A Nerdfighter. What are they? What do they do? IT'S A MYSTERY! I'm actually talking to one right now. Very interesting group of people. I'm a Nerdfighter, I'm proud of it!
Now what are they? Well, they're people who have heard of NerdFighteria from either a friend who watches or from you who watches BROTHERHOOD 2.0. I heard it from the latter. Nerdfighters are people who "fight against suck" and "fight for awesome." Which is totally awesome. I think it's a very creative idea because then you can express your INNER AWESOME! And talk to people and stuff. Except me being in 8th grade doesn't help that much, because you have so much homework, you can't even imagine. But you can always find time to squeeze in talking to all those nerds on NerdFighterdom. Nerdfigherdom? odd...
ALSO, my favorite channel youremakingmenervous also has a lot of nerd fighters on there as well! Which is totally awesome, because now I can stalk them all more...
>.>
<.<
Suspicious right?
IT'S A TRADEMARK DON'T JUDGE ME! hahaha, I'm a nerd. And no, I don't stalk people, I live out in the boondocks. Which is New Hampshire. Because New Hampshire is obviously boondocks? I don't even know what the boondocks are. I heard the word when I was in like, 5th grade, and then I heard it in some manga that I LOVE which is Fullmetal Alchemist. And I was like WHAT DOES THAT---
Wow I get distracted easily. ha. ha. ha. I'm funny.
ANYWAY I think to all those who don't read my blog, which is everyone, BECOME A NERD FIGHTER! BECAUSE WE ARE MADE OF AWESOME! And I have no idea how to get that badge on my blog >.<
I wish you all the best of days!
-Alex
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
MIDNIGHT
MIDNIGHT. Isn't it creepy? Especially when you're in the center of town the the bell goes RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING time twelve... Actually, bells go bong.... Y'know, I'm supposed to be doing homework..... But my parents are UNAWARE OF THAT FACT so I'll type random things about being up late at night.
I've always thought that staying up till five was messed up, until I tried it... It was a party, right after a dance, and me and my friend Matt had stayed up until five oclock in the morning, and it was very odd. When you stay up you have this feeling that you can't get rid of, and that's always why you stay up. Or the exact opposite, your mind is wandering too much. But when you stay up until FIVE IN THE MORNING it's kind of hard to think at all at that point, and process that it's actually tomorrow. My particular feeling was me dancing with some girl I had a crush on....
"Hey Matt, guess what?"
"What?"
"I danced with Nicole."
"Nice."
It went on for hours. He finally said:
"Hey Alex, guess what?"
"What?"
"I DANCED WITH YOUR FREAKING EX!!!!"
"um."
Yeah, he was kind of annoyed... but you get the point.. You stay up because there's always a feeling you can't really shake until you either figure it out, or it is figured out and you need to find out what to do with it... Or at least that's why I stay up. Never purposely... Unless I'm at a party. But yeah. And sometimes there's school the next day, and you don't get ANY SLEEP whatsoever, and your brain is wicked messed up because you're not even tired in school at all. Which brings me to the point of:
Why would anyone be so stupid as to stay up until five on a "school night?"
Well.... Up above.... And you're just stupid. which everyone is at times.
I just felt really pointless all of a sudden...
Let's talk about something ELSE! GIRLS! hehehehe..... I mean PEOPLE! Actually let's save that for another time, I have to go work on some HOMEWORK THAT I HATE BECAUSE I HATE HOMEWORK!
Wish you all a happy day!
-Alex
I've always thought that staying up till five was messed up, until I tried it... It was a party, right after a dance, and me and my friend Matt had stayed up until five oclock in the morning, and it was very odd. When you stay up you have this feeling that you can't get rid of, and that's always why you stay up. Or the exact opposite, your mind is wandering too much. But when you stay up until FIVE IN THE MORNING it's kind of hard to think at all at that point, and process that it's actually tomorrow. My particular feeling was me dancing with some girl I had a crush on....
"Hey Matt, guess what?"
"What?"
"I danced with Nicole."
"Nice."
It went on for hours. He finally said:
"Hey Alex, guess what?"
"What?"
"I DANCED WITH YOUR FREAKING EX!!!!"
"um."
Yeah, he was kind of annoyed... but you get the point.. You stay up because there's always a feeling you can't really shake until you either figure it out, or it is figured out and you need to find out what to do with it... Or at least that's why I stay up. Never purposely... Unless I'm at a party. But yeah. And sometimes there's school the next day, and you don't get ANY SLEEP whatsoever, and your brain is wicked messed up because you're not even tired in school at all. Which brings me to the point of:
Why would anyone be so stupid as to stay up until five on a "school night?"
Well.... Up above.... And you're just stupid. which everyone is at times.
I just felt really pointless all of a sudden...
Let's talk about something ELSE! GIRLS! hehehehe..... I mean PEOPLE! Actually let's save that for another time, I have to go work on some HOMEWORK THAT I HATE BECAUSE I HATE HOMEWORK!
Wish you all a happy day!
-Alex
Saturday, September 25, 2010
This is not about me.
HI! My name is ktmouse. Even though you know my real name..... Which is Alex WILL.I.AM (I hate him) Sandin. But I hate my name. So call me Ktmouse. Or Alex. I don't really care...
Stuffz about me!
I LURV making weird noises with my mouth.. Like saying yesh and lurv and DEWD TOWTALLY MAN! It somehow gives me a pleasure.... It's hard to describe. ANOTHER THING! Is that I hope that blogging will please me inner..... dude. Because he likes talking. A lot. To random people off the side of the road. I will literally walk up to a beggar, give him a scrap of bread, and then start talking to him about algebra. And he'll just stare back with a blank face.... Pretty much saying, "dude, get away from me... Are you even a dude?" It's the mixture of confusion and... some word I can't think of.
