Monday, April 8, 2013

Apologies: I Am A Middle School Boy

I love pranks. And chicken nuggets. And dinosaurs. And acting like a dinosaur. And running like a T-Rex. And corn dogs. And Lord of the Rings memes.

It really goes on and on. 

But I love pranks. I wouldn't consider myself to be an expert prankster who creates elaborate and complicated booby traps, but I am a pretty decent liar. Which I have heard is a good qualification for full-time missionaries? 

So this is me saying I am sorry Logan. I am sorry I told you my sister was having twin boys. And I am sorry I let you believe that lie for over 24 hours. Sorry I made you call her at 11 at night to congratulate her. And I am sorry for getting in a one-sided water/spitting war with you. Most of all, I am sorry you biked off in a huff...and that I giggled about it for a ridiculous amount of time afterwards. 

hehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehehe.... but it's still funny. 

Before the Falling-Out. 
And now some more male prepubescent characteristics I have accumulated over my lifetime. 

Did I mention that I like dinosaurs? There is a building full of them on campus. Such a wonderland. 
I saved this picture under "Cute" on my computer. Pretty much sums it up. 
****I will accept a Baby-Tractor as a gift anytime, anywhere. Or a ride in one. Or a picture of one.***

Your mother is taking a nap in the sun. What do you do? If you are me, you cover her in seaweed and then shriek, "LEECHES! LEECHES! GET OUT OF THE WATER!"
 Pachycephalosaurus shenanigans.


If you are bored I will gladly rub food all over my face. 

My middle school-aged brother and I get along great. And before you get concerned about the fate of my nose, this was my idea of a "dope picture". 

I contracted this horrific injury rock climbing. But don't worry I bragged about it for days afterwards to my friends. Which is something twelve year old boys tend to do on a regular basis. 
A recent To-Do list of mine. High expectations= high outcomes. 
To all fellow middle school boys; Puberty won't last forever, but immature poop jokes and fast-food lovin' will. 

Rock on suckas. 

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