T-o-T

I’ve always loved dressing up for Halloween and all the candy you get from trick-or-treating, but this year I found out something new I kinda like – and I say that in a shameful sort of way – being the big kid that “scares” the little kids.

This year I dressed up as Godzilla and I scared three kids when I walked by them. One was dressed as Batman – huh, he should have his batwings stripped from his 2-year old self. And that 3-year old “Jedi” has Yoda saying, “chicken you are.”

Anyway, that was the only day I’ve had where I’ve been intimidating so while I’m not going to make it a habit, I will relish it just a tad bit. bwaahhhaahaah

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Sept/Oct in….er….on the bag

Yep, my folks are still at it – drawing on my lunch bags each day. Wonder how long they will keep it up? I hope until I get out of high school 🙂

What has 2 claws and ready for Halloween?

This guy! Need I say more?

Long hair don’t care, but I do

So it’s been a little over 2 months since my last haircut and I had a good shag going so I was due for a trim, but I kept putting it off every time my parents wanted to take me. They were fine with me growing it out if that’s what I wanted, but then one day….much to my grannie’s chagrin….I took a pair of scissors to my own hair. Not the whole “doo”, just an annoying 3 inch section right up front in the middle. Evidently, I did a good job because daddy and mommy spent so much time looking at it and even made a quick appointment for a professional stylist to see it as soon as possible. She asked if she could finish the rest – I let her because even Michelangelo had assistants help with the Sistine Chapel.

And yes, my parents tried to get a pic, but a pic just wouldn’t do my masterpiece justice so I didn’t let them.

Alive at Friday Live

One of the best things about my school is our Friday Lives. If asked, I will totally act as if they’re “okay”, but all you have to do is watch me during the dancing part to see how I really feel. I used to be a bit more reserved, but now I am getting more into the dancing part – as long as it’s not “What Does the Fox Say” or “Gangam Style” or any more annoying ones that make my dad sing and dance like crazy.

Check me out – I’m the one in the green shirt in the middle of the frame.

The Man-Date

Not a mandate as in order, but as in a bro date with my homie Andrew. We got together and hung out the other weekend. We played at my house, went to Jump Street (not 21 or 22), hit the driving range, and then topped it off by eating at Campisi’s (my fav). The day was perfect for us, but my Grannie and dad were exhausted – it must be no fun getting old like them. I mean they were ready to rest when Andrew had to leave and me, I was just bored. Oh well, I guess we’ll need to do it all over again.

5 Things

One of our first assignments at school was to put 5 items that help identify us as being who we are in a brown lunch bag. My first thought was that I could not possibly be defined by only 5 items that would fit in a lunch bag – I am soooo much more than that, but I played by the rules and complied.

Item 1: Iron Golem action figure from Minecraft – this is my obsession right now. I’m all about Minecraft. My folks thought they would get a few more years out of me before I became fixated on video games, but they need to realize the times they are a changin’ and us kids are growing up faster (and have more expensive taste).

Item 2: Paintbrush because I love to paint and want to be an artist when I get older. I know I need to learn the various techniques out there and find my own personal style, but for now it is a way I can be creative and not feel inhibited.

Item 3: Golf ball because right now this is my favorite sport and one I am pretty good at for just starting out. It’s also great quality time for me and my dad.

Item 4: Picture of me and Phoebe who was the best and sweetest cat ever. She’s in heaven now, but I dream about her from time to time so I know she is trying to say hello to me.

Item 5: Picture of my favorite meal – Campisi’s pizza with double Candian Bacon. To me, there is nothing better.

While I would need a bigger bag to give the full picture of who I am, these should help give a little insight.

Never Forget

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A nice true story about the Survivor Tree…..“You can see in my trunk where I go light from dark, where my limbs were reborn, where I grew brand-new bark. My blossoms remind us how strong we all are. I’m a living reminder how we rose from the dark. With the power of hope, there’s just one way to sum it: There’s nothing so bad that we can’t overcome it.” ‪#‎SurvivorTree‬