ON THE LAST FIVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS, SOME THINGS HAPPENED TO ME:

December 11
1. Played video games all day. (outside was a ice storm; lots of trees broken)
2. Lost power at 9:00 (ARRRRGGH!!!)

December 12
1. Woke up and found we still didn't have power (Dammit!)
2. Played Scrabble with dad
3. Did nothing the whole day
4. Dropped brother off at swim meet
5. Ate at Friendly's

December 13
1. Still no power
2. Turned on the generator.
3. Watched tv
4. Me and my two older bros played the Wii (it was Super Smash Bro Brawl)

December 14
1. No power (fuck :()
2. Same as yesterday

December 15
1. No power (and no school)
2. Went to work with dad (with bros)
3. Came home, power on (Yay!)
4. 5:30. Power gone for whole night. (Came back on this morning though. So...yay?)

ONLY 9 MORE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS. HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOU WERE STUCK ON A MOUNTAIN WITH NO FRIENDS AROUND, NO POWER, AND NO TOYS AROUND THAT YOU HAD WHEN YOU WERE 5 YEARS OLD, NEWGROUNDERS? (seriously, please tell me)

PS: More songs coming up. I think it's gonna be good, but I think you Newgrounders think it's gonna suck when you hear it. I won't mind.

ON THE 10TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, I DID SOME THINGS THAT DAY:

1. Woke up at 4:30am
2. Had a good day at school (also passed the short story I posted yesterday)
3. In music tech class, I posted my first audio
4. Cancelled piano lessons
5. School concert at 7:00pm (played Sweet Child O' Mine with band)
6. Stayed up until 10:00
7. Went to bed

ONLY 14 MORE DAYS (ON TODAYS DATE) UNTIL CHRISTMAS. NEWGROUNDERS, ARE YOU IMPATIENT WHEN CHRISTMAS IS COMING?

Hey Newgrounders!

I'm so happy today! :):):):)
Today everyone can listen to my new song I made back at school. I just posted it yesterday. It should be pretty good. As you might of known, it's sort of a rock style of twinkle little star song. It should be great!

Here's the website if you're gonna listen to it:
Black Jack-Twinkle

Enjoy.

PS: There gonna be more songs if people like this one.

THIS IS ALL PART 4, 5, AND 6 OF MY SHORT STORY.

Susan was riding the car with her mother, talking about her ex-boyfriend. Her mother said she should find someone else to go out with, but she reminded what she vowed never to do.
Her mother begged her numerous times before, trying to make her go out with a person she knows. Most of those boys her mother knows are pretty nice according to her view. Handsome, too.
Again she denied that idea and said, "Mom, those boys you're talking about are not really my friends because of what strange things they do. Besides, they either end up dumping me or are already going out with someone else." What she said shut her mother up for a while.
Then, after a mile away, her mother said, "Don't worry. As my mother said when I never got a boyfriend was 'Even though no one will love you here, there is always love somewhere or someone else coming around that you'll soon catch.' That was how I met your father."
Susan sat there thinking about what she said. She could be right about that, unless it's another baloney saying her mother just made up. She responded, "Thanks for the advice mom."
Her mother smiled. "You're welcome." Susan felt a little better watching her mother smile.
They were beginning to come up their driveway when her mother stopped near the mailbox and said, "Honey, won't you be a sweetheart and get the mail for me?" Susan got out of the car went towards the mailbox and opened the lid.
It was the usually tax mail that was in there. Then a small envelope fell out of the pile. She picked it up observed it. The front said in horrible handwriting, "Read it. It's good." She discovered a small initials that said BC on it. Who could this be from?
She began to open up the envelope. Inside was a heart-shaped paper with a written poem on it...
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Max called Black later on that day and ask him about the poem. He said he gave it to her when he came home. As you would of know, Max's blood ran cold. He was screwed.
What was he going to do? His best friend betrayed him by giving him the letter to the girl he really likes. And she'll probably hate him for writing that. He felt like committing suicide.
He heard Black say on the phone, "Listen, you can't just keep bragging about her everyday about whether you should go out with her or not. Since you really liked her a lot, I guessed it was right to give her that letter. I thought it was beautiful. It should work the same with her."
When Black said that to Max, he was thinking two things at once. The first one is thinking that Black is right and he did the correct thing. The other was saying "Wow. That's the most words I ever heard him say."
So late in the night, Max kept thinking about what Black said to him. A bunch of questions began to pop into his head. Will Susan like the poem, even though it was just a rough draft? Will she ask him out? Or will she despise his work? Is she going to hate Max for the rest of her life?
All this thinking made him drowsy. Besides, who knows what's going to happen.
And so, Max had a poem written for a girl he loved in which was "stolen" and given to her.
When I first saw you, you were the angel in my dream
The sweetness of my ice cream.
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Monday. Back to school. Max's arm begins to shake nervously. His heart starting to burning from the moment yet to come.
You were the damsel in distress,
Looking for knight in the shining, armored dress.
Maybe he'll get lucky. Maybe she didn't read it yet. Then he'll probably have a relief that day. For that day.
He thought he felt his heart skip beat.
You were the shooting star,
The sight, bizarre.
Max started heading toward up the stairs, heart beating a little faster. He didn't really see her around, Maybe she is sick today.
Maybe shy to come to school.
Your eyes, oh, your eyes!
I tell the truth, no lies.
He headed toward his locker numbered 799. He prayed she wasn't there.
Everyone was all packed and started to head to the classrooms. Max was almost late for homeroom.
The lips are red as the flames
Hot and spicy as the lips of a beautiful dame.
He felt a little tap on his shoulder. He turned around. This time he felt heart skip a beat.
"Are you...Dimitri Maximillion?" he heard Susan say.
But lady, may I ask a personal question
A question that may give death or a wonderful sensation.
He gulped. "Um...uh...<gulp>yes. I...um, am Dimitri." His hand was shaking like crazy, his heart beating like crazy.
The late bell rang, signaling people who are still in their lockers they are late.
"Um...about your poem...," Susan said quite nervously.
"<gulp>Yes?"
Will you go out with me?
And then, the most magical thing happened. Can you guessed, reader?
She kissed him. Right in the lips of another boy.
When she backed away, she said, "Thank you. It was wonderful." And she went to her classroom, leaving him standing there shocked and motionless.
And you know what he did? He cheered.
And got himself a detention...for being late for class by loitering in the halls.

