strong> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">...my day was queer, i got up and was like, today sounds like a thursday and to my non suprise it was. i got to school and then went to music, we did some brazillian weird thing, miss arnie was all like "hey hey hey hey, im sorry!" and we were like, wtf?</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">it was all good and fun... although the following things joined us there...<br />tension, bree with a knife and a dog that i think was alan cauz he was so attached to us...<br />well the girls were on one rug and the guys on another.. TENSION (i think stubbsy was a bit annoyed with someone aswell)<br />eric brang BREE WITH A KNIFE<br />and there was a DOG<br />and thats wat i call fun hahaha</span></strong></div><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well thats all, im watching "the hours" its a very disturbing/dramatic/weird movie like those movies you see at arty cinemas... what have the yanks done to the word "dramatic"<br />only time will tell<br />go fuck yourself san diego</span></strong></p><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">hello?thats odd... if u think about it, why when someone rings u, u pick up and they ask u a question that doesnt make sense... "hello?" if someone picked up... doesnt that meen that theyr already there, wouldnt you say, "hey" isnt it more polite??? yeah thats what i thought... neway i just had symphonic band and mr motts all happy caus he's getting engaged, which is a great thing!!! now there will be little mr.motts running around! hazah!... neway, moving on, mr.mott had to leave early to go to some gig that selected people from snr stage were at and made us do sectionals.... there are two things i gained from this section no.1 Danielle Bree or whatever her name is... is the most dam party pooper ever, i told cal that i couldnt come to sectional tomorrow because i have solo with inter stage, and shes like "no you dont" and im like PARDON im sorry??? I DONT well fuck fuck fuck, im dumb arnt i! i was all like "actually i do, so why dont u shutup!" and shes like, your not going and im like "I'll go wherever i want to go, if u wanna go me about it then bring it on!!!!" and shes like "your not going" and the cal THE GREAT, came and saved the day, hes like "well gambiers coming up so shes going to inter" and danielle was defeated.no.2 Cal has very chiseled features.i get home and practice my solo, and then decide that theres no point caus im stuck in this stage where i cant improve it... so i leave my sax in dylans room so i dont annoy dad whilst playing, dylan goes into the room, forgets to turn the light on and kicks my sax... luckily i am getting it surviced on thursday.... so today wasnt eventfull... and tomorrow henrik is "legal"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HENAZ!!!!!!!!!!yes, he is turning 18, so what?later.<br />there was also some yoddeling</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Justice in the metric system<br />10 reasons why aslan will come to your house kill u... and your broom.... all 10 are:</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Because there is no justice in the metric system,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">and because u and your broom are both measured in metres meens that u both are non justified starters</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">enders</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">benders</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">wankers</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">makers</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">brakers</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">bakers.... </span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">BREAD</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">and thats that story have a good one</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">ok so i just (in a rather loose sense of the word) watched lizzie mguire and it was the epsiode where ethan dances for like 5 whole minutes ahhh pure bliss.</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">aiit i gotta go</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">peace homies</span></div><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8448283789923466444-8614224579594325742?l=tee186.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>tee.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06885326346747843041noreply@blogger.com2