The Tradition

[googlevideo]5413588898686570163[/googlevideo][googlevideo]706701834248528109[/googlevideo]Members of a student band need a reality check. Who as a teenager still listens to classic rock. Everybody listens to alternative or modern rock channel 93.3. If you listen to classic rock channel 103.5, then change your channel immediately to channel 93.3. Lets take My Chemical Romance or AFI for instance and take a listen to their music.[googlevideo]4093223043343404816[/googlevideo] They’re good aren’t they. Now if you haven’t figured this out already you need to listen to alternative music. Not necessarily AFI or MCR.

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What is christmas?

Why do we celebrate christmas?

Why do we enjoy christmas so much?

Well all of your questions are about to answered. Christmas or Christmas Day is an annual Christian and secular holiday that celebrates the birth of Jesus, along with themes such as family, goodwill, giving and compassion. It incorporates Christian religious ceremonies with the traditions of ancient winter festivals such as Yule and Saturnalia. Christmas traditions include Nativity scenes, the exchange of gifts, the arrival of Santa Claus, Christmas cards and decorations and the display of Christmas trees. We celebrate christmas either because we want to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ or we want all the presents. We enjoy christmas so much because of everything we get from from friends and family. But thing about christmas is that its all about giving but only the adults give, and the children recieve. Everyone has there own “special and unique” wish list for christmas. But what guides what we want bfor christmas. Is it our needs. Is it our wants. For you and me its usually our wants. But why do want what we want for christmas.  Is it because everyone has it.  Is it because you actually “need” it.  Or is it because we just want to have it.  It really doesn’t matter what we want because in the end we usually get it.

Thanks for reading my post.

Have a happy christmahanakukwanzaa this year.

1. Snowboarding (number one because it is stress free and lets release stress;easy adrenaline rush)
2. Hockey (number two because it is physically challenging; the only non-stop sport)
3. Listen to Music (number three because music helps reduce stress, puts everyone in a good mood (only if its good music))
4. Waterskiing (number four because it is physically challenging, can produce adrenaline, and is fun to see the beach pass behind you)
5. Run From Neighbors Dog (literally makes you LOLOLOLOL (peeing pants funny) adrenaline rush, sucks when you get bit)

If you have read this post and are going to comment please either a)leave a comment or b)make your own top five things to do and leave it as a comment. It would be really cool if everyone did it.

band·wag·on (bndwgn)

n.

1. An elaborately decorated wagon used to transport musicians in a parade.

2. Informal A cause or party that attracts increasing numbers of adherents: young voters climbing aboard the party’s bandwagon.

3. Informal A current trend: “Even brand-name [drug] companies . . . have jumped on the generics bandwagon” Beth Howard.

Pasted above is the definition for Bandwagon.  If you ask me alot of people recently have been accused of bandwagoning.  Their bandwagoners if they “like” the same music another person does.  Their bandwagoners if they’re fans of the number one team (i.e. Ohio State, Indianapolis Colts, or the Buffalo Sabers).  In order to like these you have to be from or have some kind of connection to (family, friends) Ohio, Indiana, or New York.  Music wise you have to actually “like” the music not just listen to it and say you like.  In other words I can’t like Indianapolis because I’m from CO.  So my favorite team is the Arizona Cardinals because I have family down there.  I also like the Bruins and Red Sox because my dad is from Boston.  Music wise I can’t say I like AFI just because they released they’re new album or My Chemical Romance.

I hope you get what I’m trying to say.

DON’T BAND WAGON.

It is a bright, sunshiny day. You are taking your family to Las Vegas, Nevada (a.k.a. Sin City). You’ve just left your mansion in Breckenridge, Colorado to try you’re luck at the slots, tables, and bars. You’re family has packed their bags for a luxurious stay in the Luxor Hotel. You’re two hours away from Sin City. You’re two boys are listening to their new 30GB Black & White Video iPods. They have Welcome to the Black Parade music video playing along with Miss Murder. You’re wife is exhausted and is sleeping. You’re drowsy and know you should stop for the night but you think you can make it.

You’re approaching an overpass. You can’t see who’s on it but you can see a scuffle happening. You realize that it must be a gang fight after you hear a gun shoot. Right after the gun shoot a body is tossed over the guard rail. The body smashes into the windshield landing on the dashboard.

Your wife jumps so fast that she hits her on the roof.

Your sons drop their iPods.

You swerve the car out of instict to the side of the road.

Their is a 12 inch thick cement wall.

Your car turns a 90 and slams into the wall.

Your wife is thrown through the windshield because she was not wearing a sit belt.

Her skull is crushed against the wall.

Blood is smeared across the wall as you’re wife’s corpse lays on the hood of the car.

Your sons are thrown against the captain seats in the front.

One of your sons necks is snapped immediately.

Your other son has broken many ribs and vertebrates in his back so he may not be able to move again.

You are the only person who survives the crash.

You run out of the car.

There is another car coming at you.

He can’t stop in time.

He hits you.

You’re dead.

Your body is flattened.

Your guts are strewn across the road.

The driver of the car calls the cops. The cops arrive upon the gruesome scene they file their report and take pictures of all of the bodies strewn arounbd with blood spilled everywhere. It is a night no-one will ever forget.

