Thursday, March 25, 2010

I lol'ed

So, I read all the time. I Love reading. But I must say it's a rare occasion when a book actually makes me lol. I dunno why this is so. I have a pretty good sense of humor I think. I guess it's just hard to make someone laugh with just words. Anyway. I purchased the last installment of Percy Jackson and the Olympians today: The Last Olympian. I'm super excited about it by the way, can't wait to finish it. Well Not even one whole chapter in and i ran across a sentence that made me absolutely crack up, and I must share it with you.

So here's what's happening. Percy and this guy Charlie are on a mission to blow up the evil cruise ship full of monsters before they can try to invade the Half Blood Camp. A telkhine is some kind of mythological half seal, half human monster. Now that you're caught up here's the paragraph:

"A telkhine was hunched over a console, but he was so involved with his work, he didn't notice us. He was about five feet tall, with slick black seal fur and stubby little feet. He had the head of a Doberman, but his clawed hands were almost human. He growled and muttered as he tapped on his keyboard. Maybe he was messaging his friends on"
(insert laughter here)

HILARIOUS. Anyway... go and out and Read Percy Jackson and the Olympians... they rock. The End :)

Thursday, March 18, 2010

SO first of all, Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! Hope everyone had a safe and enjoyable night! I know I did. :)

Second, I would like to share with you a section of my book, just like my bestest friend Tiffany suggested. One of my dreams is to be a novelist, specifically in the fantasy genre. I love reading books like Harry Potter, Eragon, Abarat, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and yadda yadda yadda,. And I would die happy if I could get a similar book published. So, in high school i began working on my dream. I started a book called Avalanche Mountain. I got a few chapters written, had some friends read over it and edit it, and they said I did a good job. Well, for some reason i quit writing. Partially because I got to my senior year and school got really busy, and I ran out of ideas, and this and that and whatever. Well, I got back into writing it last year (my sophomore year of college). I started over and redid everything. My new version is a lot more well written and i think better overall, but I stopped again because I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with the book. Well! I've started it up again. This time I've been thinking really hard about what I want to do, and I've got a lot of "encouragement" from my friend Eric who really wants me to finish it. =P So here's an excerpt from part of my book (renamed Spiritus), I hope you enjoy it.


In a world of technology and machines, a world of discovery and ideas, civilization has become so caught up in advancing that it has forgotten its past. A past when magical creatures roamed the land and humans lived alongside the mysterious races of old; a magical past that has been locked away, locked away for too long, and now it wants out.


            My name, before this all began, was Coby Braxton. I lived in a small town in the middle of Nebraska; so small that you won’t find it on any map. That night I sat in my small room in my parents run down house. The yard hadn’t been cut in nearly a month, numerous shingles were missing from the roof, and the front porch was littered with random junk along with an old couch. The hole I called my room contained nothing but a small dingy bed and a computer which I had put together myself. It wasn’t much, but for sixteen years, that hole was my home, my only escape.

            I leaned over the keyboard of my mix-matched computer, I had made it from parts I had been collecting from the junk yard for months, as I typed my essay, “Contrary to popular belief, Robert Bunsen only improved the original version of the Bunsen Burner it was actually” BEEP BEEP BEEP! The instant messenger on my computer flashed. It was a message from my best and only friend Anthony Gregs.

            “Have you done your report yet?” It read. As usual, he needed someone to do his.

            “I’ve just started mine,” I typed back.

            “Oh… Well you have plenty of time on your hands, right?” was his reply.

            “Come on, Ant. My report is going to take long enough; if I do yours too, I’ll be up all night!”

            “But I don’t know this stuff! I don’t even know what a Bunsen Burner is! You’re the science wiz!”

            “Then, why did you sign up for advanced classes?”

            “I didn’t know it would be this hard! Come on, pal, help me out here.”

            “Sorry Ant, I can’t help you this time,” and with that I turned my messenger off. He’s going to hate me, I thought to myself as I resumed typing, but it’s better than doing two reports. He’ll get over it soon enough, I hope.

            I wasn’t crazy about the idea of losing my only friend. I was one of the smartest students in the sophomore class, but I wasn’t exactly what the other kids called “cool.”  I wasn’t constantly picked on like most of the other kids in the advanced classes, but no one ever seemed to notice me. I walked through school like a ghost. People would bump into me in the hallway like I wasn’t even there; and when my books would topple to the floor, no one took the time to help me out.

