Shhh Guys, I'm at school

Hai Guys! 

So I think that today I am going to start off by giving you a Dr. Who quote to think about, just because it is pretty freaking fantastic. 

"There's a corpse by the woods" "What sort of corpse" "A dead one, what other sort is there?"

Now please tell me that wasn't fantastic. 
Alright now for the description of the title my fellow blogians. I'm actually at school! Like seriously guys, even though right now I feel terrible, want to throw up and just go home, I am still at school! And you want to know something amazing? It sucks. I'm so officially tired of this place, all the stress that they put on us and how uncaring everyone is. I think the only person that I can trust here besides my friends is my dean, Mr. Kawlra. He is just fantastic, he let me stay in his office and just chill out for a period when I really needed it and all I can do is thank him for it. So even though he isn't reading it I would like to take a moment out of my blog to thank Mr. Kawlra for being awesome and letting me eat the chewy bar in his room. 
So even though I am at school, I really shouldn't be, they don't like us on websites that aren't educational. BUT FRANKLY (I feel like I've said that a lot today in school, because we were talking about my least favourite person in the entire world. 
Kaitlin. 
Oh god I can't believe I just let her terrible and dirtly whorish name touch a spot on my blog. I feel the need to cross that out. To bad I don't know how. (also my apologies to those who don't like the fact that I swore.)
Anyways in changing the subject off of terrible things I think that tomorrow will be a somewhat better day. I may or may not be able to talk/see my best friend (I don't really know what else to call him, maybe something more than a best friend) Dan (Dr. (W)horrible) tomorrow. Which would be totally awesome if we could like hang out for a while, because I have a later curfew on Fridays then I do on Tuesdays (which was the last day we hung out) 
ANYWAYS
I hope you all enjoyed reading what goes on in my mind when I'm at school and how much I dislike this place.

Have a wonderful day

Peace in (not out) and keep being oddsome
Max 

Being Sick and the Power of French Onion Soup and Scones

Hai Guys!

So today I stayed home sick from school, because I was dying and really tired and all the terrible things that can go wrong did. But in the process of being sick I had a rather great day.
I learned how to plug a car tire thanks to my dad, along with that I learned how to check the PSI of the tires and theoretically how to jump a car... theoretically, I have my doubts that I could do it in real life. 
And then when I got home my mother started making French Onion soup, and I realized that everything was going to get better. I don't really understand it but soup when you don't feel good...it just makes everything okay again, even if everything still sucks. If that made sense raise your hand! 
After everyone left me and I was home alone I decided that making scones would be the most brilliant idea ever. My friend Dan (Dr. (w)horrible) was supposed to come and eat them with me but because he didn't have the car I guess I shall just have to eat them all myself. Such a pity. 
Now have you ever just spent so much time talking to one person and just felt freakin' happy afterwards? I mean you don't even need to like like that person, but if someone holds a 4 hour conversation with you and you enjoy the entire time? Its pretty freaking amazing.  
Lack of sleep is one of the main reasons I'm always tired. 
So today I wrote a poem, and I would love to share it with all of you. Its in it's draft stages so PLEASE don't judge too harshly 
and I don't have a title...but here it is 

Sun-burnt skin, decorated with pearls
dances along my hand
such sweet symphony is this burden
a creation that hides everything 
The world is so dark, yet 
the sun is everlastingly bright 
sweet kisses, gorging upon an intake of breath
for those who are lost behind the gasp
the many days left alone to fester 
to rot 
to grow?
why. it is merely a question asked of us all 
for someone who dreams to often
it is calling for them to say yes
for them to be alive 
fireworks upon my face, burning their designs into my being 
this, my love, is the world as it will be 
words called from afar in anger 
bursts of hate brought upon by themselves
this is life as it will be
this is life at its finest.
How. it is merely a question asked of us allfor those who cannot live a life of love 
it is calling them to run
for them to hide away. 
Shimmers in the corners of my eyes, sparkling in the past 
you see, my dear, there is more hidden then you shall ever understand
who. a question that is asked of us all
for those who refuse to see the world 
it is calling them to open up
to expose their musty pages to the sun 
and throw their history like dust to the wind
to remember, to forget. 
Splotches on my skin, shaking with hands that are eager to learn
and yet you wonder, darling, of what lies beneath the surface
what. a question that is asked of us all 
for anyone that dares to ask 
it calls for them to set down the pen and look around the world 
to let go of the wires and the code 
it is a question that I cannot answer for you my love 
child of mine, carry my heart into the sun 
Smile for the days that everything changes 
wish upon the world and hope that those fireworks never land again
to burn into our souls 
for that sun-burnt skin
those pearls with simple decorum 
is what we have grown to know in this cold world.

Hope you enjoyed, I would love feedback on this one. Remember its supposed to be more slam than anything. So put some sort of rhythm to the rhyme when you read it 

Have a wonderful day guys!
Peace in (not out) and keep being oddsome 

Max