I have long hair! Like, longer than yours. I have no doubt that my hair is longer than yours. It is WAY too long, and it reminds me of some old lady offering me a little change purse at the dump the other day. I walked away awkwardly.... I have long hair because some cute little girl came up to me when I was in 4th grade and said "Do you donate your hair?" And I had no idea what she was talking about... Until I realized that one of my soon-to-be friend's brother had passed because of cancer. So I decided to donate my hair to cancer patients.
I like ranting. Well, you wouldn't really consider it ranting, until I was half-way through, in which you would want my disgusting girly voice to stop talking. And that would be half-way through. I also like.... saying "like." Unintentionally. I kinda hate it when people say like a lot, and I also hate hypocrites, so if you were smart you'd think I would hate myself... but I don't. WEIRD RIGHT?!?!?! No. Not weird.
I LOOOOOVE youtube's youremakingmenervous, because everyone is so funnyyyyyyyyyy! Especially Lois..
>.>
<.<
Don't tell anyoooone...
Suspicious, right?
Anyhoosle.
I feel that the Interwebz (haha, I'm a nerd right?) keeps me connected... And I have a lot of friends there. I mean here. >.< Whatever... But I also have this 18 year old friend who has ALL OF HER FRIENDS on the internet. Like, over in Egypt and Germany and Canada and Columbia and ME! New Hampshire. Because New Hampshire is awesome.
>.< DON'T DENY IT! >.<
I'm also short. I'm as short as maybe..... someone as short as I am. Which is way too short for someone who's 14.... Wait, I'm 14?! OH MAH GOSHPANTS! Yeah, I also have lots of energy at times. Like now. I used to be hyper every day, because y'know, I was a kid, but now I'm kinda relaxed and stuffz except when I'm EXCITED! Like I am now. Because I've discovered the secret of the BLOG in which NO ONE READS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY except me. But I feel like lots of people are reading this... Because it's on the internet. But really.... No one could care less on the internet what some weird short long haired dude has to say about his life. Like me. This would be incredibly boring if I were reading this and it was someone else's.
I think maybe I should stop typing... Because if I type any more than you'll fall on your keyboard drooling and asleep and then hit some random button that makes the whole world explode!!!!!! I'll tell you more about me without as much depth.... when I don't have homework. Which is never. But whatever.
THAT RHYMED!!!!!
"best wishes" (LOIS!!!!!!)
um. Yeah. Bye.
Stuffz about me!
I LURV making weird noises with my mouth.. Like saying yesh and lurv and DEWD TOWTALLY MAN! It somehow gives me a pleasure.... It's hard to describe. ANOTHER THING! Is that I hope that blogging will please me inner..... dude. Because he likes talking. A lot. To random people off the side of the road. I will literally walk up to a beggar, give him a scrap of bread, and then start talking to him about algebra. And he'll just stare back with a blank face.... Pretty much saying, "dude, get away from me... Are you even a dude?" It's the mixture of confusion and... some word I can't think of.
I have long hair! Like, longer than yours. I have no doubt that my hair is longer than yours. It is WAY too long, and it reminds me of some old lady offering me a little change purse at the dump the other day. I walked away awkwardly.... I have long hair because some cute little girl came up to me when I was in 4th grade and said "Do you donate your hair?" And I had no idea what she was talking about... Until I realized that one of my soon-to-be friend's brother had passed because of cancer. So I decided to donate my hair to cancer patients.
I like ranting. Well, you wouldn't really consider it ranting, until I was half-way through, in which you would want my disgusting girly voice to stop talking. And that would be half-way through. I also like.... saying "like." Unintentionally. I kinda hate it when people say like a lot, and I also hate hypocrites, so if you were smart you'd think I would hate myself... but I don't. WEIRD RIGHT?!?!?! No. Not weird.
I LOOOOOVE youtube's youremakingmenervous, because everyone is so funnyyyyyyyyyy! Especially Lois..
>.>
<.<
Don't tell anyoooone...
Suspicious, right?
Anyhoosle.
I feel that the Interwebz (haha, I'm a nerd right?) keeps me connected... And I have a lot of friends there. I mean here. >.< Whatever... But I also have this 18 year old friend who has ALL OF HER FRIENDS on the internet. Like, over in Egypt and Germany and Canada and Columbia and ME! New Hampshire. Because New Hampshire is awesome.
>.< DON'T DENY IT! >.<
I'm also short. I'm as short as maybe..... someone as short as I am. Which is way too short for someone who's 14.... Wait, I'm 14?! OH MAH GOSHPANTS! Yeah, I also have lots of energy at times. Like now. I used to be hyper every day, because y'know, I was a kid, but now I'm kinda relaxed and stuffz except when I'm EXCITED! Like I am now. Because I've discovered the secret of the BLOG in which NO ONE READS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY except me. But I feel like lots of people are reading this... Because it's on the internet. But really.... No one could care less on the internet what some weird short long haired dude has to say about his life. Like me. This would be incredibly boring if I were reading this and it was someone else's.
I think maybe I should stop typing... Because if I type any more than you'll fall on your keyboard drooling and asleep and then hit some random button that makes the whole world explode!!!!!! I'll tell you more about me without as much depth.... when I don't have homework. Which is never. But whatever.
THAT RHYMED!!!!!
"best wishes" (LOIS!!!!!!)
um. Yeah. Bye.
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