wedsite backround

this is my final backround that i chose for my new site whitch im making (well, mostly my friends are making)

but yeah, i honestly dont know how i could get this to them, so im using my blog! ^.^

because my school email is acting up

i need to put my script somewhere, because its due tomorrow and my printers broken.




(dad) (son) (FBI agent) (other dad)
(plot) a son calls his dad after quite a long time to see many thing have changed, such as him liking metallica, joining a grunge polka heavy metal band, many of his friends are dead, married, or away.

*RING RING! RING RING!* (we need a cellphone sound)
Dad—hello?
Son—hey dad!
Dad—hello? Who is this?
Son-- uh… dad? Its me. Your son.
Dad—I know that, which one is it?
Son—its me! Johnny, and im your ONLY son!
Dad—that’s not true! I don’t even remember having a son named Johnny!
son—we went fishing lot! How could you not remember your own son?
Dad—I go fishing??
Son— Yes, you do. You won that fishing competition in Pittsburgh. Don’t you remember?
Dad—OH! Now I remember you, tommy!
Son—Johnny
Dad—right, Johnny
Son- so I just called to wish you a happy birthday
Dad- my birthday isn’t for seven months
Son—what? But…. Its (insert date here) that’s your birthday!
Dad—no, I remember I went to a metallica concert on my birthday and that was on august 12, on my birthday
Son—since when have you been into metallica??
Dad—when I started my own grunge polka band in finland with a couple drunks!
Son—you have your own band? Wait, you went to FINLAND?
Dad—yeah, it was all in that game show I went on five years ago. Here, wanna hear some of my most recent music? (bad guitar strumming)
Son—ok, ok, ok, listen, can you put mom on the line?
Dad—nope, im sorry, but she left three and a half years ago.
Son—she left?!!? Why didn’t you tell me?
Dad—why should I tell you?
Son—because IM YOUR SON!
Dad—I have a son?!!?
son— nevermind….. so what else is new besides your grunge polka band, and mom leaving you and you going to Finland because of a gameshow.
Dad—well, I got a new girlfriend!
Son—you broke up with mom and then got another girlfriend and never told me anything??
Dad—well, I guess I was too busy managing my multi-million dollar business to tell you, son. Sorry
Son—you run a multi-million dollar business now? What’s next? A space shuttle to mars?
Dad—don’t be ridiculous! I did that two years ago.
Son—of course… why didn’t I see that coming? Look… dad, you gotta start updating on things. Mis-communication is what breaks families apart.
Dad—hang on a minute, I think someones looking into my window….. it looks kinda like a spy…
Son—ok, what is this about a sp- (interruption)
(BANG! BANG! BANG!) (we need a sound of a gun…)
Random person in the distance freez! Don’t move! We have you surrounded!
Dad- ah! Uh.. gimme a minute, tony!
Son—its JOHNNY!
*various glass breaking sounds and gun shots*dad—ok, im back!
Son—what WAS THAT?
Dad—oh, it was just the US government trying to arresnt me. No big deal.
Son—wha…. You know what… im just not gonna ask this time, ok?
Dad—ok but- oh WHAT IS THIS? Dang….
Son—what is it THIS time?
Dad—well, I think its… yeah. It’s, well, yeah…. I got shot….
Son—WHAT?? Are you going to be alright?
Dad—yeah… I guess… but I mean, I didn’t really realize how much blood I had in me!
son—ok, this has to be a joke. I mean, there isn’t any way in the world that you could eb Robert Benfer.
Dad—huh? Im not Robert Benfer! Im ROBBY Benfer. His identical twin!
Son-- …….. oh….. ok then, can I have dads number?
Dad—ok, its 2644563567
Son—thanks! I’ll see you at the family reunion barbeque when im done!
Dad—ok Tommy. And by the way, to protect your safety, this conversation never happened.
Son—uh… ok
*sound of hanging up and phone dialing*
RING RING! RING RING!
REAL DAD—hello?
Son—hey dad!
REAL Dad—hello? Who is this?
Son—its me, your son!
REAL Dad—I know. Which one?
Son-- ……..you know what? Just forget it. Bye!

to sum it all up:

star fox:
a bunch of talking animals flying around in futurestic jet ships destroying other talking animals and creepy looking aliens in other much weaker jet ships made by some giant floating monkey head and a pair of other floating hands that turns out to actually be a giant brain in disguise.

mario:
an italian plumber who got lost while plumbing pipes and stumbled upon a world where mushrooms make you grow and flowers make shoot fire out of your hands and stars make you immortal untill the end of the special immortal song and now he has to save a princess he never met from a giant bad graphics turtle with spikes on it's shell by stomping on potato-looking type monsters without touching them from the side or he'll die. after he does that, it starts all over again.

bleach:
a bunch of ghosts weilding swords in kimono's fighting monsters shaped like chickens and octopussess with masks on

sonic:
a talking hedge hog who runs at the speed of sound sent to kill a walking egg who makes robots to take over the world.

blue dragon:
a kid who, while looking through ruins, gets transported to a flying space ship where this random stranger gives him this giant blue pill that turns his shadow into a talking dragon.
(THAT REALLY HAPPENS! IT IS NOT A JOKE!)

star wars:
a bunch of people called jedi weilding beam swords called lightsabors who all make objects float in midair when a bad guy who wears a mask because his arms and legs were cut off on a volcanic planet by his best friend who was sent to kill him builds a space station called a death star that allows him to rule the galaxy untill a band of rebels blow it up shooting a torpedo into a small hole that turns out to be the weak point of the station

any more you want? leave a message

they say that life is a ball
for everyone one and all
but nobody knows
how life really goes
untill death comes and gives them a call
-me-

back

well, im back. even though nobody realy watches me. isnt it fun running a site that you know absolutly no one except for yourself watches?
at least this means i can get away with whatever i say.
lifes been both busy and lazy at the same time. but i wont go into that
for anybody who has actualy come to my site, this is my place where i attempt to be deep.
-although it never really works.
i've been thinking of putting some of my art on this site. so at least i have something people will look at. still considering this, so the people who watch this site (no one) will have to wait and see
hopefully next post will have something important to say
...........
psssh like that will ever happen. look forward for more of my mindless rambles!

~insert witty title here~

well, I have had close to four-hundred views on my blog.
the only thing is that probably half of them were me
sitemeter is very fun and all, but the thing is that it still counts my views. So that means that that is also useless in aid to my predicament.
oh well i guess ill just have to get popular enough that my views don't really make a difference.
back to work!

the connection of gaara and his cookies

after countless minutes of searching, i found out why gaara likes cookies:
the fangirls. it runs out that its a fangirl issue and has nothing to do with the actual series
just remember that this research took countless minutes for you the viewers. ^__^