Saturday, September 27, 2008
High River? Wait What?
It was a rather interesting experience,
One minute you're awake, surrounded by several large and (to be frank) smelly teens and the next minute it's just you and an old man.
Not to say that the old man wasn't nice. He was just a tad... Odd.
It's not everyday you're prodded awake on a bus by an old man.
Bus-1
Kraft-0
I'd post something I'd written, but I'm fresh out. Plus my documents aren't on this computer...
Blending matches in a blender (where else?) right now. I'll post the video of the bomb later.
Thats about all.
Oh yeah High River = OMGWTFBBQ!?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Written in IT
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Introduction.
The name is Kraft Singles.
Obviously that's not my real name.
I have a strange obsession for American Style dairy products.
I am a student at Western Canada High School.
Most people would agree that I am in fact a swell guy.
I will be updating regularly, seeing as I have nothing better to do.
I think I have more friends on facebook than I do in real life.
2 hours of Face Time is all I need each day. Thats all.
Oh here's a snippet of a story I'm writing.
"Once you know you’re going to die, it sort of narrows your focus. You begin to see triviality in what you used to think was importance, and you start to see importance in what used to be small and insignificant. My name is Dan Sturges; I work for the United States government in an underground lab. We examine deadly viruses and try to create cure. Last week there was an accident, and everyone was exposed to a lethal virus with an incubation period of three weeks. Three weeks to know if you’re going to live or die. However, I know I’m going to die, you see I was the closest one to the virus when it broke out. I literally breathed the fumes from the broken glass. If you really want to hear about it the first thing you’ll want to know is where I was born, what my lousy childhood was like, and maybe even my whole autobiography. I really don’t want to go into that right now, to tell you the truth it kind of bores me. Besides, my parents would probably have a heart attack apiece if I told you anything personal about them. It’s not that they’re not nice people or anything, it’s just they’re very touchy. They don’t really like people talking about them. That’s why I’m just going to tell you about all the mad things that happened to me in the past three weeks. Let’s start from the beginning. "
That's all
For now.