9teen can suck it!

Thats right queers, Its my birthday. You know what that means? Super awesome fun time. I've turned nineteen, and in lay-mans terms, I'm getting too old to be this immature. Who am I kidding? I'm gonna be this immature untill there is no other option. I could whine and bitch and moan all I want about how nothing good ever happens on my birthday, or how getting older means I have one less year to find love, or that the last year was a waste. But no. I will not be the one who hates himself so others can feel sorry for him and give him the false impression that people actually care about him. If anything I'm happy for this birthday. It means that I've been spitting in the face of the grim reaper for the last 19 years. Ha ha, take that you giant reaping ass hole.

Trying not to stray too far from the normal, there is a down side to this blog. My grandmother passed away on Friday. She will be missed. In loving memory of Alice Ruth Domel Holderrieth, a wonder grandmother, and friend. 11/10/24 to 11/13/09

-You will be missed

I am the best liar

I sent this to my algebra teacher in hopes of taking a test I skipped out on. Please look at it through his eyes.

Dear Mr. Ollis,
I don't know if you noticed, but I didn't attend class on the 28th. While I was in my geology class my stomach started to cramp and I noticed I was sweating quite a bit. I went to the restroom to wash my face, but when I stood up I got really dizzy. I decided it was in my best interest if I threw up (very bad idea). After I did the deed, I couldn't stop dry-heaving. I'm sorry, but I needed to leave the class and go home. I know that this is probably something you've heard before, I mean, really? On the test day? I was so disappointed. I made it home safely enough and tried to take some medicine, but to no avail. I ended up just going to sleep and missing work. I usually have a strong immune system so I should be ok within 5 days (hopefully). I feel awful that I missed the test, and I wouldn't be surprised if you don't want me to take it again. I mean, heck I could of just gotten over it and felt bad. Having said all that, please please pleeeease let me take the test. Any time will do. I will try to make it to any time you can spare. If you decide to contact me please send me an e-mail at tentay2@aol.com. I don't know how to check the school e-mail system.

For your consideration,
Taylor Pond

This is Taylor. I am the coolest mo-fo out there. (Rapping) My name is peaches and I'm the best. All the DJ's want to feel my breasts.

I like big butts and I can not lie. You otha brothas can't deny. And when a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung.

We were at the beach......ROCK LOBSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apple the avenger!

What I'm listening to:

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Hey everyone, how's life? I don't know if you've noticed, but today was Be Nice to Taylor day.
Do you know how many people observed be nice to Taylor day?
1 person. 1 person said, "happy Be Nice to Taylor Day," Taylor. Do you know who that person was? My F-ing philosophy teacher! He knows that you guys don't love me, that's why he's a philosophist...philosopher...Dr phil. So me and him are gonna run away and get married in Vegas. Oh, and Apple, if you're reading this you can be the best man (I know John just shit his pants in rage). I'm kidding. Theirs no way I could get my philosophy teacher, he's way to good for me. My algebra teacher on the other hand...Kinda looks like the alien from the movie Alien.
Anyways. I've got a little extra money lying around and I thought it might be a good idea to get a gym membership. Even if it's only for a few months it would still be fun. I don't really know though, If I do I might as well covert most of my hang out time to work out time, and I don't want that.

I'm trying to get Apple to take the kick boxing class at San Jac next year. I'm certain I can convince him, he's kinda into shit like that. Also, I think it would be pretty cool cause we would constantly get paired up, because we're practically the same person.

I'm giving blood tomorrow, or today, or yesterday. It really depends on when you're reading this. I don't have a lot to give but because I have a rare blood type its good when I do. I have to work the rest of the day after that. Lets hope I don't pass out. O- a blessing and a curse.



Oh, and Jessica, if you're reading this, nice to meet you. I'm Taylor. Hello.

Live each day well, and you will have an extraordinary life!
-Tealor Pawnd

The totally gay ass adventures of Kyle

We follow our hero Kyle as he walks through his school hallway.

Kyle looks up from his depression to the end of the hallway to see his hero Taylor, standing tall and proud.

Taylor was a strong man, with rippling muscles all over his tight and tone body. The thought of which made Kyle's mouth salivate. He had a ton of friends, and not a piece of shit metaphor, a literal ton and probably more. He also had hundreds of girlfriends. And money, don't forget about money. Yes, he had it all, but Kyle could see this god, this Adonis, this champion of champions needed something more. Kyle could see (because of his years of being a nerd) that Taylor's white blood cell count was low. And just as Kyle predicted, Taylor soon fell into illness.

Kyle researched day and night for a week, putting off most of his normal bathing habits to search for the cause. He soon learned that the source of Taylor's illness was his kidney was giving out under the sheer stress of his coolness. Kyle instantly rushed to Taylor's side to deliver the news that he could be saved. Kyle was met with a depressing realization when he arrived. Taylor, being the genius, had realized the problem with his kidney and figured out three solutions to the problem.

The first was that he could easily tell his kidney to get over it, and it would listen, because when Taylor says something, people listen. The second was to become more cool, and that was just out of the question. If he became more cool the world would implode. And lets face it, he really can't get much cooler unless he drove a car filled with puppies. The third was to find a donor and just have it replaced. Unfortunately, the only person with matching midichlorian levels was Kyle.

Luckily for our hero, Kyle was more than willing to give up a kidney for his ruler, Taylor.

While in the operating room the doctors decided that the coolness flowing from Taylor would damage the new kidney before they could adjust. The only solution was to get two kidneys to bear the strain. Of course, Kyle was more than willing to sacrifice his life to aid Taylor.

The operation was a huge success and Taylor was back to his mega awesome self before his cool eyes could blink.

As the final days of Kyle's life support were coming to an end, Taylor paid him a visit.

"I know you've always looked up to me, and that you want to be me in every way. So I made you this"

Unfortunately drawing was never Taylor's best quality. Kyle dies.



And then here's a funny F-ing video of a new show I found.


I wrapped that Twinkie with care, damnit!
-Apple Pond

Would you like to play a game of Mel gibson safari?

So yesterday was Jason's birthday, and I'm not gonna lie, or I am, it was fun. Here are the pictures:
see look, you click here and then get jolly ol' surprise

Some are good. Some are bad, but that's all I got.

and here is a disgusting video, but so well worth it.


You're gonna have to watch it on you tube cause it doesn't work for some reason. never mind it works now.

LOVE LOVE
thailor