Fortunately, the title of this post couldn't be more misleading. Despite wind storms and tornado warnings, there is very little if any damage in NC to date. However, there is still the problem of the absence of Twinkies in the nearby Walmart (it is NOT illegal to sell endangered foods).
Recently, I've been swamped (figuratively) with homework and projects from my two AP classes and Honors Physics. Hopefully, with some luck and a couple cups of coffee, I will be able to finish everything that is due on Friday for school. In other news, I do believe that we are reaching the 250 post mark (halfway to a new album from D.R.A.C.S.!) so if I were, oh I don't know, one of the other 8 blog contributors (counting myself... I think), I would start posting some stuff.
In other news, I have started to recruit some voices for a possible animation series..... idk
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 28, 2013
Party, Vlog, and other stuff
Because it is the second semester and we are all bored as heck, a couple friends of mine have another party planned on the 9th. We haven't really decided where we're going to have it this time but I can assure you that it will be just as awesome as any of the other parties we've had (it's kind of like our guarantee).
I have kind of started a vlog series on the D.R.A.C. YouTube channel (which is still named frostthechao1 for some strange reason), so if you want to check it out, go to the channel and click uploaded videos). Let me know if you like, dislike, or really just don't care at aaron.mckenzie101@gmail.com.
In other news, I have absolutely no voice right now and my eye gets this pangs of pain at random times of the day. I am also still single so I will most likely be continuing the AISS series on Jahn Flipnotes. Enjoy!
I have kind of started a vlog series on the D.R.A.C. YouTube channel (which is still named frostthechao1 for some strange reason), so if you want to check it out, go to the channel and click uploaded videos). Let me know if you like, dislike, or really just don't care at aaron.mckenzie101@gmail.com.
In other news, I have absolutely no voice right now and my eye gets this pangs of pain at random times of the day. I am also still single so I will most likely be continuing the AISS series on Jahn Flipnotes. Enjoy!
Jan 24, 2013
New Classes
New classes!!!!! With the exception of Ile (middle school), Hex Shadows and Vin (out of High School), and Autumn Hex (who graduated early.... lucky). I've got A.P. US History for first period, which seems to be a crapload of work and bulls***. For second period (right now), I was supposed to have Librarian Assistant, but I was relegated (or promoted) to Attendance Office Assistant. Kind of an easy flow, lots of paperwork. For third, I have Honors Physics with, you guessed it, the infamous Mr. Bell. For those of you that haven't heard my plaintive cries of pain and discontent from the days of PreCalculus, Mr. Bell is the billion dollar math/science teacher. And for 4th, I have AP Art. Go figure. What about you guys? What new classes/teachers do you have this semester?
Nov 8, 2012
Car Wreck
I need to write this down before it becomes too blurry for it to have the same impact.
I was wearing a gray long sleeve v-neck under my leather jacket; I was wearing some black fingerless gloves that I had made from an old pair of mix-matched black gloves that had resided in the living room closet for too long and some light-blue, white paint splattered jeans. Jonah was wearing some blue jeans, a long sleeve green t-shirt, and his black coat; a gray toboggan and matching gloves were laying next to him on the seat. I was just coming back from the Dollar Store where I was checking on a job application with Jonah, after we had finished lunch at McDonald's. Jonah had a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets and a hot fudge sundae and I had a two cheeseburger meal with a large carmel frappe. We were at the three-way intersection of Davidson Highway and Winecoff School Road- the one with the blinking yellow turn signal. I had let a couple cars past before I looked to see if anyone else was coming: there was a small gray car- a Flex or a Fit or whatever- but it was a good distance away and I thought it was going to slow down. Three quarters of the way through the intersection, there was a loud, almost stereotypical crash sound and the world turned gray as I felt my body get jerked. There was smoke and glass all over the place and the smell of burnt rubber and chemicals filled my nose. I remember looking at the airbag deflate, and hearing the sound of Jonah moving. I turned around to look at Jonah and-
I have to take a moment to gather my thoughts here because this is the worst part about the accident. Not the fact that my car was totaled, not the fact that I probably had a concussion, not the fact that I had no idea how we were going to be able to pay for this or the insurance after this; no, the worst possible thing about this accident is what I'm going to describe next.
Jonah was turning away from the window and there was a look of absolute, ice cold fear in his eyes. There was deep tears in the side of his face and you could see the white bone and red flesh underneath and the flaps of skin that were left were hanging from the side of his face. I watched with a look of absolute terror and nausea as my 8 year old brother's face scrunch up as he felt the blood run down his face and he slowly lifted his right hand and touched the side of his face and screamed. Grabbing the door handle, I pushed the door open and ran to the driver's side rear door and ripped it open and half leapt/half crawled over the seat to him. I immediately put my hand over the gashes and, screaming and quivering, I told him over and over again "I love you Jonah" "I'm so sorry" "You're going to be alright" "I didn't ever mean for this to happen" "I'm sorry" "Jonah". And then I looked past his broken face to see a Mexican American or Hispanic lady in a black car with silver rims and all of the sudden I started screaming "Help me" over and over and over and over and over again. The lady looked like she typed something into a phone and then she drove off and I went hysterical screaming for somebody, anybody to help me, that he was only 8 years old and that he had never done anything to deserve this. It felt like hours before somebody pulled me off of him and I was thrust back into the cold air and there was a couple of strong men who tending to my brother and I just lost it. I started to scream that this supposed to never happen, that Jonah shouldn't have gotten hurt and why wasn't I hurt, I was the one driving and that this was just a dream, a nightmare, it wasn't real and I bit myself over and over again to wake myself and a woman told me that Jonah needed me to be strong and then I went over there and I told Jonah that it was just a small cut and soon as we get done at the doctor's, they'll take us home and well finish that level on the video game you were telling me about in McDonald's, you remember McDonald's, don't you? and please tell me you remember McDonald's, Jonah, Please tell me you remember and then I would lose all conception of control and go over to the phone pole and yell at myself and the car and then go back to Jonah. I tried desperately to call 911 but all I could get was 335 and then 334 and then 944 and finally 911 and then it was all I could do to scream at the man on the line and make out the words of intersection of Davidson highway and Winecoff before I accidentally hung up on him and then I tried to call my mom, calling everyone else on the contact list and then finally screaming when she picked up. By some miracle, she made it before the ambulance left and I rode in the ambulance telling Jonah that I was so sorry so sorry and telling my mom that I never meant for this to happen and that I should of been hurt because I was the one driving and if anything was to be blamed for, it was my fault and I should be the one punished.
