I got an award from Cass!

Okay, hi. It's that time of the month, fellas. And guess what? I got an award! Check it out! It's got an apple on it! Oh, and now, I will tell you my top 10 songs on mine. 1: Boom, 2: Circles, 3: Change, 4: Tonight, 5: Fifteen, 6: Message in a bottle, 7: Kalimba, 8: You belong with me, 9: Get up, and 10: Cry, Baby, Cry. My Ipod is silver (And I LOVE it). The eleven nominees are, um, well, Treasure, Cassidy bear, Abigail, that girl on the moose blog, Corrina, Addie, Chelsea, Mizz Ali, and whoever left can be filled out by my family. Oh, and Joey-Joe. Thank you. Oh, and Cass has a new blog. Llamas and Lipstick. Find it at www.llamaslovelips.blogspot.com. It's not being posted on yet, but you can follow! Alright. Cool. So, until next time, it's from Ricky! (If you find the link defective, tell me or post on Cass's. Thanks)

I'm bored...of what? School.

Okay, I'm done with school. It's too boring. My report card got me grounded. My most recent note home got my DS taken away. I'm done with it. Let's just give in okay? How about everyone drop the school? Because I'm seriously sick of it.

It's not just the education part, oh no. It's the part with the people. People at school are crazy. First of all, in class, there are all these kids who you don't want to be with. They're like, all, like, "I'm so cool and you're such a dork". It's annoying, trust me. And then there are the teachers! Who have, like, no clue about anything. "Richard, stop talking. When you talk, it makes people not listen. When they aren't listening, the can't hear my boring and on-going lesson about the life cycle of the egg." Aren't teachers a joy?

And then there's the FOOD. School lunches. Let's see what I had today...Some greenish-looking pasta with a bit of white BBQ sauce, and a little bit of pink moldy potatoes with some blackish butter. For desert, I had some enjoyable discolored (meaning a color I can't identify) pumpkin pie that tasted oddly like soup. Yum.

Oh, then there's homework. They load us up with so much work to do in one day that it kills you just to walk out of the building! (And then you throw your backpack at the hobos in the street, who would gladly accept your homework as a meal) Sorry, if any hobos are reading this, but, yeah, I've seen it. So, Jamie, if you're wondering where all my packbacks keep going, I mean, backbacks, I mean, oh! Foo! Forget it! And, yeah, they keep going to Jim, his wife, Zelda, and his six kids, Mary, Martha, Lynn, Phil, Joanne, and Carl, living next to Shaw's Grocery store. (Eh, I don't mean to mention names, but...)

Okay. Gotta do my homework. Like, my English homework. "The fat cat sat on a rat". Eddycatunall. Even the hobos won't take that.

Happy Easter from the webkinz lion on blogger!

Well, there goes another Easter. That was fast. My Easter really wasn't that good. Let me explain the problem.
So, when I woke up, I see an incredibly happy Nikki telling me to get up. Of course, not without coffee! So, after gulping down a bit, I went into the living room. Everyone found eggs and baskets. Mine was, like, a foot tall. It was guitar picks and two chocolate bunnies. Way to get into the spirit. So, that was a bit of a dud. The little ones found all the eggs. Then we went to church.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I think the Easter message is cool. I mean, the guy died and rose up again! That's pretty cool. And for us! I'd like to think I could do that, but I don't like dying. So, there was only one thing wrong with church: It was taking money.
Yup. You had to pay to see. Jamie said that that was disrespectful. I think so too. So we went to Luke's church. But they were "pass only." So we had to leave the whole neighborhood and head into New Jersey! Well, I didn't know where this was going, so I snapped on my Ipod. Then, we pull up to some shack and I jerk out of the limo. This is actually a CHURCH. Not some souped-up one, oh no. No. This is plain-out gospel.
Going in there was a little uncomfortable. I mean, I knew I'd be out of place. I'm a rick kid in a shack.But, in there, we sat down and listened to the preacher. He was actually very good. So, leaving, I felt good. This is the one we come to from now on!
Well, going home, we had to stop at Joe's. And he had a visit from the Easter bunny! He showed me all this candy and eggs and toys, I though he was a six-year-old! It was a little better then Christmas, but, still....

I hope you guys had a great Easter. I'm out.

Wassup?

Okay, school has me a little busy lately. I've been gone a while. I've been writing and reading a lot lately, and Jam has me doing a lot of extra stuff around the house lately, so I've been extra busy. On top of that, Joey Joe's lawn needs raking after the winter, and I have to do it. I'm getting payed five measly bucks for raking his whole yard. That thing's like, I dunno, six miles. Hey, I live in rich people territory. Every thing's big. Bad deal, I know. So, now, I have no time for blogging. And, I have to rehearse. There's this stupid school talent show thing, and Jam says I should sign up. I did. I didn't know what to do, so I'm just gonna play my guitar. I got a guitar last year for Xmas.Oh, hey, I'm 15 now. YAY! Birthday just passed! Got, like, six billion video games. Not much other then that, though. Anyways, I've had a lot of trouble picking a song. I think I should do something old and hippie-like, like the rolling stones, or the monkeys, or Crosby Stills and Nash or something. I've settled on I Will, by the Beatles. That's Cass's fave. band, so I'm gonna just throw one for her. So, other then rehearsing that, and a million other activities, I don't have time to think! I'm reading a lot, though. Every night before bed. I'm reading the girl who could fly, right now. It's nighttime. I'm done homework. I'm bored. Xmas passed. I didn't get anything good. Treasure did. He got, like, this giant stereo thing and it's AWESOME. He has it in the family room, and I'll put my Cd's in there (Black eyed peas, Maroon five, Weezer,Ali and AJ, all that teenage stuff) and he'll get all mad and say it's "His" and how "I don't want him touching my laptop" so that "I shouldn't touch his toy". Whatever. Jerk. So, yeah, I'm also writing a bunch of crazy books. One is about this kid like Treasure who has everything he wants but then he gets poor so he has to live on the streets. It's funny. Well, oh! I forgot to tell you what Rocky got for Xmas. A WII! YEAH! I've always wanted one of those! I have my PS3, PS2, xbox, 360, the n64, the super Nintendo, and the game cube, but those are all so old. A wii is new and cool. And he got, like, six hundred games to go with it. Now, I play DDR and Guitar Hero legends in rock all day, until Jamie says to do something else. Speaking of which, I think I'll go take Kate on at a little My Sims Party. Peace out, and go green. Yo yo.

YAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWNNN

Uh. Hi everyone. I am sooooo tired. For new years, I went over to Corbin to see my dad. We stayed up all night, eating extra butter popcorn, drinking Diet Coke, watching MTV, living it up. My dad said it was a releif to not have to work, so he thought he'd have me over. I hadn't seen him in, like, a year, so it was really fun. SM went to bed at ten (Party pooper), but I stayed up. After MTV shut off because a rain storm knocked out the power line at two AM, dad said he'd go Facebook or something so I settled down to read some of my favorite books. (I coulden't help but bring some of my Chabigail horror mysterys along with me to Kentucky. I knew something would happen.) Well, turnes out that Rian was causing the fires unknowledgebly, because Daniel was in his body by night, and it was all Marcy's fault! Who would have known? So, after that, I decided to ring home. Well, who was I to know that they went to bed? So, I basically just listened to my Ipod all night. Fun, fun, fun. Very exciting. The next morning, dad took me to Dunkin Dounuts, and we got a big box of munchkins, and I got coffee, he got expresso. As we ate, he drove me around Corbin. We saw this museam, where KFC was invented. It was fun. I ended up braking into one of the exibits to try and smell what the secret mixture is to his chicken. Dad wasn't to happy about being escorted out by police. So I had to go home. And I'm still tired. Bye.

Merry Hanukkah

HELLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO PEEEEEEEEOPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEE! Merry Hanukkah! Oh, I'll explain the Jewish holiday thing. I'm not Jewish. I'm barely Christian! But Joey-Joe is Christian, yes sir. And the Maxples don't want their holiday to be all about gifts, so they can't properly celebrate Christmas (Like I intended to). So they decided to celebrate Hanukkah, which isn't anything to do with gifts. Now, Christmas morning, I expected to wake up, find a lit tree, presents, waffles (traditional Xmas breakfast), and a happy family. But what I saw was Joey-Joe's ceiling and a bright light. Ugh, oh yeah, I'd spent the night at Joe's. Ugh, he had the window open. I climbed down the bunk bed and got on some slippers. I went into the living room and found a gift thrust in my lap. I was to tired to open presents, and they would NOT give me coffee! Ugh, I need coffee! It's not fair! Well, I got some juice and then opened my gift. How nice. A...computer keyboard???? Joe said he picked it out because he knew how much I love to write. I knew he was proud, so I didn't bother to tell him you need the computer to actually accomplish anything. Well, from Miley I got a Miley gift: A jumbo pack of home-made chocolate cream balls. I tried one. Yucky! But I had to gulp it down. A note from Joe read:

"Just eat them all. Be polite for once, Ricky."

Nice. My best friend tells me a "For once". Holiday cheer. Well, I ended up having to gulp down all of them. And then dinner: An ugly, ugly, broccoli, bean, and tofu casserole, with mashed sweet beans on the side, with buns made of potato flour, and a whole heap of terrible, gross, deplorable, disgusting, tofu-meal pudding with celery cream and cinnamon. I got the biggest servings. (Lucky me, lucky me!) Oh! I felt sick! I had to run to the bathroom. I had gained five pounds (Figures) and I used the bathroom right away. All that night I was throwing up chocolate cream and potato-flour buns. Jamie took me home, and I was saved. I opened all my gifts. I got a cell phone, Itunes gift card, the usual fourteen-year-old Xmas stuff. Joey-Joe called me later. He apologized for everything. He is SO overdoing. Well, that's about it for my not-so-holly-jolly Christmas. Bye.

Time for my monthly post

I've noticed that I've posted about once a month for a while. Isn't that weird? Well, I hope no one's going anywhere, because I have a lot to talk about. First, let's cover some reasons why I don't post very often. Cass has been really busy lately. She's been going to these football games with a bunch of kids, and she hasn't been taking me to Bible study at her cousin's. Also, another reason is blogfest. She's been using up all her time planning and blogging really long posts. But today I complained and she said, "Fine, Ricky, one post. The WOC is back." So, I have a ton to cover with you.
Okay, so school is going OK. I'm in the cafeteria, posting now. Because, sometimes my teacher doesn't want me to just type all day. Joe just asked what I'm doing. I said blogging. Okay, Joe wants to say something. Joe says hi. Oh, news flash. Cass just said she has to post now. TTYL. For another month!