Nature was My Third Parent

Nature was my third parent.

It baffled me and bewildered me that I could create something .

From a simple process with my own hands.

But I did not dwell on my amazement .

And I understood it immediately.

Since then i've always had a respect for Nature

It's the only perfect thing.

How We Roll

It's winter! Children are baking cookies and parents are buying presents for Christmas.

 Laszlo House Winter: I'm going to give you the good stuff first.

There's always the tradition of Christmas morning cinnamon rolls, candy on the trees, and presents and joy. Then there's also laughing at tacky Christmas specials, fighting with your siblings, and parents' present preparations.

In this house, about two weeks before Christmas, no one can go downstairs, unless someone broke their leg and my mom left the phone downstairs.

There's always going to be present preparations. In this house, there is never a bad present. If there is, suck it up and say thanks.

And, later in the winter, there's also the snow.

Of course, we're not allowed to throw snowballs at the littles, which is what we call our little siblings. But when me and Henry get into it, it's warfare.
 
Winter 101, in the Laszlo family house.

Sneaky Squashes

One day, I'm just sitting down, playing on the computer, and then my mom calls me down. And I'm like, "Am I in trouble, what's going on?" I don't know.

She takes me outside and shows me my garden. Wow, Mom. Plants. Big thing.

Then, she lifts up one of the leaves and I see this huge, and I mean HUGE (I never saw this, and I've had my garden for a while) white pumpkin. So, my brain is trying to process this, and the first thing that pops into my mind is that as soon as I dumped all those cucumber seeds into my garden, someone sneakily switched them out with pumpkin seeds. But as my brain narrows it down, it becomes more logical. Then, finally, it pops in. It was all the pumpkin seeds in the compost!

It's so weird how I've had this garden for three months, and these huge pumpkins grew behind my back. Like No big deal, we're just going to grow here. Oh, here he comes! Hide!"

I'm pretty disappointed in my garden for not growing cucumbers, but I'm also happy and proud. So, the moral of the story: Always double check your garden, because a ninja might have switched out your cucumber seeds with squash seeds.

Sneaky squashes are a force to be reckoned with.

A Masterpiece of Words

For our project, we need to file and sand boards. When I look at them, I get a sweet feeling, like love, right at the beginning.

 A lot of projects can be fun. They can start out good. They can end well. Some of them can even fail. But when you fail, you just gotta know how to pick yourself back up again. This project is going to be an art show with my mom. We're going to try and paint fifteen paintings apiece. It's going to be lots of fun. My brother will make make pastries and snacks.

But really, it's not about making money, or having a reason to make a party. For people who paint the stuff, it's about letting everything out. Letting out your expressions into art. To the artist, it's really just about being yourself. He or she has to put dedication into making people happy to be there.

We're all caged, and there's only one key for each of us, to get us out: when we figure out what we want to do when we grow up. It's not that easy for an artist. An artist has to figure out what he's going to do when he grows up, when what he wants to do most is be himself. End of story.

The Calling of Autumn

I love our Magnolia tree this time of year. 
I feel like the bare branches are like billions of fingers, reaching out to me, all connected to one hand. The fingers, getting weaker as the wind brushes by them. 
The fingers fall off. 
The leaves, like skin flakes, growing and regrowing. 
The leaves like a million tiny moving beetles, crawling around toppling over each other. 
The hollow branches, the wind whistling through the bark. 
As if the wind is calling out to the tree. 
It says, "Your cycle is almost over. The cycle of your existence."

Letting a Friend Go

If my mom hasn't already posted this on Facebook, my friend T. recently told me he's moving away. So, I wanted to talk about that stage of life. Letting a friend go,  having a pet die. That kind of stuff.

Me and my friend T. were one of the best of friends. We would always fight, we would always skateboard, we would always find a way to make stuff happen.

I'm sure all of the grown-ups of the world have dealt with this too. Even if something went wrong between you and your friend, it would always take less than an hour to solve it.

Letting go is never easy to do. It's called moving on. We all have to do it. You know it has to happen and you can't do much about it. You just gotta accept it. It was bound to happen.

