Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Favorite Author and last book I read

I don't read. I read a book in 6th grade and it was called Taran Wanderer. It was kinda cool. That's the only book that I even remotely remember. It was by Lloyd Alexander.

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Monday, February 8, 2010

My Favorite Smell

Oh my gosh Rachael. I love this stuff called dragonfruit. It's this really cool extract and its in my shampoo and it's the best smelling shampoo in the world. I like the smell of hand sanitizer. Cinnamon scents suck. So do apple scents. Cinnamon Apple scents must be really, really bad. I like the smell of brown sugar. But I hate the smell of warm/burnt sugar. It's pretty nastay. This is not a funny blog, sorry dudes.

I'm Adam Oyler. Thanks for watching television.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

My favorite hobby(s)

Bothering Mrs. Hoeme is hilarious. Excuse me, her name is Rachael. Everyone who reads this has to call her Rachael. I like blogging now. It's fun to make it as borderline offensive as possible. I like Facebook too. I like to become a fan of random phrases that appear now and then. Maybe even the occasional Lee Richardson Zoo Rocket. I like sports. Except I get injured. I busted my wenis one time playing chess. I haven't played sports since, I've been so traumatized by it.
I like playing video games. And hatin' (discriminating). It's funny. Yer a idiot. <---discrimination

Monday, February 1, 2010

My dream vacation

Away. Period. Idk my bff jill.... hows abouts somewhere with australian chicks. Like Australia. If I feel like laughing all the time, I'll go to that one place. Canadia. Everyone there is practically American anyways. 'Cept they eat thems french fries with vinegar. Das weird.

No way I'm going to Mexico. What with them tacos and bad plumbing. Besides, I like bathing once in a while. Maybe even having a clean glass of water (Both of which on account of the bad plumbing, not meant to offend.). Mexican food is the greatest food in the world. It makes me fart, though.

I would go to England, but all the people there are not attractive (in my opinion). I once heard that all the people in Europe are no more than 10 generations apart in relation. Coincidence? (In an unrelated topic) Does a bear poop in the woods? These questions may have similar answers. It depends on your definition of wood. They're probably smarter than us. On a somber note, they ended slavery first (geniuses).

JK people. I would go just about anywhere. I'm tired of that one place. America.

I'm Adam Oyler. Thanks for watching television.

Best Memory

I'm not gonna go into this. It's way too early on to tell about my best memory.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Don't read this blog!

And look, you're reading it. That's why this post is over Reverse Psychology. In short, you tell someone to do something, they do the opposite; or, perhaps you tell someone NOT to do something, and they do it. I honestly don't wanna delve into the many scientific or behavioral reason why it happens. I asked some of my classmates about this... I heard about a disorder from my teacher. Oppositional defiance; pretty self-explanatory. But why? I guess people are doing that to symbolize their independence. Like my parents - whenever I would blattantly do something against their will, they would say that I was metaphorically slapping them in the face. I guess that's what it's all about. You want to prove yourself metaphorically. Reverse Psychology is just wierd. I'm Adam Oyler. Thanks for watching television.

Friends

Friends. Why would I be friends with you? You need a personality. I've made mistakes in the past; talking to friends, and them replying, "that's lovely", or even just "sweet". Great personality guys, and I'm definitely not being sarcastic. Oh yeah, and that's another thing; sarcasm. Get some. Actually, no, don't.
My friends are pretty confidential. I don't hear about what I did weeks, or even days before from people whom have been told by my friends, and that's nice. I'll never be friends with someone who's obnoxious. Perhaps they can be obnoxious, they just need to learn to control themselves. Some of my friends don't know when NOT to say something. Alot of my friends are incredibly possessive, and use it against me, usually at their house. "Don't touch my guitar", or "This is my house" are common phrases heard at their houses. I'm glad I don't do that. Haha. That reminds me of naggers.
Anyways, I'm generally friends with everyone. I don't really buy into the whole clique idea. I generally hang out with whomever. Thanks for reading...