            I wasn’t as handsome as the jocks were either; but then again I didn’t think I was hideous. My wavy hair was light brown and fell above my bright blue eyes. Actually, I thought I was fairly good looking, although, the girls at school must have thought otherwise.

            The constant typing was getting tedious so I decided to take a break and get a drink from the fridge. I scooted away from my desk and walked into the kitchen. My good-for-nothing father was sitting in his favorite grimy recliner in the living room. There was a can of beer in his hand and a football game on TV. He spent most of his days in this pose; he couldn’t keep a job due to his bad attitude and lazy performance. In between jobs, which were usually long periods of time, he simply sat in his beer-stained chair and watched TV.

             My mom worked as a bartender at the local sports bar. She worked late nights and, when Dad was unemployed, spent the early mornings in bed with various men to make the extra cash we needed to get by. Everyone knew she slept around, everyone except my Dad, who didn’t care much about her anyway. It’s a small town and it didn’t take long for word to spread. Consequently, it didn’t help my reputation at school to have a prostitute for a mother; my whole eighth grade year I was known as “The Whore’s son.”

            I tried to avoid my parents as much as possible; partly because neither of them was pleasant to look at, and because I wasn’t exactly their favorite person either. I had known my parents adopted me for as long as I can remember. They must have told me so when I was very young, and they would never let me forget how big of a mistake it was. When I was little I had to endure their beatings when they were angry or drunk, which was quite often. Eventually I learned when to avoid them, and therefore avoiding more bruises. I could stay hidden most of the time, but you can’t dodge them all.

I worked on computers for local businesses; debugging their systems and fixing random problems that sometimes popped up. I’m good with computers. I saved every penny I earned in the hopes of one day leaving my hell hole and finding my real parents. It’s that hope that kept me going, that kept me alive.

I didn’t grow up in a happy family, but I took pride in being the exact opposite of my parents. The kids on TV who come from abusive households always seemed so angry and unhappy. I didn’t want to end up being one of those kids. My parents were angry and immoral, so I strove to be optimistic and good. I would always dream that I had inherited my character from my biological parents, that they were strong, good-hearted people who loved me very much. I would tell myself that for some reason they had to give me away for my own benefit. But I would never know what they were really like, mentioning them was forbidden.

            “Oh, for Christ’s sake! Call that!” My father screamed at the television as I walked into the kitchen. “What are you doing, boy?” He shouted over the noise of the game as I closed the fridge.

            “Just grabbing a drink, Dad.” I replied.

            “That boy’s gonna eat us out of house and home.” He complained as my mother walked in. Without a glance to either me or Dad, she sat on the couch and started painting her nails. She was preparing for another night on the town. Dad turned his attention to her, “And where do you think you’re going, woman?”

            “I’m going to work, Ted. Someone’s got to pay for that damn beer you’re drinking.”

            “Don’t give me your smart mouth remarks, Becky! And buy some more chips while you’re out, this bag’s empty,” he crumpled the bag and threw it to the floor.

            I knew this conversation would escalate into an argument. Before I somehow got dragged into it, I high-tailed it back into my room and got back to work. After another hour of flipping through books, typing until my hand cramped, and listening to Anthony plead some more, I finished my report. I looked it over with a great sense of accomplishment; I knew it was a guaranteed “A” paper.

            With my report tucked safely into my school bag, I changed into my pajamas and slid into bed. A glance at the clock told me it was a few minutes after midnight. As I switched the light off I stared at the pitch black above my face. A tear began to slide down my cheek.

            That night as I buried my face in my pillow, I thought about my life, about how miserable I was, and wondered how much longer I could endure it. That night I cried myself to sleep, unaware that my questions would soon be answered.

            “Sixteen years…,” I whispered to myself. “Happy Birthday, Coby,” and slipped into sleep. 

So that was just chapter one of my AMAZING  BEST SELLING book. Haha. It doesn't give a lot of insite into what's going to happen, but you'll have to read the whole book to find that out! One day I will finish it and have it published :P 

Taht's all for now, later guys!

