The Gaudyspuds Blog

Hey, first, I want to wish a family member a very happy birthday. They’ve helped me get as far as I am now with my actual website, which isn’t up yet for the public. Though, no one can see it, so I better come up with something better. They’ve helped me throughout my journey, that fits it. Anyway, I have a lot to tell about my day.

First, today at school, every other Wednesday of the month, during CCP (like a study hall - the last period of the day) we have clubs, or a separate activity to “meet” others. Really, it’s just done so the school can say that they do actually try to do something to stop bullies and let you meet peopl,e you wouldn’t otherwise. Oh yeah, the other Wednesdays during CCP, we have a bullying program! Yeah, great fun for the school.

Anyway, since I seem to have something for writing, I choose to go out for the school newspaper. And let me tell you, that was a big mistake. Here’s what a normal period, or 45 minutes of my life, would be like.

First 5 minutes - Wonder around the school for a minute, remembering that I never really knew which classroom to meet in. Once I remember that we actually meet in the “Computer Lab”, attendance is taken.

Next 10 - I now remember that I have nothing to do, so while staring at a blank screen for a few minutes, I wait for the instructor to finish talking to some other people.

Final 30 minutes - After completing the task that’s needed, I can just check the spelling, yawn, clean my glasses, and tie my shoes for about 15. Finally, I contradict whether I should log of my computer this minute, or wait another.

See, so every other Wednesday for a period I must battle wasting time. So, that part of my day was pretty wasted. Aside from that, nothing else really worth talking about happened. So, see you later. More meat tomorrow.

- Gaudyspuds

So, I’m going to try and go back to stories, and I remember a pretty nice on. It was a lazy Friday night, so my family and I (you don’t need to know anything more about them, it won’t hurt the entertainment of the story) decide that we would go and travel to New York on Saturday, and see a show. What do we decide to see there? How about the Lion King, it was a nice movie, and should be quite interesting to see how the costumes were pulled off. Though, we would find that the toughest thing would be getting there.

The drive was actually very nice. It was a beautiful day to walk about outside, not too cold, and not to humid… in February. Anyway, as we kept on going, we were able to see some of the greatest and finest sites to see. Aside for that glorious scenery, once we got into the heart and blood of the city, it became a little rough. How rough? How about having one of those window washers who just spits on your windows say, “Shup up that ****** yelling,” (Can you tell what he said?). Is that enough to get you a little shaken up?

But, that was the worst of the mix. Once we got there, I could just look around for hours. Which is what we did once we were able to get great seats to The Lion King, without having to get them 3 months in advance. We were able to see many things while waiting for the show, from an African-based church session, which consisted of a high pitched female wale, to people waving banners above their heads, to people ice skating in this warm weather. It was all a nice experience, and the dinner there was neither expensive or distasteful. Time for the show.

One word for you, “amazing”. The costumes were fantastic. The actors and actresses that were apart of the show, great. The only bad thing that I could think of is that I was sick at that time, and the next day had a 102 fever, so I may not of been able to enjoy it too it’s fullest. But if you were even able to find some interest in the movie, you’ll enjoy the show.

Anyway, as I said, I had a fever for the next 4 days, so it wasn’t the best. But that’s behind me, so see ya tomorrow!

- Gaudyspuds

As I’ve said before, I’ve already gotten some comments, and all of them being positive. So, I’ll try to go back and add a little humor to my writing. Be ready for my haircut.

Less than a week ago, I decided that it was time to get a haircut. My hair is very straight (like me, men) and grows very fast, the worst combination. No matter what I try to do, my hair always seems to flops over back to normal, so unless I want to look like Moe of “The Three Stooges”, my hair only looks bearable when it’s longer. Though, for me there’s a thin line between looking stylish and looking like the other gender (I’m male… if you didn’t know).

I didn’t go to my regular shop, and that was my first mistake. It was the grand opening a few days ago, so many people were going to just try it out. They seemed to have taken on too much than they could handle. So, the wait was strike one. And it seems like they’ll be playing for the whole team with batting.

