Challenge Accepted..

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I've started a blog war.. with a girl named Bianca Brown (feel honored Miss Brown.. only the elite make it into my blog) and she was saying how my posts have no point so i told her to give me a topic and I'd wright on that. The topic she gave me was a turtle climbing a telephone pole.. so here it is, told in the form of a story.

So there was turtle, and his name was Sheldon. Now Sheldon had been an under achieving turtle his entire life (he's 2 years old). His parents were always saying he should be more like his brother, Terrance (yes I named the turtle Terrance), who was top in class and everything (I know turtles don't go to school but it's a story okay? Bare with me), he was the best sportsman the school had seen in over 5 years and held the record for the 100m sprint (31 minutes and 2 seconds). Sheldon was none of these things. He was bottom of the class in every subject, didn't do sport at all and definitely didn't run. He was told every day though to be more like Terrance, which (on paper) seemed impossible.

Now, although Terrance was the best at almost everything, there was one achievement he had not completed and this haunted him constantly.
It was said that the 'Chosen One', the turtle who would go down in history and be remembered forever, would be the turtle who climbed 'The Pole' (it was a 10 meter high telephone pole) (yes I know turtles don't climb but that was the poor topic I was given). Terrance longed for the title of  'Chosen One' but try as he might he just couldn't climb the pole.. This gave Sheldon an idea, he was finally going to put all the "Why can't you be more like your brother?" chirps to bed for good. He had formulated a plan and that night, while all the turtles in Rapid City were asleep, he quietly walked to 'The Pole' and started climbing. He climbed up 1 meter, then fell.. He got up again though and climbed up 1 and a half meters.. then fell again. At this point he was exhausted so he fetched a liter of petrol and set the pole alight! (That's an example of anti-climax, and I bet none of you predicted that ending)

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Nothing to Blog About

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Today is Saturday, and I'm at my cousins house with him and his girlfriend. They're quite cool.. and they asked me to post something on my blog (this is turning out to be more difficult than I had originally thought it would be.. the space bar on my cousins keyboard doesn't work). Since I had absolutely nothing to blog about, I thought I'd just blog about that (also pretty difficult..)

So while typing this out (a long and tedious process) my cousin suggested I say something about the word 'blog'.. It's quite a weird word phonetically.. like a mixture of bog and log (not a great combination) these words should be stirring your mind to an activity often referred to as 'dropping the kids off at the pool' (that statement comes directly from the mouth of Brandon Townsend) or if you're referring to a 'pre-blog', prairie dogging. It could also describe the noise a stone makes when it hits the water, but it has to be a big stone! If you wanted to use the word blog in the world of food, it would be a dish best served cold with potatoes.. but it would be something like haggis is to the Scotts, except obviously it would come from Croatia (me and Adam Ball are taking over that country pretty soon..) and have a humus-y texture. It would also smell like mothballs and egg salad.

I guess we can be pretty thankful that the word blog actually only means some writing on the internet.
I I now have to leave my cousins house before I get left here for the rest of the winter and starve..

Cheers.   

Friday..

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The last post I did was on Mondays and it was posted the day after Monday. I thought it would be cool to do a post on Fridays the day before Friday.. (it might have been Georgia Webber's idea.. but I'm claiming it)

So, Fridays. Generally the best day of the week for most people, and once again (unlike the rest of the world) tomorrow won't be so great for me. I have to be at school until like 7.. yay.. Any other Friday is without a doubt amazing though! See on Fridays we have thing called SBClive, and on this specific Friday we've got an open mic night! I rate its gonna pretty cool.. I heard Denver Ballentyne is gonna sing for us and I'm thinking about telling a story.. so you should really be there!! It's gonna be insane!

Other than that happening I disagree with Friday being the most loved day.. we still have to go to school and work for the day.. Saturday is where its at! See Saturday can be whatever you want it to be. Society has confused today's people into thinking that Fridays are better because its the beginning of the weekend.. which is weird coz as i mentioned before, we still have to work and stuff.. but I do agree with the fact that Fridays are very welcomed days.

Heres another picture:










Notice the distinct difference between this one and the one I posted about Monday..

Mondays..

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So yesterday (which was Monday) I was told I hadn't blogged in a while. I then realised this was true. So I was thinking about things to blog about.. The perfect murder came to mind, but i thought that might cause some problems with government officials and stuff.. and psychologists.. So instead I'm gonna blog about Mondays.

Mondays are generally rather depressing, which is why the world hates them.. Including the person who invented them (he is now the worlds most hated man, second only to Bryce Lawrence.. Rugby fans will understand). Anyway on this particular Monday I actually didn't have such a bad day.. which was really really weird. Normally I'm like dead on a Monday.. yesterday was really chilled though. Emma Sandison, (sorry if I spelled your name wrong), like the rest of the world, had a bad Monday.. and asked me to blog about them.. I think I've covered that pretty well.

So here's another picture..