~Mr. Koosh


Monday, March 15, 2010

Welcome Back

So I did absolutely nothing during my spring break this past week except work and sit on my ass at home. I did go shopping last Sunday tho, that was pretty fun. But school starts back Monday morning.... blech. The Monday after spring break is always the WORST day of the semester.... especially when you feel like your spring break has been wasted. I have a quiz and a paper due on Tuesday, I worked all weekend so didn't work on my paper, I work all day on Monday after school. I foresee a looooong night of homework coming.... Welcome back to school

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


Feelin a little down today. Been fighting aginst money problems for the past few weeks. I tell ya what, being poor all the time blows. It depresses me....
Work wore me out, today. And when I got home I had a big fight with my dad. I hate arguing. It makes me sick to my stomach. I don't do so well in confrontations. But I held my ground this time. Still, nothing's gonna change. Parents are so stubborn. They think just because they pay for the expenses in the house, their children have no say in anything. I think they should compromise with their kids on things they don't agree on. Just because you're the parent, doesn't mean everything you say is right. Especially since I'm 21 years old, and have lived on my own for a year and a half. I survived out there in the real world, I'm not a little kid who needs my mommy and daddy to worry about me when I'm out at night. I'm not living at home because I choose to. The only reason I'm here is because of money. What will it take to make them realize that I'm not a little kid anymore?


Saturday, March 6, 2010

An Interesting Read for All You Dino Fans Out There

Here's a link to the BBC News site about the confirmation of the Dinosaurs extinction by asteroid. Definitely worth reading

Fish Tanking 101

It's been a good day today. I got to sleep in for the first time in a while, then a friend and I went fish shopping. It's been a long long time since I had a fish tank, and I had no idea it was so hard to pick out a fish. I mean, they're just fish right? Well my tank is small, so that rules out a lot of my choices, it's not heated, and apparently there are a lot of fish that have to have heated tanks. So i really only had two or three different types of fish to choice from.... and it took me a long time to decide between those two or three, haha. But I ended up buying three Tiger Barbs. They're little yellow fish with three black stripes. Their names are Shere Khan, Tony, and Nancy.

Well, picking out the fish was only half the battle. Then, you have to clean the rocks for the bottom (and apparently I bought some very dirty rocks because they took forever to clean!), you have to buy the chemical junk to put int he water to de-chlorinize it, the filter was a bitch to get positioned in the right spot, and it takes 30 minutes to introduce the fish to the water. The bag they came in must float int he water for 10-15 minutes, then you have to add some of the water from the new tank into the bag, let it float for 10-15 minutes more, and continue this process for at least 30 minutes. Phew.... I don't know about you, but I'm wore out. It's a good thing I had a friend there to help me out. =P

But it's all done now. The fish are int heir new home, and they seem to be doing fine. Their rocks are black and blue, they have a lovely fake plant to play in, and of course you can't forget the "No Skinny Dipping Sign" which is the centerpiece of the whole tank (A must have for all fish tanks today).

Here's a picture of my new fishy friends:

Well, after all the fish excitement ended, I went to see Alice in Wonderland with some friends. Very good movie by the way! I highly recommend seeing it asap! I, personally, could have done without the 3D part of it, though. That just gave me a headache. I must say I was a bit disappointing that Tim Burton decided to follow the ever popular 3D trend that all the kids are loving these days. But whatever, he still created an amazing work of art, like always.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


I just wanted to say that Banks are corrupt, evil, maniacal corporations with only one goal: to rip off your dumb ass. FUCK YOU First Tennessee.

On a side note, money is also evil. The world would be much better off without it. Can't we all just barter with our love for each other instead? HA!

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Finally! A newscast the cool kids can relate to!

If this was my News at 9 instead of that boring stuff they play now, I might actually watch it! Check it out =P


So in my Science in Fiction Lit class we're reading a book called Cosmicomics. If you haven't read this book, you should pick it up. It will blow your mind. It's an older book, but it's very interesting. The Author, Italo Calvino, takes scientific facts about the Universe and turns them into this comic short stories, all centering around the same character Qfwfq. Don't ask me how to pronounce that cuz I have no idea.  There are other characters throughout the storries too such as Ayl, Xlthlx, Captain Vhd Vhd, Pfwfp, The Z'zu Family and Dean (k)yK. But apparently this Q fellow has been around since forever. He's in a story that takes place around the time of the Big Bang, he's around with the dinosaurs, he's around in the present. Anyway, there's one story in particular that really makes you think. It's called All At One Point.  "Through the calculations begun by Edwin P. Hubble on the galaxies' velocity of recession, we can establish the moment when all of the universe's matter was concentrated in a single point, before it began to expand in space." Wow. Just imagine ALL over the universe shoved into one teeny tiny spec smaller than any subatomic particle. That's smaller than a proton or neutron and even an electron which all make up an atom.... Try wrapping your mind around that.

Someone's got too much time on their hands... But I guess that's ok as long as you can do something funny with it =P