Once I was able to be squeezed in, I didn’t get what I paid for. When I said I had wanted to have a small cut, just around the back, so it actually looks like the rest of my hair, the elderly woman gets the bright idea of not listening to what I said. I’m sure the phrase “Screw him, I’m the one with sharp objects at his head and neck,” crossed through her mind a few times. And she spent about 75% of the time just shaving off my hard earned hair with a razor, not even the type I asked for! To add insult to injury (something my father always used to say), she put my hair in a part, to make me look like a 1940s child. Seriously, even if that was hip and what the cool-cats did when you were born, please, at least you should know how to give someone a Paris Hilton style haircut.

So far, the experience hasn’t been going so hot. Even if a drunk Edward Scissorhands (The was why he killed Jim, right? Or was it a mental illness, it might have gone in the family to this lady) did cut my hair (isn’t that so funny - a DRUNK Edward Scissorhands!), I have to congratulate her for only saying 4 words during the whole time she cut my hair. Though, once it was time to pay, it was even worse.

It literally took about 20 minutes to just pay for a horrible haircut. The women (2 had to try to figure it out) had to work out the quirks in the computer program. They kept on saying that my information “Is in cyberspace now”, which had me a little worried… and grumpy. Though, with all of this, the lady that cut my hair did say that she liked my shirt!

Hope that brightened up your evening, until tomorrow.

- Gaudyspuds

Hey, wow, it’s my second post of the day. A new record. What I just wanted to ask quickly if the people viewing this like my writing style. I was told that my entries had too many “forced” jokes and was somewhat stupid at times. I know that at the time that I’m writing this, only 4 people have viewed my blog, but that’s how I would become more popular, by getting the stuff out that the people want. This isn’t my only style of writing, I can be more serious and… things. I want to do things that would interest everyone. I’m not trying to be hilarious, just entertaining. So, if you would have the time, please post your opinion about how I’m doing so far by writing a comment. I would like to hear what people think.

Hey everyone, I’ve already been flooded with 1 comment! Wow, it’s already becoming popular. I’ll try to add a little humor, since my last post with so serious. Grrr, I’m a… serious tiger…

So maybe you’re thinking that my life might just be all bland, just because I know more than you about computer technology than some. Well, that’s untrue! Gosh, how could you be so rude. I am deeply offended by that, how could you say such a thing? Let me tell you something, would you call Speed Racer stupid for talking to another bland villain… who looks the same as the rest? No, you wouldn’t think he was stupid for doing that, you would cheer for another episode. It’s the same with me, when I seem nice and mature, my life is wild and crazy. But, as my old, now nursing-home aged teachers used to say, “You kids better show, not tell, or I’ll haunt you from my grave.” Seriously, so let me try to show you, with words, as I normally would.

I do like to say that I am self-conscious. So, when puberty hit, I was hit with a creature growing on my face. In between my eyebrows. It did become pretty noticable, and after a year or so, I was finally able to get my hands on some… over-the-counter products. Oh yeah, scary.

Once I took it out of the bag, I knew it should do the trick. Man, this stuff was heavy duty, defiantly able to fix my extra hair problem. Larger than my palm, and stickier than a sticky dingleberry (something I heard one day when walking from school). Though, maybe it worked too well. It felt like ripping off tape from your little fuzz mustache (I also did shave off that the same day, just for the ladies.) At the most, I got about 50 hairs yanked off in 1 pull with that bad boy. I should enter that in “The Worlds Strongest Man” contest, I’d win undoubtedly.

Anyway, it was the aftermath that hurt the most. For at least a day, I felt a little burning “sensation” on my unibrow section. Then, it became bright red and cracked. Finally, after about a week, and after explaining what happened about 5 times, it became normal again, along with about 10 hairs spurting out.

Maybe this all happened because I used the body wax instead of the facial?

There, I proved it, my life isn’t all that boring. And I’ll tell you more, later. This is the Gaudyspuds Blog, saying good “5:28 Eve” everybody!