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Happy flippin' birthday to Brandon and Alicia!!

You guys are so nice to me and you never make me feel like the odd one out. I'm also guaranteed to laugh whenever you guys are there. I hope you guys had an awesome birthday :)

Sorry Alex

I do still love you, even though I forgot that I promised I would write something for you on your birthday.

So let's go back to Friday night, April 24.

First, you have to understand Alex Lybbert. He just turned 22, and is living proof that just because your getting old doesn't mean you can't still have an awesome inner child. I mean, who else could pull of being a Pirate/Jedi/Ninja/Elder and still be totally awesome!

For a long time, Alex was the only person in my family that would talk to me about boy problems. He was the only one that would say, "Hey, get in the car. We're goin' for a drive, and you get to choose what we listen to."

He's one of the only people that understands what I'm going through right now. It's totally awesome for me to be able to know that I can go through what I've been going through and then still end up as cool as my older brother.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX!!!

and you're welcome for the mushy blog :)

p.s. The thing in Alex's left hand is a ninja star, and the thing in his right hand is a light saber (however you spell that)

My hero

Okay I get it.

You're right, I'm wrong.
You're smart, I'm dumb.
You're big, I'm little.

I guess there really is nothing I can do about it.

Quoth the spider, "nevermore"

I don't know what it is about me, spiders, and holidays but apparently there's some kind of connection.

When I try to take Christmas decorations down from a shelf, the Christmas spider is waiting up there, and when my hand pops into it's view it tries to eat me!

This morning, I was blow drying my hair and on the floor I see the Easter spider! So I ran upstairs, moaning and keeping my hands by my side just in case there are more Easter spiders. My mom jumped to the conclusion that my eye drops hurt my eyes, so she laughed in relief when I only asked her to kill a spider for me.

I don't like holidays anymore.

My Poem

I haven't written a blong in a while and I wrote a poem on how horrible I am when it comes to poetry for my english packet, and I thought it was kind of funny, so here it is for your entertainment.

I'm sitting her with many thoughts running through my mind
but there's not a single brilliants rhyme that I can find.
I always thought that maybe I was some sort of poet,
now with pen to paper, I'm failing and I certainly know it.
My thoughts always seem pretty in my head
but as I'm attempting to write them down, all the pretty words have fled.
When I was young the subject of my writing was never important,
they were only silly poems, and never arrant.
It was simple to find things in harmony with toys,
but now all my thoughts just sound like white noise.
I guess writing poetry is never where I belonged,
and writing this catastrophe would make all good poets feel wronged.
These poets can bring feelings from deep down inside of someone like stone,
but I would only make my audience want to go home.
Never have I made anyone think about all of my entangled words,
and I'm sure that better poetry could be written by nerds.
I hope that reading this doesn't make your eyes cringe,
come to think of it, you should cover them with your hair fringe.
I'm sure that now you've realized that brilliant thoughts, I have none.
Now my stupid poem is surely done.