When Jonah went into surgery, my Mom asked me who's blood was on my hands and I broke down again because I realized that my brother's blood was on my hands: I was the one who hurt him this way.
I was wearing a gray long sleeve v-neck under my leather jacket; I was wearing some black fingerless gloves that I had made from an old pair of mix-matched black gloves that had resided in the living room closet for too long and some light-blue, white paint splattered jeans. Jonah was wearing some blue jeans, a long sleeve green t-shirt, and his black coat; a gray toboggan and matching gloves were laying next to him on the seat. I was just coming back from the Dollar Store where I was checking on a job application with Jonah, after we had finished lunch at McDonald's. Jonah had a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets and a hot fudge sundae and I had a two cheeseburger meal with a large carmel frappe. We were at the three-way intersection of Davidson Highway and Winecoff School Road- the one with the blinking yellow turn signal. I had let a couple cars past before I looked to see if anyone else was coming: there was a small gray car- a Flex or a Fit or whatever- but it was a good distance away and I thought it was going to slow down. Three quarters of the way through the intersection, there was a loud, almost stereotypical crash sound and the world turned gray as I felt my body get jerked. There was smoke and glass all over the place and the smell of burnt rubber and chemicals filled my nose. I remember looking at the airbag deflate, and hearing the sound of Jonah moving. I turned around to look at Jonah and-
I have to take a moment to gather my thoughts here because this is the worst part about the accident. Not the fact that my car was totaled, not the fact that I probably had a concussion, not the fact that I had no idea how we were going to be able to pay for this or the insurance after this; no, the worst possible thing about this accident is what I'm going to describe next.
Jonah was turning away from the window and there was a look of absolute, ice cold fear in his eyes. There was deep tears in the side of his face and you could see the white bone and red flesh underneath and the flaps of skin that were left were hanging from the side of his face. I watched with a look of absolute terror and nausea as my 8 year old brother's face scrunch up as he felt the blood run down his face and he slowly lifted his right hand and touched the side of his face and screamed. Grabbing the door handle, I pushed the door open and ran to the driver's side rear door and ripped it open and half leapt/half crawled over the seat to him. I immediately put my hand over the gashes and, screaming and quivering, I told him over and over again "I love you Jonah" "I'm so sorry" "You're going to be alright" "I didn't ever mean for this to happen" "I'm sorry" "Jonah". And then I looked past his broken face to see a Mexican American or Hispanic lady in a black car with silver rims and all of the sudden I started screaming "Help me" over and over and over and over and over again. The lady looked like she typed something into a phone and then she drove off and I went hysterical screaming for somebody, anybody to help me, that he was only 8 years old and that he had never done anything to deserve this. It felt like hours before somebody pulled me off of him and I was thrust back into the cold air and there was a couple of strong men who tending to my brother and I just lost it. I started to scream that this supposed to never happen, that Jonah shouldn't have gotten hurt and why wasn't I hurt, I was the one driving and that this was just a dream, a nightmare, it wasn't real and I bit myself over and over again to wake myself and a woman told me that Jonah needed me to be strong and then I went over there and I told Jonah that it was just a small cut and soon as we get done at the doctor's, they'll take us home and well finish that level on the video game you were telling me about in McDonald's, you remember McDonald's, don't you? and please tell me you remember McDonald's, Jonah, Please tell me you remember and then I would lose all conception of control and go over to the phone pole and yell at myself and the car and then go back to Jonah. I tried desperately to call 911 but all I could get was 335 and then 334 and then 944 and finally 911 and then it was all I could do to scream at the man on the line and make out the words of intersection of Davidson highway and Winecoff before I accidentally hung up on him and then I tried to call my mom, calling everyone else on the contact list and then finally screaming when she picked up. By some miracle, she made it before the ambulance left and I rode in the ambulance telling Jonah that I was so sorry so sorry and telling my mom that I never meant for this to happen and that I should of been hurt because I was the one driving and if anything was to be blamed for, it was my fault and I should be the one punished.
When Jonah went into surgery, my Mom asked me who's blood was on my hands and I broke down again because I realized that my brother's blood was on my hands: I was the one who hurt him this way.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 6, 2012
Jonah just said: " I can take a few more years of ...
Jonah just said: " I can take a few more years of Obama as president, why cant these people?" Luv it!
Oct 9, 2012
Internet Meme Contest Winners
The Internet meme contest ends and the winner is... no one. No one entered. Way to go.
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