My Addiction to Doctor Who (D.W.) and My New Deal with Mommy


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. I plan for this post to be quite a long one and hey! I got my old typing speed back on pronto! Anyway, as usual, I shall present to you a song/video. Today I decided a video. It’s a video that has replayed in my head so many times it is unreal. You might have heard it and if so, you don’t have to exactly watch it. But I implore you to watch it either way. It is a good video! Funny as well. Here is the video “Skype Laughter Chain”. It is unique and once again funny. Enjoy!

This is probably the first post that I have used my Mom under the term I usually call her by “Mommy”. Honestly, I have no problem with using that name, especially in front of friends and grownups, but I have realized that I call my Mommy “Mom” in my posts. It just doesn’t make me feel me. It makes me feel American. I know it’s weird. It’s just how I feel. For now on, I shall refer to my “Mom” as Mommy and my “Dad” as Tati. Which are the usual terms I call my parents by. Even if I’m 14.

So down to the day. Well. Actually I’m not talking about this day specifically. I’m going to talk about what’s been happening recently that have been important. It is Summer break. Many goals for me. I want to raise $500. I don’t know how, but if there’s a will there’s a way as they say. I want to exercise more. I’ve been growing some fat over my worked out abs. I’m getting worried about my breathing since I get tired working around the house (which actually leads into the next thing I was about to talk about). Last two objectives I want to reach game-wise is to get Max-Prestige on Black Ops II, which is basically the highest level you can reach online. I’ve so far Prestiged twice out of 15 times. So I’m on a straight pace from here. And the last goal is that I get to round 50 on one of the Black Ops II Zombie maps. I hope it is Town. At least that’s the map I prefer and am best at. So those are my goals. Now to my next topic of discussion.

I have recently made a deal with Mommy. It all first started when she started saying at the first few days of Summer that I was not going to be playing as much as I would like to on the electronics. Unfortunately, I wasn’t expecting her to limit me on everything. She put a limit of 1 hour on the computer and 1 hour at the rest of the electronics. Imagine me, writing a long post on my blog. That would be approximately 30 minutes, according to how fast I am typing and whether or not I get distracted by another thought and decide to postpone my post. Which leaves me with 30 minutes left of watching Youtube or playing Minecraft. Though, I have faced a major problem with the computer. I cannot play Minecraft. There’s a glitch that has occurred on my computer that causes me to constantly lag out or get inevitably stuck into a cave and I’ll have to start allover the world. I don’t want to start allover the worlds because I’ve worked really hard on them, but it almost seems I have no choice. So I decided to leave Minecraft alone, which leaves me with 30 minutes of Youtube watching. I would normally be fine with that option, but now since there are so many Youtubers that I watch including “ImAnderZel” (Swedish Gamer), “TheSyndicateProject” (British Gamer), “PewDiePie” (Swedish Gamer), “Smosh” (You know them), “RayWilliamJohnson”, and more! Recently Syndicate has been posting 3o+ minute videos in just one video. How do you reckon I’ll watch the other videos? So, of course, with my hormonal teenage mind I had to go and complain. It became a tragedy in the first few days but then my Mommy came to an agreement saying that in order for me to play as much as I wanted to, I would have to work that much. Say for example, I wanted to play 2 hours on the PS3, then I would have to work for 2 hours on some chores. The idea seemed great, but my Dad warned me to not get ahead of myself and think this was an opportunity to get hours. Of course, though, my excitement caught on to me. The first few days I did all my chores successfully. Only problem was that I did not have an chores left to do. And the chores I did do were about 5-10 minutes each. It became difficult, but somehow I’m surviving now. And that’s how that happened.

Another thing I wanted to mention. I’ve gotten a huge crazy crave or addiction to watching Doctor Who. Not as in CRAZY CRAZY, but as in I love watching Doctor Who. Now I will actually refer to Doctor Who as D.W.; no, not D.W. from Arthur, but THE D.W.. So I’ve been watching it a lot recently with my sister (Patricia) and Mommy. It’s a really good series. I’m not much of a sci-fi fan, but I really enjoy it and the characters and imagination in the show is brilliant. Plus, the show is British. So it is just British people time-traveling. Oh, I’ve already said too much. For anyone considering to watch it, I suggest searching it on Netflix. They have the first 6-8 seasons I believe. It is still an ongoing series, but it is only available to watch in Great Britain right now and my parents do not have BBC to watch with, so yeah. Sorry. Anyway, all in all, the review is that it is a must watch series. You’ll get hooked and attached to the characters easily. Patricia already has a crush on the Doctor. Ooh. xD

