Ketchup Time

Ketchup Time

I suppose I should catch up on my newly created blog.

Click here to read about my Thursday night escapades.

So that was Thursday. Friday night I went to the homecoming football game. Neillsville dominated. Afterwards, I went over to the Dunham’s, and they taught me this sweet game called “Settlers of Catan.” I highly recommend it. I killed them my first time playing. I’m not entirely sure if the set me up to win or not, but I won by a big margin. Al made some sweet malts. MMM those were delish!

So today I went out to Snyder park to do caretaker stuff, and some camper said that there was a crazy racoon in the pit toilet. He took me to go check it out, and I didn’t hear or see anything. I think he’s crazy. It was probably his but making all the noise. There was also a hunter who didn’t register his campsite, but he wasn’t there so I couldn’t yell at him. But ok, get this: he gutted his deer right next to the campsite. Like RIGHT next to it. He better clean up that gut pile, because it was already stinking when I was there. But really, how would you clean one of those up? A scoop shovel, I suppose. I sure wouldn’t want to do it. Nastycore.

Anyhow, after that, I went mountainbiking out at Levis. That was sweet. I tried to descend Pile Driver, and I only feel twice. My first fall was like a perfect endo, and I landed smack on a rock with my head. It didn’t hurt, and I was like “Huh, good thing I was wearing my helmet,” and hopped on my bike and kept going. Later, I was thinking about the possible outcomes if I hadn’t been wearing my helmet:

Best case senario: I would be lying on the ground unconscious, bleeding, with a concussion.

Worst case senario: I would be dead.

That made me pause for a second. And it was true, too. Good thing I was wearing my helmet (I always wear my helmet when I mountainboard, mountainbike, ski, or snowboard.) So wear your helmet kids!

And then to finish off the day, I worked at IGA for six hours. Talk about fun.

Crazy Racoons, Gut Piles, and Almost Dying.

By Goo

9/30/06

I suppose I should catch up on my newly created blog. Click here to read about my Thursday night escapades.

So that was Thursday. Friday night I went to the homecoming football game. Neillsville dominated. Afterwards, I went over to the Dunham’s, and they taught me this sweet game called “Settlers of Catan.” I highly recommend it. I killed them my first time playing. I’m not entirely sure if the set me up to win or not, but I won by a big margin. Al made some sweet malts. MMM those were delish!

So today I went out to Snyder park to do caretaker stuff, and some camper said that there was a crazy racoon in the pit toilet. He took me to go check it out, and I didn’t hear or see anything. I think he’s crazy. It was probably his but making all the noise. There was also a hunter who didn’t register his campsite, but he wasn’t there so I couldn’t yell at him. But ok, get this: he gutted his deer right next to the campsite. Like RIGHT next to it. He better clean up that gut pile, because it was already stinking when I was there. But really, how would you clean one of those up? A scoop shovel, I suppose. I sure wouldn’t want to do it. Nastycore.

Anyhow, after that, I went mountainbiking out at Levis. That was sweet. I tried to descend Pile Driver, and I only feel twice. My first fall was like a perfect endo, and I landed smack on a rock with my head. It didn’t hurt, and I was like “Huh, good thing I was wearing my helmet,” and hopped on my bike and kept going. Later, I was thinking about the possible outcomes if I hadn’t been wearing my helmet:
Best case senario: I would be lying on the ground unconscious, bleeding, with a concussion.
Worst case senario: I would be dead.
That made me pause for a second. And it was true, too. Good thing I was wearing my helmet (I always wear my helmet when I mountainboard, mountainbike, ski, or snowboard.) So wear your helmet kids!

And then to finish off the day, I worked at IGA for six hours. Talk about fun.

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about plumbline and hair

Tonight was pretty much awesome. I got to vacum (sp?) out my car! Yeh son!

It did really need to get done, though. So I finally did it! I'm waiting to wash my car until after homecoming, though. You never know... someone might get some bright idea into their head, and decided to do some naughty things to Goo's car. (Lol as I was typing that, I accidentally hit p so it became Goop's Doesn't that look awesome? Goop. Don't start calling me that now!)

But Plumbline was sweet, sweet sweet sweet. Sweet Sweet. I'm loving Plumbline more than ever. And I'm loving being a senior!

Oh wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. There was something significant that happened before school ended, and that was See You At The Pole. I knew see you at the pole was going down, but I didn't know until Alan drove away that I (and Nathan and Kaitlynn and Brent) was supposed to (or were supposed to) anyhow he wasn't doing it. We were. So we had a little thing to follow, but it was almost better that we didn't know until like right then, because then at least I didn't get any jitters, so yeah it came, and went, and went well! So thank the Lord.

Now back to Plumbline. Lots of cool people showed up, fun games, pretty interesting message, pretty good hang out time afterward (except for the awkwardness which only a few of you know about) but the awkwardness remains anonymous. A Nanny Mouse. But Plumbline was uber sweet, and I made $24 an hour wearing a dress. It came out to a total of $2, but it was probably the easiest 2 dollars I have ever made! And, they didn't get a picture of me, so it never happened. Because, if anyone asks in the future, I will say that I just made this up, and I'm telling you this because I really did make it up so ha! Prove it! (But don't ask me to prove it didn't happen, because we learned in Advanced Science that proving the negative is almost impossible, or at least not feasible.) So yeah no proving the negative.

