First day of school. New faces. New lockers. New classes. New teachers. New experiences.

Kinda bummed I didn't get locker # 111 or 99. I had 55 and 88 last two years and kinda wanted to keep the whole same digit thing going. Oh well, I'll try to pick it up again next year. The new number this year is 139, so drop by sometime and say hey. It's good to be in the smart math this year. We only have 13 people in most of our classes compared to the other "half" which has 25. Small classes are good, especially for reports. And you don't have to wait as long for everyone to finish homework. More on school later.

Mac or PC? This is the question of the century [besides regular vs. goofy (go goofy)] Many people have been blinded and lied to and have chosen a PC. I mean come on, the difference is definitely clear. Its like the diference between and 8-track and a DVD (DVD being a mac). Would you rather being looking at bring two dimensional windows or colorful 3-D windows on a MAC. Example of how good a mac is: family bought a computer in '92. Still works great but it was outdated so we got a new one. That computer lasted 11 years. A computer pro told us we'd have gone through probably 3 PC's in that same time and they still would't be as good as the mac. Proof to you that MACs are way ahead of their time and they hold up great. Why do you think PC companies have to have tech support for their customers? It's because they don't hold up and they have to keep on getting fixed. There is a joke that everyone hates MACs, even hackers. Well it's true. When's the last time you've heard of a virus on a MAC? Very rare. While PC's are quite frequent, macs are so good that hackers and virus writers can't do anything to them. They hate them, they don't make them any money or pleasure at all. Im gonna leave it at that and let you decide for yourself which system is better.

Peace out

This week was all devoted to soccer. Soccer, soccer, soccer. I have seen so much black and white this week I don't know the difference between a penguin and a ball. I just kick it if it's coming at me. I have been drilled so much that when I close my eyes at night my dreams are running around cones. Not only have I been drilled, but I have been running to the point of where I might attempt suicide (that was a joke, so don't call the Crisis Intervention Unit or anything like that). With all this running I'm very thankful for drugs (legal). I just load up on drugs and hope that my muscles become numb during practice. Please don't be sold on to painkillers and go to some rehab place. That would be very bad for the rep of this blog.

School. Need I say anything more? It might be good for you but I really don't like it (I would say hate, but that would be bad for the blog's rep). I have to get up early every morning now, go to school, come home, do homework, go to bed and do it all over again. It gets kinda monotonous after 10 years. More later on the "joys" of school.

Peace out

Ahh... the Olympics. The time every four years when very big woman can crawl out of their Slovekian cave and throw a heavy ball 60-some feet. The time when "nerds" can take their souped up BB guns and hit a target the size of a period at the end of this sentence. The time when women can run around in kilts and whack a ball with a staff. The time when sycronized swimming and trampoline can actually be considered a sport. The time when a little country can be actually heard of by their one and only athlete who represents them. Yes... these are the Olympics. There are some pretty good events going on right now though. Michael Phelps has like 6 medals and 4 are gold already. Paul Hamm aint doing that bad either. That was a pretty exciting night of men's all around. Only an American can fall into a judge then come back and win gold. And only a male gymnast can do the splits. And then there's the pathetic men's bball team. These are supposed to be the best players in the world and they lose to Puerto Rico! Yep, that's Iverson for ya. Back to gymnastics. Those girls are so short. There are not even up to their coach's shoulder. The tallest one was 5' 5". I think they are born that way, and their parents notice their small height and know they won't be able to do much so they ship them off to gymnast school were they live for like years. Cause these girls are tiny. Very small. Midget-like. To the point of abnormal. Yes they are very small. I should take a job as an insult comic (all I need to do is get the funny part down). Well that's the Olympics for you. More later once track and field starts.

Go Cubs!!

Peace out

Be patient my public. These works of art (posts) take a while to conceive. And I have had more output than other blogs I know. I am off to Indiana tonight to see family. Will not be back until Sunday so do not expect any more posts until then. But in the meantime if you need something special like an autograph or a homecooked meal email me using the wonders of the modern day internet (bmjeritch@provide.net). But for now I must keep my public waiting then I will post after my stay in the wonderfully flat land of Indiana.

This line has been stuck in my head all day so I thought I mine as well get it stuck in your heads too: "The stars shine bright tonight above Allen Park. And who are the stars?" "We are the stars!". Ahh... the wonderful days of NBT. To be reminisced upon later in life. So be patient and speak softly but carry a big stick. I'll leave you the weekend to figure that one out.

Peace out

Sleep over was crazy. Whoever thought that there were so many video games? Of course me, with my mad gaming skill conquered them all. NOT! I am so stinkin terrible at video games I've pretty much given up playing them. I thought I would do pretty decent in the ever-popluar classic "Super Smash Bros." (Super Smacker). But yet I was wrong and I got defeated by Caleb in a disappointing score of 5-1 (I like to look at the happy side of it: it wasn't a shut out). Moving on in the tournament I decided to play Street. Did terrible the first game. Won the second game and proved a fact: no white boy can dunk good (stupid Kidd). Not that I was out of the tournament I decided to watch others beat their games in like twenty minutes as I try to figure out how to shoot the stupid puck in NHL. Yeah, that was cool. Me and Brandon were being demolished (don't i just make it sound so bad?) by Smith and Byers. Then we caught on to the game and starting closing the gap in each game. After our like 7th game we decided to pull our goalie to get the extra help. Well they decide to pull their's too. No problem we thought. Well in like 5 seconds they score. And then they score again. And again. So we put our goalie back in. And they score again. We only scored on their empty net 4 times. The final score was something like 19- 6.

Only got like 3 hours of sleep the whole night (or morning). Then I went to the Tally's for swimming. But it turned out they'd all rather play Halo then enjoy fresh excersise. And yeah, you guessed it, I came in last every time we played except for one. But by then it didnt matter. After Tally's it was off to softball playoffs. Stayed like two minutes then went off to Wyandotte to see this wakeboarding thingy. Unfortunately, we missed it because my mom didn't look to see what time it was. So it was off to home. Then to hear the bad news that the team was out of the playoffs. Then to do nothing until Monday.

And here we are on this cheery Monday. I volunteered at NBT to work on the buses. Left at 8:30 to pick up the kids. Dropped them off and waited for them to sign in. Then I got chosen to help with the little fourth graders. Man, those kids are crazy. We had to sit and make sure they behaved and lead the songs for them and tell them where to go. Finally we got to "rally time" and i thought it would be a little easier, but, as usual, I was wrong. It got worse and worse and worse. Kids won't stop talking, they're hitting each other, ripping off their wrist bands, and trying to leave the gym. Finally, we got to take the kids home and end the day. Well that was my weekend plus a Monday.

Peace out