Hope you like New Mexico, Dude.

Thomas Laszlo: Tennis Player

A long time ago, I was a dull, broken, knife, in a dark alleyway, with a tattered, broken, tennis ball. Then, I saw a light! It was my dad, and he BLACKSMITED me into a broad sword that could cut through the toughest steel.

       And that's the day there was born a tennis player.

A New Life

RIP

Here lies Thomas Laszlo, the nine year old. He has shed his shell and is a brand new person. He is a ten year old! The nine year old you all knew and loved is now a brand new person. And he has new special powers!

LIKE: Get cans and go to the store by yourself!
OR: get on a bus with your brother and go to the mall without your parents!
And, mainly? THE BEST: DRINK HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP ALL DAY!!

It feels great to be ten. As I said, I am mature enough to go to the store by myself. I'm a decade old. In the last ten years, I learned Geometry and I learned never to drink Mountain Dew in front of C, my friend who loves Mountain Dew. He's five years ahead of me, so I learned that the hard way.

 And I also made it so that Laszlo's birthday is on my birthday. I declared that officially, in thine Britishith Army Accentith.

I'm trying to think of something we could do for Laszlo, besides the chew stick that mom gave him.  For his birthday, I bet he'd like to go to Mexico, where they'd have Laszlo food and he can hop around and be warm, because it's scorching there.

Anyway, thanks for all of the happy birthday wishes, guys.

The Meaning of a Holiday

People are never satisfied. It's like "Oh, cool, I just got something. Oh, now it's really old. Now I want something else." I don't want to sound all goth here or anything, but what is the point to anything in your life? Sure, you enjoy stuff, but it's all just going to get flushed down the toilet someday.

Enjoyment is just something you feel. Enjoyment has no purpose. And yet, we all still have something we feel must accomplish in life. And it all is to live, and pass on our race for generations. We were put on this planet for a reason. Damn scientists still haven't discovered what it is. I guess it's to keep the universe from being empty of civilization.

It's funny. I like to think of Santa Claus more like a creature of an endangered species, that lives on Neptune, with the Tooth Fairy and Easter Bunny.

List of presents I got:

Skateboard: From my dad. I still can't thank him enough.
T-shirt
Tiny toy van full of candy
Book
Birdhouse kit
Mug

To the world, Merry Christmas!

Holiday Experience

This blog post is about what people are like on different holidays.

Thanksgiving: The only thing people want to do is constantly, politely, ask for the gravy, and hog all the turkey. And mothers are obsessed with getting the house clean and ready for themselves to dirty it up again.

Thanksgiving, in my eyes, is a pretty good holiday.

Christmas: It's the only time of year where all children wake up at the crack of dawn, and are allowed to wake up their parents, so they can fall on their asses down the stairs, because they think it's fun. And they get presents from "Santa."

Santa, wink wink

People tell children there's a Santa in this world and he brings you presents if you're good.
And, somewhere in those children's sixties, they get to know who Santa really was. And then, that's right when they know that there is no Santa, when they stop getting presents for "being good." It's like telling someone they're adopted before their final words. It's cruel.

Christmas is an okay holiday.

No folks, I did not leave out Hanukkah: Kind of like Christmas, although you already start out with toys. And there is no corny thing making you be good for your parents. Hanukkah is actually more than one day. It ends after all seven candles are blown out.

One of the best parts is the Hanukkah tops, the dreidels. It's a fun little game.

I don't know much about Hanukkah, but it sounds fun to celebrate.

Halloween: You get free candy. What can I say? Pretty badass!

Wait, it gets better! Unlike all of the other holidays, like Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter (no offense, Hanukkah) you can actually have PARTIES, where there are games, like bobbing for apples. (never tried it.)

 Halloween is a pretty fun holiday, until you go to one of those houses where someone's a jackass and scares you in the middle of the candy-giving.

There's also TPing. Now, TPing can't be done unless you have rotten eggs, to stick the TP to. In case you're wondering what TP stands for, it stands for toilet paper.