Yesterday, I went to the pool and actually got time to relax and swim in the pool. At first I was hesitant to take off my shirt for one only reason. My nipples on my chest are huge. Now, when I say that, don’t think that I’m saying I have boobs. Boobs and nipples are completely different things. And turns out, the men’s nipples actually grow when the chest muscles are forming and since I had been exercising a lot on my chest muscles I guess they are forming. It is quite a disgusting look at first, but I believe I’ll blossom into great muscles. 🙂 So I got sunscreen on and reluctantly took off my shirt and jumped in the pool. It was cold and first and I shivered for a long while, but then I got used to it (for a few minutes). I decided to test my breath and see how long I could stay underwater by the simple test of swimming from the longest side of the pool on each end to the other end. It is a really hard task, but rewarding. I could do it at Mrs. Amy’s pool and Suzanna’s pool. This pool was a bit wide, but I wanted to see if I could still do it. I went and Anthony (who was with us) and my brother and sisters were doubting me. It was, indeed, a hard task. My lungs began to hurt and I could barely see the end. I thought I was never gonna get there. Afraid, I was about to give up and simple plop out of the water. But my courage and persistence was strong in me. I kept going and finally I saw the end. I made it and I was so happy. Finally. Something to prove that I still have it. Everyone cheered. I was out of breath. I got out of the cold water immediately so I could cool down.

Coincidentally, in the same pool, this family entered the pool. A fat boy with a very skinny girl who looked almost like Patricia’s age and an old lady. Not old, frail, and skinny. More like old and pompous. Fat, I should say. Weirdly enough the old lady gave Anthony a weird stare. I could not see her eyes behind her shades, but I could tell she was holding back a cruel, wicked face. She walked up to Anthony immediately when she entered the pool and said “We are not letting you play with any of our toys.” Then she walked away. Weird right? Eventually Anthony started to tell me the story behind everything and all it seemed to be was that Anthony had done nothing wrong except make them pay $16 for a boogie board that the fat boy broke. At first I was getting annoyed by it, but I decided to ignore it. Until, randomly, the old lady came up to Anthony when he was swimming and accused him of calling her mean and then started saying that he should think why she’s acting so mean. Now I was ticked off. She had no right to push him around like that. He couldn’t fend himself. He was a respectful man and did not mean any harm. When the lady passed by us and got all the attention around the pool my Mommy walked up to her and said, “If there are any problems, just come to me. He’s with me.” The lady responded saying that Anthony and her had their past. Just when she passed by us, Patricia was trying to hold me back from going up to her and putting her in her right place. Luckily, nothing bad happened and I kept my mouth shut. Reluctantly.

Later on, in the pool, a huge water pipe broke and water was pouring out of the water room. Shooting fountains of water out of the brick. Anthony and I were joking around and saying that the building was going to explode. Unfortunately and fortunately it did not. But oh well. You don’t see water leaks at pools everyday. Unless your life is pretty eventful. 😛

Last thing I could remember was that my Aunt was over during the weekend and we celebrated her friend Nadia’s birthday at the Buford Dam. It was a Dam good time. 🙂 And that seems to be all I could remember for the beginning week of summer. Cheerio!

Enjoy your Summer time (unless you don’t have Summer) wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

 

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I Nearly Get A Citation?! (Punishment)


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post. Of course, hello to the new people from allover the world. It always seems somebody from out of America is reading my blog or somebody IN America is reading it, so, hello! Hopefully you won’t have pedophile  tendencies for a 13 year old like me. Hehe. xD Anyway, here’s the video of the day! Enjoy!

It’s not really a song, well, it is, but it’s a parody rap sort of from ERB. I love them so much! 😀

So let’s start about the day! I slept graciously throughout the night up until my Mom woke me up and I had to get ready for school. When all my things and clothes were set up, my sister, Patricia, my Mom, and I waited for the bus. Usually the bus arrived at 8:40 AM, but this time it decided to be a little late and come around 8:50 AM. My Mom and I were a bit worried we missed the bus and that my Mom might have to drive us to school again, but luckily the bus arrived on time and when I went to my bus stop I talked with Erick and we both agreed that we thought we missed the bus. When finally we got on the bus, nothing exciting really occurred at that point. There WAS a lot of commotion and I seemed to be energized, but otherwise, not too much happened. I talked with Brian a lot and told Erick on the bus a fake story about how Brian and I sent an prank e-mail message to our Georgia Studies teacher. Of course it was a joke and not serious, but it was funny to think about happening.

I walked with Marquel to the “C” wing where finally Brian caught up with me and I picked myself an orange juice and a fruity tooties cup. It was all they had, at the moment, and plus I was really hungry. It seems like something good to eat, but trust me, the fruity tooties are stale. But on a worse note, when we began Georgia Studies class when homeroom was over we took a quiz. It was a 10 question quiz but technically, at the same time, a 9 question quiz because the 10th question was a question we did not go over and counted as a bonus point for those who wanted to try it out. Of course I did, because bonus points were always good, no matter what! When I finished I felt nervous. I was nervous for this one question and was hoping that I got a 100% on the quiz. That would have been really nice.

