Dont Bore Us Just Get to the Chorus

ok from now on i am going to have a little blogger friend, his name is going to be.....Fogert pronounced Fog-ert. This will give me something to talk to instead of a blank really bright screen.

Hello Fogert,
Well this day was full of great and awsome dull for the most part. waking up at 11:30am, then not really getting dressed till about 2 maybe 3 in the afternoon, only because I was going off to help my dad move some drywall from sleggs to a place by smuggler's cove(where ever that is).
Those sheets of dry wall are freakin' heavy but hell it was worth it. after me and my dad's slow trip out there laughing at all the drivers who didnt kno wtf was going on. we kinda had the drywall on the roof of the van strapped on with 2 buggie cords, so we only went at the fastest 60m/h, pretty slow for the whole highway. well wen we got there we unloaded the crap from the roof with free crap coffee from the guy that owns the place, my dad decided that we would take the very extremely scenic route home. it was amazing, i dont think my jaw could fall any further the houses up there were gorgeous, with my dad saying he worked in like every second one. there was a house on the right of smuggler's cove that is almost all windows, he said they were roughly about an inch or so thick, cost over $3,000 to replace just one. oh btw he worked in it :P. and on the left of smuggler's cove lives the second richest women in canada (i think he said canada) she had such a beautiful looking house.
I really wish i could live up in that area or at least a house that nice,but i probably never will because of the not really paying profession that i have chosen for now. i dont really kno how much graphic artists get paid but i guess i will find out wont i.
so after the very long tour we got back, at like 6 with both our stomachs grumbling. i am never really in a cooking mood wen i am hungry ever, so my dad made bland food as usual but i still ate it cause i was hungry, aand i thought i was late for serious coffee, but wen i got there there was a pretty small group compared to some nights at serious but it was still ok, i met a new person who is a friend of joshua's and brynn's(probably never see her again, yay or one time meets!!). and then we went down to the peir while it was drizzling and hungout there for a while, shot a few seagulls, got shot by joshua in the nipple and i just skimmed his head with a shot. but then me joshua and jenni went our own separete ways and i went back to boredom.
and now i am here.
needing to wake up and be at friggin church in 7 hours hungry and not wanting to sleep.


welp lets see if i can make a poem
that might show 'em

of how stupid boredom is
coke has a lot of fiss

i think a feast would be nice
stand down and pass the spice

thing about food is probably not pleasant
it makes me feel like a peasant

aerosofting on the peir is fun
just dont get swallowed by a burger bun

rhyming is kinda neat
u really need to change your feet

its starting to get into my very speach
i dont think i should teach

i should go have a shower
it wont give me extra power

but if i just learn to keep
then i will go all sleepidy sleep

i start working next week
its starting to look kinda bleak

well at least i get a pay
i kno i havent all day


damn this is really stupid, this poem means nothg its just a bunch of rhyms, times, mimes. ok well there goes my brain again, when, Sven. rhyming the last word of each sentence, mence, pence. it does this wen i am hyper, piper, typer. but i aint too sugary, burgary, murgary.
i guess i should sleep, weep, keep, peep, meep.

so good night to ya Fogert, bogert,togert.sweet dreams, teams, beams.

Darling, I Would Shoot You Before I Would Ever Let You Leave

i was bored last nigh so i decided to write this it aint a poem but it'll do

10 things barely any stalker should kno....possibly.

10:I have always lived in the same house.

9:I have always shared a room with my brother in that house

8:Most who dont like their own birthDAY usually havent had a good one

7:I love eating outside of the house, even if its walking down to the corner store

6:I love hearing people's rants about anything

5:Very conscience about me stink

4:I love talking to strangers

3:If no one asks me to do something i sit at home bored forever, first person that says for me to do something i am there.

2:I never actually had good friends that stayed around till grade 8/9

1:Fear of dieing old and alone

well that all of them. btw who ever hassnt seen werner lately should get him out of the house today he is leaving tomarrow morning.

Tonight's Your Last Chance To Do Exactly What You Want To

Hello
I am sorry I have posted here in a long time but that is because my computer is dead and I dislike writing a lot on my sister's laptop. So other than that I shall say this SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!(Except for exams) stupid exams but I only have 2, a stupid chemistry one then a socials provincial yay (if u did not get that it was sarcasm). and the let the summer roll in WOOT!
On a different note my daddy's birthday is Sunday and he is turning old, like the year of 70 old, and it just so happens to be father’s day as well. So idk if I am obligated to give him 2 presents or just one, then there’s the question of what to get him and all this other crap. but I digress, I have another poem it’s not rhyming but I figured I would give it a shot so here we go.

This is Me

This is the hypocrite
Lies and backwards talking
Fake memory loss without guilt
This is the hypocrite

This is the loner
Quiet guy in the corner
Loving it when everyone else is happy
This is the loner

This is the poet
Rhymer that makes you laugh
Words that mean nothing short of everything
This is the poet

This is the boyfriend
Loving and wishing for her happiness
Wishing he could give her the world, and more
This is the boyfriend

This is the sloth
One who sleeps till 1
Yet gets up at 3
This is the sloth

This is the masochist
A punching bag for all
Yet none ever hit
This is the masochist

This is the addict
Lover of things craved
Yet able to last weeks without if needed
This is the addict

This is the creator
Maker of things unmade
Thinker of things unthinkable
This is the creator

This is the music lover
Deaf to the world
But alive to the music
This is the music lover

This is the philosopher
Answers to questions
Questions without answers
This is the philosopher

This is the worker
Hard at labour
Sleepier at lunch break
This is the worker

This is me

And that’s it I am done for now see all next sometime,
Bye

She may not be perfect, but oh my friend neither are you.

Hello people who may be disappointed,(this is not a poem but an actual blog posty thing...for now)
well last week and for the next few weeks i will be officially in purgatory. at school that is. My chemistry teacher and i are spending every freaking lunch hour going over crap i have no clue and wont probably use it anywhere other than class. well at least i done socials crap for a while.

so i have been offered to work at blue peter with kory me being a dish washer guy....yay? well at least it will be money right and that is all i need for a little while. i shall put out 2 resumes one to blue peter one to sleggs.

I have also started reading a manga that i found in the library called samurai deeper. it has demon-like samurais an a bunch of other good stuff.

well this has been kinda swell
i may see you burning in hell
i am off to hopefully sleep well