The end and beginning of a hoobby.

Long ago, my mother left a people magazine on the kicthen counter. I was in a hurry that day because I was very hungry that afternoon and I really wanted dinner. I thought that I saw a carrot under the magazine so I threw the drecthed book on to floor and found a of peice orange construction paper on the counter. Well, I ate it anyway, it needed a little bit of butter, but it was still descint. Then, I looked on the ground and found the people magazine opened to a crossword about Kevin Bacon. I picked up the book and read the crossword and I said "Hey, this easy." I looked at the hint for 6 across "15 across movie, Foot____". Then I said "Man, it's my lucky day!". I took out my pen from shirt pocket, which was weird because I wasn't wearing a shirt. I started to finish the crossword. It was pretty easy, I have to say. About an hour after I started, I only had one left. 39 across. Beads of sweat streamed down my face as I read the discription. "'Where's the ____?' (catch phrase)". Immediatly I thought the answer was beef, but sadly the word did not fit. I breathed heavily. I never found out what the answer to that discription, but after I but down that magazine, I swore that I would finish every crossword I did for the rest of my life. Then, I threw the magazine across the room and it broke a window. Then, there was an awkward silence, because what I did was kind of un neccesary. The following Christmas, that year, my mother got me a T.v Guide book of crosswords, because she must of heard me screaming about my vow to finish every crossword for the rest of my life. I never really started any of those crosswords, because I was too preoccupied with with my mom's car keys. But, when I got the opportunity to go to camp, I found a perfect oppotunity to finish all my crosswords. So I took the book to the camp and thought that I would be able to finish them at night while everyone's getting ready for sleep. Butthat wasn't possible due to a german who wouldn't shut up. You know who you are. I tryed to do them during Tuck and Bunk time, but a blonde Robert Alexander thought that that time was an opportunity to play golf with a stick and a roll of tape. Figures. I wanted to do them during other free times through out the week, but my duties as song writer held me back from my dreams to be the best cross word solver in the world. When I got home from camp at the end of that week, I found myself in a fit of rage after I found an unfinished crossword puzzle in my book. That day I vowed to never to start a Cross word puzzle as long as I live unless it's a life or death expeirience! That was a troubled day for me. But the next day was even more troubled, as I found myself at the end of my pitiful ropes, looking for a new hobby to waste my time with. I couldn't find a way to figure out a new hobby, so I took it up with my elders or people who I found on the streets for the idiot person. Many of the people I talked to either pretended that they didnt speak english or give me advice that I didn't need, like for example, a man in sunglasses told me that it was a good to sit at the back of the theatre when I go to movies, rather than sitting at the front, because at the front hightens my chances of getting whiplash. But there was one wise man that told me that sollitaire is the best way to exersize my brain muscles. He told me that his father was a very wise man and he tought him the magic of sollitaire. That reminded me of a great thing that my father tought me, which was how to put a cold cut on my face and eat it without using any hands. Well anyway, I took the mans advice and took a deck of cards from my brother's dresser droor. But then, I realized that the man didn't teach me how to set up the game with a deck of cards, but how to work a computer. I had already knew how to work a computer, so I slept through that lecture. Frankly I didn't know why the heck he was giving me the lecture in the first place. I mean, what the hell does a working a computer have to do with sollitaire and then I remembered that there was a way to play games on the computer. "Maybe that program will let me play sollitaire," I thought and fair enough, it did. So I started to play the game and soon I started to get the hang of it and soon I started to win all the games I played and soon I started bragging to my friends about my acomplishments and soon I'll stop saying and soon. Many people asked me, "How many games of sollitaire can one win in a life time?" and my answer to that quesstion is "Kind of, In a sence of what good in evil," if that makes any sence to you, because it didn't to me. I pretty much thought of a bunch of words and put it on paper and read it to anyone who asked me the question. So, anyway about a week after I took up sollitaire, I began getting sick of sollitaire and it's idiot ways of getting into my mind and playing tricks on me. And one day, as I listened to Pinball wizard by Elton John and talked to a friend from camp on msn messenger, I was playing sollitaire and just got fet up with it. So I told the person I was talking to that I quit sollitaire and if I ever try to play ever again, I swore that I would lock myself in a tupperware container and have some one throw over Niagra Falls. Now I'm going to conclude by saying that I am writing this blog in a tupperware container with a laptop while floating across the border into buffalo.