Easter: The worst part about it, is when your parents use real eggs. Because, if they use real eggs, and you don't find them in time, they start smelling bad. And your parents forget because they're watching the Daily Show, or something. The best thing about Easter is that, apparently, you can also have parties, and the searching part is actually pretty fun.

Valentine's Day: Gross Gross Gross, except for your family.

Done.

Our Halloween Party

Coming up! It's an action movie themed party. If anyone's coming, there will be a James Bond space open. I'm going to be Chuck Norris. It's going to be super cool. We're going to have a really awesome cake and a fun set of games. They're rated, but not the rated you think. It's like little kids go to small games and older guys go to older more their-sized games.

This Halloween party is kind of based on Chuck Norris, because he's a big action dude. We're going to make so many funny things. I'm going to have an Obamacare shirt on while I'm wearing my Chuck Norris costume. Not when I'm walking around out in the street, but I'm going to have my mom take my picture and post it on FB. I'm going have an Obamacare sign. It's going to be hilarious.

There's going to be so much cool stuff to do at this party. I hope you can make it.

The Centrifugal Fair

Something that is nice, yet can scare the crap out of you. Make you wet your pantaloons, such a nice feeling. Warmth as you go through terrible horrifying torture, while your whole world is spinning, everything is spinning, you are spinning, everything is spinning, the whole fair is spinning- oh wait, that's a hallucination. Now on to what scared me the most. The Kamikaze.

 I went on The Kamikaze with my brother. The part that made me close my eyes most was when it went around and around and around. It didn't just stop at the top, but used enough force to go all the way around.  I couldn't even hear myself think. People were screaming like little girls and boys. Seriously, and I am nine years old. I'm unimpressed with everyone there, because they were all TEENAGERS. I was surprised that they could scream like that. I found out that teenagers truly can be annoying.

 If I were allowed to, I would punch the fair managers in the face. Because they removed one of my favorite rides. It doesn't even make sense. It's called the Ali Baba.

The next ride: The Octopus. The green octopus may not be scary at first, but can scare the crap out of you. The centrifugal force crushed my friend, because it's going way too fast. Now, ooh! What's this we have here? My seat is spinning? Very unpleasant.

Ride three: The ferris wheel. It was kind of boring at first, until it was going for a long time without stopping. It went kind of fast this year. Still wasn't too amusing until you get the bejeebeejees scared out of you by the guy who runs the ferris wheel. He rocks your seat back and forth and if you don't get scared by that, he'll yell something at you, like "BOO!" If you ask me, quite a buttface.

Ride four: The Sizzler. It doesn't make sense until the centrifugal force crushes you against the painful metal cages. Okay, last time I remember The Sizzler being a little blue ride that stood two inches from the grass and moved as fast as a snail. But now, centrifugal force has come back to slap me. Centrifugal force has to be the worst thing abou  this ride. because 1) it crushes you 2) makes you crush your friends and 3) totally surprises you. When you're sliding inward, you can grab the bar and pull yourself outward until you lose your grip and crash against the cage. Which hurts your hip, a lot.

Ride five: The Tornado. Pretty light, until you go with someone else, who is obsessed with spinning the little wheel. So now you're going faster. And faster, until you're crapping your pants while you speak. An impression of how I see it. STOP SPINNING! PLEASE!! STOP SPINNING IT!

Now, when the ride stops, it seems like it's nice and over. Unless you don't unlock the cage, and get out. Then you'd have to go on the ride again. Although that didn't happen to me. If you took too long, it'd start up and you'd have to go on it again. And if you didn't unlock the cage in time again, I don't know what to tell you if you'd have to go on it a third time.


Ride six: The Roller Coaster, pretty fun at first, until your ears get raped by the sound of this conveyor belt making a noise loud enough to irritate a deaf guy. Pretty loud, huh? No, it gets louder. While you're having fun, it hits all these bumps, which make even more aggravating noise.You try to reach your ears to cover them, but centrifugal force stops you, and when you're done trying to cover your ears, the ride stops.  Centrifugal force is a bitch, huh?

