Well, that was short...

This blog will no longer be graded. Sooooooo.............I guess I'll be cussing now.

Rest in Peace Edd Gould

Edd Gould was an extremely talented and funny young man who was beloved by not only his fans, but everyone who was fortunate enough to know him personally. After a six year-long battle with acute lymphoblastic leukemia, in which he fought valiantly, he passed away on the morning of March twenty-fifth, twenty-twelve. Edd saw his ailment as an inconvenience to his making of episodes for his popular web-animation series "Eddsworld", which is the true sign of devotion to any endeavor, in my opinion. I never realized how many people knew who he was until these last few days; The overwhelming support and well-wishing for his friends, family, and Edd himself has been truly heart-warming to see by someone as disenchanted with the world as I am. I, among countless others, wanted to not believe the news of his death, but to no avail (for lack of knowledge of a better word). I thank him for being such a selfless individual and treating every one of his fans like his best friend. Edd Gould left this life on Sunday, but his legacy (and world) will last the test of time.

Week 2/6/12 Entry 2 (I am SO behind)

Good golly, Ms. Molly! I didn't even realize how behind I 've gotten with these journal entries, lately. Curse you, looming shadow of expulsion! That last sentence was me trying to make light of a VERY serious situation. I hate how my grades keep getting worse and worse every year (first-world problems).

I just now realized how whiny I sound. God, I must sound like a sixteen year-old Andy Rooney to anyone reading this. You should really stop reading this blog for your own safety; It might turn you into a narcissist if you continue on. So, as Gandalf once said: "Run, you fools!"

Week of 2/6/12 Entry 1

I hate this snow. Do you wanna know why? It's a tease. I like to call the snow that is falling right now "depressing snow". The definition of depressing snow is "precipitation that happens in the winter months that looks like the potential beginning of a blizzard, but, in fact, is just disguised rain". That's right, I said it! This is just a form of extremely sneaky rain! I call shenanigans! Deception! Blasphemy! WITCH!.....I think I need to lie down.

Week of 1/30/12 Entry 2

As mentioned in the last entry, I'm going to explain my reason for generalizing my audience (which I'm sure is just one person, right now). This blog is solely for a year-long homework assignment of sorts for my english class. We're doing weekly journal entries that are being checked by our teacher every once in awhile and, right now, I'm doing alright in comparison to my previous marking periods.
One quick question for anyone who isn't my teacher: Why are you wasting your time reading this blog when you have an infinite number of possible activities online you could be doing that are all incredibly more interesting than some high-school sophmore's dull musings on life, the universe, and everything else? I ask that purely out of curiosity, by the way.

Week of 1/30/12 Entry 1

I hate the english language. Do you want to know why I hate my first-language so much? An example is probably the best way to explain this.

Let's examine the word "fish". Technically speaking, you can spell it g-h-o-t-i. "How can this be?", you may ask. The answer is really ingenious: "gh" can be pronounced with an f-sound (as in the word "enouGH"), the word "women" gives "o" a short i-sound, & "ti" can be pronounced with an sh-sound according to the word "nation". This is the language you speak everyday (I'll explain my generalization of my readers in the next entry).

Week of 1/23/12 Entry 2

This weekend is my great-uncle's funeral (I'm obviously writing this in a past-thoughts style here). I know that doesn't seem like much, but this guy was the second in the list of  people who I share my name with. Well, not exactly. Before I explain what I mean, I just wanted to say that I'm going to use replacement names instead of my actual name (for obvious reasons). The reason why I'm not really the namesake of my great-uncle is that even though he is listed as the second in the list of namesakes in my family, he doesn't have the middle names that rest of us share. Here is what I mean: My great grandfather's name is (or was) William Sparrow Wadsworth Mcnamara the first. My father is the third, and I the fourth. My great-uncle's name is/was William Mcnamara the SECOND. My family constantly debates this quandary anytime it's brought up, but we've mostly resigned to the fact that, according to the government, he will always be the second. Also, if you noticed: Yes, my grandfather named his son after his brother. Don't ask me.