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!