It is a horrid snowing day at Cresthill Middle School.  Everyone is busy scurrying down the halls to their next classes.  One student, BillyBob McJimaJim, has to make a pitstop.  He pulls a 180 as fast as you can say Worst Possible Thing: The School Bathroom.  He pulls open the door like the Incredible Hulk ripping it from the hinges.  He plows through the next one knowing how urgent he has to go.  He rushes by the kids using the urinal and runs into a stall locking the door.  He pulls out his Tostitos Scoops and Pace Fire Picante.  He sccops a huge scoop of the fiery salsa and relaxes.  He crushes the chip between his teeth of iron and it passes into his stomach of steel.  Not realizing that someone has put saran wrap under the toilet seat he drops the load.  It splatters across the seat, coating his tush in a brown liquid.  He immediately drops his Snack and squints.  The jar of salsa smashes on impact with cold ’tile floor’.  He runs out of the stall to never be seen by anyone again.

The next person who walks into the bathroom sees the salsa spread across the floor.  He investigates further and sees ‘pellets’ spread across the seat he immediately throws up.

The next person who walks into the bathroom sees the salsa spread across the floor.  He investigates further and sees ‘pellets’ spread across the seat he immediately throws up.

If you have read this far you know that this will keep on happening but good news is further down.  JUST KEEP READING!!!!!!!!!!!

ALL IN ALL IT IS A CRUEL AND DISGUSTING JOKE.  BUT IT MAKES FOR ONE ENTERTAINING STORY!!!!!!!

It’s a beautiful, dazzling day in Falcon Park. School has been dismissed and everyone is out and about playing hockey in the parking lot, and baseball in diamond, and football and soccer in the vast field of turf. The world seems at peace as their is so much happiness and joy in the park. But it is about to become a dark, gloomy, rainy day in an instant.

You decide to partake in the joy illuminating from Falcon Park and take your dog for a walk. You leash up your Bernese mountain dog and head out the door. You lock the door and hit the sidewalks. You make your way to the various trails going through Falcon Park. Since you’re a fat, lazy, person who doesn’t get out much, you have to take a rest at the bench. As you observe the children play their games you don’t notice that your dog, Pooch has escaped from the grasps of his brand new black leather studded collar. You look up to see where Pooch has gone and you see…

Pooch is racing towards a group of kids playing soccer.

They’ve just noticed that Pooch is racing towards them.

They try to run from the enormos bulk of beast that is barking vicously.

Pooch’s mouth is foaming.

He lunges at one of the kids, ripping his face off.

The kid is screaming franctically.

You race toward Pooch and try to rip him off.

He turns around in his wrath and bites your hand off.

You are thrown to the ground from the force that is Pooch.

You are rolling around in a pool of blood in your agony.

The other kid is screaming.

Pooch chases after another kid and wrestles him to the ground.

Pooch inserts his bloodied mouth into they kid’s chest and rips out his lungs.

A bystander nearby has called 9-1-1.

The cops show up with shotguns.

They take aim from behind their car and fire.

The first shot misses him.

The second enters Pooches chest.

He continues running.
The police reload and fire again.

Pooch continues to run.

The police reload and fire again.

Pooch lunges at the door and smashes his skull against the window.

After the dog was slain the news crews come onto the gruesome scene. They report how the vicious dog was killed and how many children he ate in the end. He killed five. You’re safe in the hospital in a comfortable bed. You’re hand is long gone. You just think how lucky you are that you weren’t one of the unfortunate children.

This Summer I went to Six Flags Elitch Gardens in Denver, Colorado. I went with my brother and his friends. We bought our tickets and entered the park. Since I knew the park so well I led our pack through. Our first ride was sidewinder, the rollercoaster that has loop-da-loop and you go forwards and backwards. After we rode sidewinder we went to shipwreck and rode which was all to exciting. But then when you get off and go over the bridge you have to go to the left and then you get soaked. In fact it hit me so hard my sunglasses were tossed into the water and lost forever. We dried off a little and rode white lightning a couple times. After we were dizzy we went to Twister 2 for the first time of my life. I rode with one of my brothers friends who knew where the camera was so when we got of and saw our pictures my mouth was wide open and he had a full smile across his face. PRICELESS!!! After the thrill of my life we went and spent $5.00 for a single slice of pizza. INCREDIBLE!!! After I ate my friends finally convinced to ride the mind eraser. So we walked over to the line which wasn’t to long and got into the main place. I sat in the back and on the outside because they said it feels like you’re gonna hit the poles. It slowly climbed its way to the top and you see the gum covered roof and then….

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! OMYGOSH!!!!!!

That was the best adrenaline rush of my life (next to snowboarding). The craziness of your head bouncing side to side, spinning up and down while your feet and hanging wildly in the air and then its over. Just like that. You wait one hour for a minute-and-a-half. But then again its really worth it.

After we rode the mind eraser another three times we went over to Shake, Rattle, and Roll. That ride is crazy. The harness presses up against your body so hard but in the end I know why. Its so awesome how you go about fifty feet in the air while doing backflips and everything. It is the second sweetest ride in elitches.

If I were to participate in any olympic event I would participate in Snowboard Downhill. I would participate in Snowboard Downhill because the I love the feeling of adrenaline pumping through all of my veins and arteries. The rush is one of the best feelings ever. The feeling of weightlessness overwhelming your body. You’re like in your own world watching the flags and lines and spectators fly by as you’re going 75 mph. And then you hit the finish line and it’s all over in a blink of an eye. The adrenaline rush then spikes when you hear the crowd chanting as you’ve one the gold.