tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81928281565958455322012-01-25T15:15:55.055-08:00I'm a grade 8 student with a gf in grade 10 and the best guitare playing uncle on earth and I'm doin good, except the part that I still have to face choices I never thought I would have to make. Don't forget that if you want to join my blog, just comment.Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192828156595845532.post-23689906229741896032008-05-04T11:34:00.000-07:002008-05-04T11:47:22.547-07:00I just got a Quad and my brother just got a dirtbike! They are soo fun it's not even funny. But now no-one can ride the dirtbike cause my <em>brother,</em> decided that it would be fun to try to do a backflip and crash! (grrr). Oh well, no I just get to ride the quad more! lol<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192828156595845532-2368990622974189603?l=fangs--blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192828156595845532.post-90778361504068562952008-04-04T12:51:00.000-07:002008-05-02T12:31:14.624-07:00After my last curling game on Saturday we stayed at the bar <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">until</span> about 2:00am and I went into the guys washroom where there were two guys smoking dope and drinking. One guy was wearing a white suite with bleach white hair and the other guy looked like one of the crack addicts of of Grand Theft Auto or something, but they offered me a smoke, and I said no. They also offered me a drink but I also said no to that but they insisted. I ducked underneath the guys arm with the white suite and ran for the door, but the other guy ran <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">in front</span> of me and I ran around him and made it out the door and ran back up to the bar where I asked if I could join in a game I've never played before called "bullshit" and won about two dollars. The rest of the night was fine but that had been my first encounter with something like that.<br /><br />-Fang<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192828156595845532-9077836150406856295?l=fangs--blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192828156595845532.post-75218926402478816282008-04-03T15:10:00.000-07:002008-05-02T12:31:47.836-07:00I can't believe it! For my dads 40th, my mom got him a yellow lab pup! I can't believe it! She is sooo beautiful. I'm going to have to wait and see how much she like our family though. Her and the cat had a go at it in our front entry (funniest thing on earth!). Man I gotta tell ya, my life is looking good! for now.<br /><br />-Fang<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192828156595845532-7521892640247881628?l=fangs--blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192828156595845532.post-51211656911470021462008-04-02T13:12:00.000-07:002008-05-02T12:32:12.582-07:00My old dog was the best dog that I've ever had, and let me tell you, I've had lots of dogs. This dog was different though. This dog, seemed to (plz, don't laugh) understand me. I would always go and sit by him under the big spruce tree in my yard and think about how to get through the next day at school, deal with peer pressure, and worry about friends. Lots of my friends don't make very good choices and I'm going to try to do my best to do good with my life, my only life and have fun at the same time.<br /><br />-Fang<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192828156595845532-5121165691147002146?l=fangs--blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192828156595845532.post-21461374772442759032008-03-31T12:59:00.000-07:002008-05-02T12:31:01.121-07:00"If at the beginning and end of our lives we depend upon others kindness, why the in the middle should we not act kindlt yo others?"<br /><br />-Dalai Lama<br /><br />-Fang<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192828156595845532-2146137477244275903?l=fangs--blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192828156595845532.post-62101453111256949222008-03-26T13:23:00.000-07:002008-05-02T12:32:33.065-07:00Drama queen for a sister? Been there, done that. My sis isn't always being a drama queen though, sometimes she's really nice. But usually around me It's (I Quote) "Ewe! my brother, get, a life". Thats not even that bad, but times that by 6, and imagine that everyday when you sit down to eat breakfast or ask her anything. It adds up. So I've decided to send some of that right back at her. If you were watching you'd probably think it was pretty funny but It's starting to work so I'll keep it up for about another month and see how things are going.<br /><br />-Fang<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192828156595845532-6210145311125694922?l=fangs--blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Fanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04109534664733474175noreply@blogger.com4