Language Arts was pretty interesting, actually. We had to a bellringer for class about a life-event diagram we did for classwork. Then we got our grades from the Poetry Quiz test and the Poem Homework test. Astonishingly, I got an 84% and a 100% on the homework. I was actually negatively astonished by the fact that I got an 84% because that was NOT acceptable in my family’s terms. 90% or above. What then finally reassured me was when the Language Arts teacher announced that I had the highest grade in the class. I guess that could count as an excuse for my Mom. Afterwards, for the last assignment in class, we did a classwork project involving a long piece of paper where we involve significant events that occurred in our lives from birth to our current age right now. I finished about 3/4 of the project within that allotted amount of time and then finished up the class.

Math was pretty easy too. The elimination method that we were learning in Math came pretty easy to mind, then, eventually, Andrew on my side, started talking about funny things which easily subsided me from focus. Luckily, then, it was only Notes we were taking in class and plus we got to go to lunch. I decided to sit with Andrew and his friend this time along with the ghetto/urban popular girls. I never really mentioned in my previous posts that when I sit with Andrew and his friend that I sit with those types of girls. I don’t really have a problem with any of those girls, it’s just that sometimes they annoy me. The lunch was nice otherwise. When the class got back from lunch our Math teacher announced that we were going to forget about the notes and forget about finishing it at this point and do our homework. This time, our Math teacher decided to take it up for today instead of having it wait for tomorrow. I wanted to prove to her that I could do this fast and easy, which was true, but lately I haven’t needed to do that. But I tried with my greatest effort. It became even more difficult because Shirlign, a girl I mentioned in my previous posts, turned to me and asked for help on her Math homework. It was easy explaining to her about what to do because all I needed to do was remind her, but she easily forgot. Somehow I managed to finish the whole homework while helping Shirlign with a few problems. Eventually, as well, Shirlign started telling us about this weird boy she had in her new “Health” connection and how he acted like a 5 year old in a fantasy world. Andrew and I laughed our butts off until they flew out the classroom. Lol.

Science, instead today, was crazy. We had a substitute teacher who immediately showed a lot of confidence in her work and whenever someone spoke in the class she gave them immediate citations. She announced all the work that we were supposed to do:

1. Do all vocabulary words on Chapter 8 (which consisted of 20 pages) including diagrams explaining the vocabulary words.

2. Answer reading check questions throughout the chapter (which ALSO consisted of 20 pages to study over)

3. Take a small review of the chapter.

All of this was to be done within the class time or else a referral or citation was going to be given to those who did not do their classwork. I could not believe this. All this work? When the substitute teacher–which she finally announced her name (Mrs. Dunkers)–asked if there were any questions, I answered back saying “I’m confused.”  She replied saying “With which part?” I replied, confused. “EVERYTHING!” Apparently I was somewhat rude to her and she decided to put me on the citation list. WTF? Like serious. I was answering your question. It was even more frustrating when people who were talking in the class time got about 3+ chance warnings and I got a citation off the bat. When I FINALLY finished the classwork and turned it in I asked if I could not have a citation on my list. She answered “Let’s see how you do when you leave.” At that point I decided not to do or say anything, except work. We had to do a major section review for the homework and I worked over 1 problem to only have the class bell rang. I’m guessing I don’t have a citation now.

Connections were barely any interesting. In P.E. we did not have to dress out in our Gym clothes, rather we went outside to the second story of the school building and went into the fitness lab to watch a fitness video. Drama wasn’t all that entertaining or exciting either. He just showed us a lot of information of kings and queens in during the time leading up to Shakespeare, which was the person we are going to initially study. Finally when class was over and I was to move to buses after the bus call, I went to the bus and went home. Unfortunately, I accidentally got seated with Erick and he happened to be mad, which resulted in a lot of him smacking my head and punching me. It did come to near point of bullying and abuse but it was all in simple fun and plus we smiled afterwards. Though he does need to know his limits and I have to eventually show to him that I’m not a wimp. Suggestions in the comments would be awesome. 🙂

The ride to home was not very eventful, honestly. Except that Bryan made a funny joke on the bus when defending me from Erick when he said that I was going to work at McDonalds my whole life. Bryan said: “This is you in the future: Plastic or Paper?”. The whole bus died laughing.

When I came home, I immediately when to Bryan’s house and started working the Science homework with him, then I came home. Then I did Bible time after I played the iPad and now I’m writing up to this point. Oh yeah, I don’t really mention this, but I am currently writing my book and today I finished chapter 2. So yeah, I’ll try to mention that. 🙂

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!