Next, the game. The only game I played there. The Hammer Game, You've probably heard of it, once I explain it fully. You take a hammer, and you hit this little thing as hard as you can to win a prize. I got one of the jumbo prizes. BOOM BOOM MUSCLES. My jumbo prize was a five cent, inflatable, ball and chain. Pretty pathetic, right? Until you beat up a bunch of people with it when they try to steal your wrist band as you leave. Came in handy.

Man, I am definitely not looking forward to next year's fair.

Moving On

The cycle of life. It's a saying, a cycle can be good. It can be good, it can be sad. It can be sad, it can be bad. Moving on can also mean more growing, which can also mean it has different effects on stuff. Different personalities, different talents. You can lose a talent too. Moving on can also mean you can lose someone in your life. A close friend, maybe even you won't be able to see a family member for a while. But moving on can be the best thing in the world sometimes. Don't waste your time, because you're moving on fast. Faster than you know.

Are You Talented?

I want to talk about talents, such as, my friend T's ability to fish and hunt. He has survival skills. I do too, but not as good as him.  My friend, C's ability to run. He's very fast. My friend, P's ability to bike. And Henry's ability to cook, skateboard, he's good at a lot of things. I'm also good at skateboarding, and biking, and cooking. Me and my brother are practically survival masters, because we both also are good at archery.

Everyone starts out with all the abilities in the world, but each of us is a little extra good at one of them. Like, me and my drawings:

My grown up friend, Cole, likes to write about old movies. My mom is good at gardening, and she can paint, and she can cook, and do a lot of good things because she's a grown up. Growing up is when you're expected to do more, so that's when you have to learn about more. I think every grown up or person in the world has at least one thing they're good at. It can be something funny, it can be something serious. All I know is, it's impossible to be good at nothing.

Not Enough Theme Party? Or Too Much Theme Party?

Have you ever thought of a theme party for your children? If you have, I bet it was really fun. But when I look at this catalog, they are driving theme birthdays over the limit.

Okay here, we have a shark fin costume accessory, which fits on your back like a backpack. A shark fin headband which doesn't even go on right. Shark Dangling Swirls. We have shark attack kites. I bet you're getting the point now. ALL THIS STUFF IS SHARK-RELATED.

STOP! This shark stuff is driving me crazy. After you look at this catalog, all you can think is Shark and all you can see is blue. So, you're talking to your friend after you look at this catalog, "Hey dudeSHARK, do you wannaSHARK go buySHARK somethingSHARK at the SHARK."

Why do moms even do this? I mean, let's say the theme is wooden crafts. The kid would obviously get a bunch of plastic tools and a hardhat. "Why not?" The mom thinks. It's really too much.

Now, if I was throwing a birthday party, I'd probably put a little theme in. I would probably do an Electronics themes. Like, the cake would be decorated with green and white circuits, made of frosting. I'd give away little plush robots and we would play whatever my child would want to play because it's his birthday party. It's not like okay, can we play Circuit Here Circuit There? No! We're playing Don't Touch The Floor! But I wanted to..NO! WE'RE PLAYING DON'T TOUCH THE FLOOR DAMMIT!

I mean, if you're throwing birthday parties, make sure they aren't too heavy, and they're easy to catch.

THE END

My Big Kayaking Trip

Yesterday was probably one of the best days of my life, because I experienced something that I've never experienced before: a little something called "kayaking."

My dad said there was going to be a guy called Marc, but the guy we met said Marc had the day off, so it was a guy called Josh. We ate snacks, he gave us apple cider, and we talked about stuff. He told me a joke I've never heard before. Here it is: Why is six afraid of seven? Because seven, eight, nine (seven ate nine.)

We talked about other things like famous mathematicians and people like that. And I started a different subject, "How do you think Attila the Hun was executed when he got to Europe?" That conversation didn't last too long, but he seemed to be fine with the subject.

There were a lot of other interesting things. I want to tell you about all four of them.

1. An Elk: I don't know if my dad or Josh saw it, but I did.

2. We found two beaver lodges. You're not going to believe this, but one of them was forty years old! I mean, not even human-built houses can stand that long! We also found two baby beavers. One came right up to us.

3. We also found ducks and lilypads. It's like they're alive. I tried to touch one and it went under water. It's like a sea anemone, only it's a lake anemone.

