My final day of Web Page design.

Today is a sad day.

My departure from this noble class is drawing near. My departure from Kelly Williams is also drawing near.

I've spent many weeks perfecting this blog in hopes that someone could appreciate it, and in hopes that I would get a sufficient grade because of its seemingly decent quality.

Much to my surprise, my performance wasn't up to snuff. My focus on the trials and tribulations of my senior year apparently just wasn't focused enough.

"You need to write blogs about movie reviews or family vacations."

Riddle me this: Who wants to read blogs about movie reviews? And who would want to look at pictures of me posing in a hunting outfit after taking out a 6 point buck in the rockies? Not anybody that I want to be reading my blogs.

So I settled with writing about things that interest me. Things that people would actually want to read. Because when somebody wants movie reviews, the last place they're going to check is a high school student's blog.

I'll probably keep writing blogs after this class is finished, because I actually care about the things I've written here. I enjoy writing things that people want to read. And I doubt you could say the same about anyone else in this ridiculous class. Because those kids have spent the last month or two writing their thoughts while worrying about being heinously graded by a hairy man in the back of the room. That's not writing, and I can't seem to grasp that concept. But I can guarantee that there's not a single other student that would take the time to write a blog as long as this one, or my previous ones.

This is stuff that matters to me. If you can't seem to appreciate it, so be it. But I couldn't appreciate writing about things that make Kelly Williams give me an "A" on an assignment meant to be based around ourselves and things that matter to us.

That's all I've got.

I mailed a letter to president Obama.

It went a little something like this:

Dear Mr. Obama,

I'm requesting the induction of "National Hayden Panettiere is the Hottest girl on the Face of This Freaking Planet Day". Because she is. Congratulations on the whole president thing. Word up.

-Skyler

*see attached photo*


I got a letter back. It said this:

Dear Skyler,

Aight. January 23rd it is. Holla back.

-Obama


As a senior in high school, I have achieved the induction of a new holiday. God bless America.

Little known facts about Kelly Williams:

I had no idea that my beloved teacher had such a triumphant past. Or that he was from the Philippenes. Who would've known that Mr. Williams was a prolific scorer, as well as a "Dunk Artist"? Not this guy.

I've proudly crowned the nickname "Big Willie Style", but I didn't know that his former nicknames consisted of "K-Will" and "Machine Gun".

I'll be sure to ask him about his fast times at MLK High sometime in the near future.

Take a gander:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelly_Williams

Senior picture r-r-r-r-remix!

A little goober named Nick decided to have fun with one of my senior pictures. It's rock n' roll Mcdonald's.

The Ultimate High Five.

This is a video of my friend Spencer and I achieving the greatest high five of all time.

Senior Project documentation.

While out on tour, we stopped to do a photoshoot for Truth Custom drums. It was in the middle of the desert and called for the proper attire.

Cowboy boots handle the warm weather very well, while accentuating my legs at the same time. This is just to show the legitimacy of my senior project and the tasks achieve while on my adventure.

This is my friend BJ. He plays guitar in my band, Upon Beauty Rests. He also works at Hot Topic with me. We get along well. Too well? You be the judge.

Re: Senior pictures

Jeah! Here's one.

Worst day ever.

I overcame many many triumphs this past week.

Due to this glorious blog assignment and the ability to add games to ones blog, I've stumbled upon many entertaining pastimes.

Back when I was a child, I owned a Super Nintendo. This consumed my life. I was a gaming machine. I spent my mornings eating toaster pockets and playing Super Mario Bros.

One might say that this class reincarnated my childhood. It allowed me to reminisce about those saturday mornings after scooby-doo was over.

I sat on this computer and dominated the koopa population with my use of jumping technique and fireballs. My passion hindered my ability to live in the real world for this period. This was enjoyable.

For this entire week, all I've cared about was getting to Bowser. And you know what? I did that yesterday. It was a shining moment in my life.

Then a giant, poopy bombshell was dropped on me. It's called the vision client. I noticed the little "vision client" bubble pop up at the bottom of my screen, but was blinded by the glory of
Super freaking Mario.

Right after I entered the realm of Bowser for the first time, my mouse and keyboard stopped working. I figured, "hey, maybe I just have horrible horrible luck and the computer froze."

That definitely wasn't the case. I had a feeling that the brilliant Kelly Williams had an eye on me. For some reason, I didn't mind. I know that the reason he hadn't busted me previously that week is because he was sucked in by the majestic ways of my mario gameplay.

My game was frozen for a minute or two, and I suddenly hear a smooth voice from the back of the classroom.

"Boo boo boo, I've decided that games are no longer allowed on your blogs. Some sexy students with nice butts have been taking advantage of this feature and I've decided to put an end to it."

I knew I was a target. And I thought to myself, "You know what? Williams obviously took notice to my pink underwear. Seeing as he was checking out my butt. Again. And because I have pink underwear, I'm not going to let this get me down. I'm going to further my friendship with this majestic beast."

And thanks to that, I'm well on my way. I love you, Kelly Williams.

Today was a day of revelation.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

When it comes to school, I'm a fairly reserved fella. I know that Mr. Williams enjoys looking at the back of my head. Today he decided to get smart with me and tell me to sit down, so what do I do?

Confess my love for him.

"You look much like a beautiful flower today, Mr. Williams."

Now, I know that our relationship has had a slow start, but this really sealed the deal for me.

It's strange to know that the semester is coming to a close, which represents my soon absence from this glorious, computer-filled room. But I know that every time I stumble across a beautiful flower, I'll think of Mr. Williams' shining face looking at his computer and mumbling sweet nothings about bitmaps and javascript.

The Genius Returns.

The sparkling sunshine of my life sitting to my left.

No, not you, Mr. Williams. You're to my rear left. I've been situated here so you can look at my fanny on a daily basis. Yes?

Anyway.
My good friend Stephanie Kristen Heil

has spelled yet another word with impeccable accuracy.

I saw on her recent independent P.E. worksheet that she enjoys running, swimming, and "bicicling".

Ya know, like icicling. With a "B" in front of it.

Great girl.

Snow for sho!

Thanks to the glorious snow, we missed an extra week of school.

That's three weeks total. A lot.

There were a bunch of assignments due on the friday before break, but got pushed back to whenever school was in session again.

My new years resolution was to actually get my work done, so of course I proctrastinated and waited to do my assignments last night.

I was up until 2:30 this morning writing about global warming. Ironic? yes.

So I get to school, very excited to turn in my work, and Mr. Linthwaite decides that he'll make it due tomorrow instead. What kind of a joke is that?

Needless to say, I have a free night tonight. Because I'm a good kid who did his work.