Did I write about wacky hair day yesterday? I think I forgot to mention it. Actually, I can't remember if I did or not, but I went to school with pigtails. Anyhow, my sister taught me how to put in a pony tail then, and I've got a pony tail in right now and its sweet. Feels different, like I don't have hair! (Except for the pulling at the nape of my neck.) (ha, you ape! Apetastic!)

I should be writing the rough draft for my essay of definition. Oh well, so much for that! Maybe I will right now.

Ha, I just started trying to write that essay, and it is waaay too late for that. I really just need to sleep, and do it tomorrow. It isn't that late yet, but I have been a very sleep deprived little child (jk on the little child) lately.

mountainboarding and mr. woracheck

Click here to meet about my incident with a turkey today.


Well, in other news...

Went mountainboarding for a tad bit, but due to several factors such as a)riding same trails over and over b)riding by myself for the past (about) 3 months c)not bringing my most pertinent tool, I decided to go home after only about a half an hour and lift for a while. That was pretty fun, so I think I made the right decision.

I also had an interesting expierience early on in the day when I asked Mr. Worachek for some songs for morning music. If you have read some of the founding Randomer writings, then you know about me and Mr. Worachek. But I ended up getting some medieval songs to go along with the homecoming theme. I'll probably right a big thing about my expieriences with morning music some time soon. But for now, good night.

A crooked tree (Old)

A Crooked Tree

Taken by Goo



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A Tad bit off the wall ::Old Randomer::

A Tad Bit off the Wall

By Goo

Written 9/7/06

There is an upcoming vote on a school referendum soon. The referendum will allow the school to like take off their revenue cap and raise taxes. The whole opinion page this week in the Clark County Press was devoted to that referendum. Now, I don’t have much of an opinion on the whole matter, because I am going to be out of high school by the time it would make any difference. But, on the whole, it sounds good to me.

But the matter of interest which is currently at hand. An editorial was written by a man of initials BE (which should be BS) and it sounded much like all the previous editorials he’s written, which should have initials BS. But this BE stated that everyone should vote no for the referendum due to the fact that teachers are extremely overpaid, stating that teachers salaries range from 42K – 70K, and that the medium household income in the county is like 35K or something like that. He also stated that a couple of teachers had a household income of $133,000. Now ok, let’s just take that at face value... or not.

Now, the odd thing is that all of my teachers continuously complain that they are getting underpaid, even though they have 3 months of vacation per year, and according to BE their income really isn’t that bad. Now how does that work?
Either
a. BE is actually BS
b. Teachers are really whiney
I think that neither of those may be true, all though letter a certainly is the majority of the time. Here’s what I’m thinking:
The reason the median household income is so low is because the majority of the people in the area are sleazy bums that didn’t get a college education or aren’t using it or something, and they’re surviving on well fare and they are too lazy to get off the bums and try to get a better job. No seriously, I work at a grocery store, and I see the type of people who come through there. The majority with small children/infants are on well fare, and lots of the other people are drunks and/or smoke a lot and have low paying jobs. (Or so it appears.) Sure, there are professionals and people with a little bit of dignity, but seriously, all these sleaze balls drag down the median income because they are too lazy to do anything about it. I can tell you that I won’t live that way. Maybe it does have something to do with the economic dead zone that is Clark County, but seriously, I think it is more the citizens fault.

But in the end, those are all opinions and guesses, and where that leaves us in the original “trying to figure out what’s up with the figures” problem, your guess is a good as mine (though mine was a good guess, even if it was a tad bit off the wall.)

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old blog post

I'm sitting in the library during my study hall, and my Accounting 2 class started this stock market competition at wisconsinsms.com, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Brent is explaining it to me, but I think that I'm just bad at it. Maybe if I'd done this before I would have a little bit more of a grasp of what is going on... but at the moment, I am pretty lost.

Hmm, its been a while since I've written a blog. What has happened since last time? Well, Sunday was football at church; that was pretty awesome, except for the part where I got a bloody nose on the last play. I guess that is kinda awesome anyway, though. I always felt out of the loop because I had never had a bloody nose... and now I know what it feels like, and I can say "Yes, I've had a bloody nose before." I also feel really out of the loop because I have never broken a bone before, but I really don't want to be in that loop. I am sure one day membership of the broken bone group will be forced on me, but I will try as hard as possible to remain an outsider.

Not much of significance has happened since then, but tonight I am going to my sister's Cross Country meet. Fun Fun.

Mom's May Sometimes Become Demon-Possessed.

By Jonny K

Sometimes I think that parents, or in this case, especially mothers can become demon-possessed at the oddest of times. The most common is when I'm already getting a talking to and the phone rings. Is this just my house or does this happen to anyone else? "Zachary Jon Krueger! If I have to tell you one more time I'll...*phone rings, phone rings* "Hello...oh hi...yes my day is terrific...sure I'd love to go to....why yes he's right here...no he can't talk right now." I just think its amazing how fast mom's can change moods to talk to people they are not mad at. Wouldn't it be kind of destructive, however, if they didnt' change from pure evil to a sweet tone when the phone rings? its like "...and you go to your room and think about what..*phone rings. phone ri--* "Hello!? What do you want!? What is that supposed to mean?! Well obviously I want half cheese and half pepperoni...yeah he'll pick it up in 15 minutes, and you better have it ready." Poor pizza boy.

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