4. We found a cormorant. I cleverly brought my binoculars, they're very high-tech.

Before I end this, I'm going to say one more thing. I wish I had brought Laszlo with me.

THE END :)

A Crime Scene in Our Town

Today a very interesting thing happened. It's making our town look like it has to be removed. There are too many thieves here, including, my friend, P.

I was over on the side of my neighbor's house with P. and there are windows on the sides of their house and one of the screens was broken while the window was open. Their laptop was right next to the window. P. said, "Let's get that free laptop!" I backed out of it. He said I was small enough to crawl through, I still backed out of it. So, I went over to check on my chickens and see if there were eggs. I went back to P. but he was gone, with the laptop. I saw him running over to the cow field. Then, he ran back to his house.

About 20 minutes later, the little girl who lived in that apartment with the broken screen, and her uncle, were over at our house, looking for the laptop. They talked to my mom and me, and my mom said she didn't know anything about it. Except me, I knew everything. They asked me and I told them it was probably at P.'s house. We went over and got it. P. had it under the porch.

When I came over I even heard him say, "You came over to check out my new laptop?" and I said, "No." He said, "Well, I'm going to sell it." I took it out from under his porch and he asked, "What are you doing?" I said, "Taking it back. It's not yours and you know that. Stealing someone else's stuff and then selling it? Not cool." And then the little kids showed up with their uncle. P. went over to the little kids' house with his mom and apologized.

Slug Soup, About Me

A Trip to Portland

The idea was to go to Portland on my birthday. It came from me because I wanted to do it because my brother Henry did it. I rode the bus to Portland by myself. I'm big enough, I don't need my mom to drop me off. I mean, I'd love to have her drop me off, but I wanted to do something on my own.

Obviously, the driver was drunk. Everything was like CGRRRR! and when you looked at the road, the bus was swerving. My bike almost got left on the bus, but Uncle David saved my life.

He had to run all the way to in front of the bus to tell them that we left my bike. We ate at a Subway, as soon as I got there. I went to OMSI. We saw the geology exhibit, the archeologists exhibit. We did the jungle exhibit. I saw some animals. Here are few things I saw: Alaskan Scorpions. Isn't that something? A Black River-Swimming Lizard, a chameleon, an iguana. I found a beetle about the size of a full-grown man's ear. I saw a tarantula (my first), two snakes, and some bullfrogs, and a huuuge grass lizard.

Portland isn't much of a place for a lot of rain. So, if you want rain, come to Tillamook. Trust me, it's not even that sunny in the summer. When it's summer in Portland, you have to have Capri Sun Supreme Cold with ice in it. Anyway, back the to the point. I had fun. Made a guy fall into the river. Yeah, I did. He was on his bike, swerving around people, and I was in his way and he turned too sharply and he went off of cliff and into the water.

Took some pictures of ducks. Squirrel, got to see a real live squirrel, finally.

Just got to see Portland itself. I hung out with my Uncle David and he popped his tire actually, he got a piece of wire stuck in it. But, God saved us all, there was a bike repair shop nearby. I hung out at the gas station and bought some crap. He bought an Arizona Iced Tea, and just let me have a sip. DON'T WORRY, MOM. JUST A SIP. (Because she knows Arizona Iced Tea is bad for you.) P.S. Try not to tell my mom, but next time I get some allowance I'm going to buy a whole six pack of Arizona Iced Tea.

Happy Almost Easter, People!

Easter is on Sunday, the 24th. I think it's my favorite holiday because you actually have to do something to earn what you get in that holiday, not just wait to get what you want. I hope to do an Easter egg hunt. I'm going to go with my friend to the park on Sunday, to go on an Easter egg hunt.
The Easter Bunny is just a hoax. Seriously, I mean, he steals Santa's idea. He has a basket of eggs, like a sack of presents. He lays stuff out. He's pretty much just stupid.

The Tooth Fairy! I get more than just a "visit" from the tooth fairy. I get a certificate for $5 and some ice cream and some gum. That's why I like my parents better than some stupid old fairy that doesn't exist.