The End (aka Fin)

THIS IS PART 3 OF MY SHORT STORY

On Sunday, Max decided he had to clean out his work desk. It looked like an unorganized pile of books at a local library. And maybe clean up his room, too. It'll probably take until noon.
His room was what a normal teenagers room would look like. One small bed, small television set with a couple video games on the floor, favorite band posters (for him it was "My Chemical Romance" and "blink 182"), small FM/AM CD player, an annoying alarm clock, and a desk in which he uses to do his homework and poems with.
The desk was made out of wood, oak in more description. It was old and a bit scratched ever since his mother found it in the dump, but then again it is still quite useful. There were a couple of scribbles that were probably from a younger child; now all grown up now. It has four shelves; one was long and short-width.
It was a harsh day when it came to Saturday because he had his best friends over. It was all recorded in Max's head as a list like this:
1. Woke up at 7:00am and saw that Jimmy and Carl playing my Xbox; Black still trying to sleep.
2. Joined his two friends at eight o'clock after eating his breakfast. Later Black woke up a also joined in.
3. At ten they all went out and played some basketball; Carl and me kicking Jimmy and Black's butt, even though they weren't trying.
4. Lunchtime. They all had grilled cheese sandwiches in his room. After they choked down their food, all three of them browsed his desk while leaving a mess (even though it already was) and reading out loud Max's poems he made and some copied by other big time artists. He didn't really bother trying to stop them because they talked a little funny when reading the poem and it helped him if he needed to edit something.
It was all fun and games until Max heard Black's scarce voice say "Hey, what's this poem?" He noticed a small folder and opened it.
"Hey, don't open that folder, Black," snapped Max, "or I'll..."
Too late. The folder was open and out came a heart-shaped paper and written was a poem. Written for a person.
"Don't you dare read that poem!" yelled Max.
Black picked up and started reading it. Max and everyone else stopped talking a listened. The words coming out of Black's mouth were interesting, but the vocabulary was amazing. It gave every person a happy thought, brightening up their hearts. It gave power, emotion, and love.
When Black finished everyone fell silent for timeless moment until they heard Jimmy's voice saying, "Soooo, who wants to play cards?"
5. Everyone returned back to their homes at 3:00pm. No one ever spoken a word about the poem. Max noticed Black's hands were in his pockets, something he never seen him do a long time ago.
Anyway, back into the present, Max started out by organizing his poems all by alphabetical order. He'll probably start editing his poem for the person. It took him one whole week to get it done, and it was really hard to do it without using any help.
But, reader, do you think he actually have the poem there? The answer is simple: no.
He panicked. His heart started to beat faster. "Where is it he," he asked himself, "I know it's here. I remember I put in here somewhere. I can't lose...oh no. Black has it. He must of brought it with him by accident. I got to call him now. Oh I hope he didn't give it to her..."
Reader, he did have a poem, but it was gone.

PART 2 OF SHORT STORY

She woke up, tired as usual from the internet chat that lasted until midnight. It was a Saturday, a day of relief for every school teenager. She got out of bed and turned off the irritating alarm clock.
When she got to the bathroom and raised her fat-less arm toward the knob, she heard her little brother shouted out, "Don't come in here! I'm taking a dump!"
"Aw, come on!" said the girl, "Every single morning you take the bathroom and waste the whole entire time sitting in the toilet seat talking to yourself!" As you probably guessed, she didn't really like her brother.
"Yeah, well at least I don't stand there looking at the mirror putting make-up on and singing those girlie songs," snapped back her brother.
"Just shut up and finish up doing whatever you're doing in there, Cooper," said the girl, walking back to her room. She couldn't wait for the other "under construction" bathroom to be finished.
She looked at herself at the oval mirror on top of the shelf. Her soft, white face looked normal; with the makeup on she looked like an angel. Her small nose became cute and lovable, more like a teddy bear's nose. Her eyes were striking, yet you can tell she's more of a caring type. And her hair, yet oily from not washing it yesterday morning, was long, curly, and sun-colored.
She looked at the pictures taped along the sides of the mirror; her reflections of times gone is what she called them. Some were taken with her friends at local parties, some with families, and the rest were just herself.
Last night when she was online chatting with her friend, Carrie-Ann, she said that the she had the time of her life with her boyfriend. He took her to the movies, ate at Friendly's, and even drove her back home (with his parents). And when they came to Carrie's house, he kissed her in the lips right there in front of his parents. She said it was magical. But then the girl said nothing and skipped the conversation. She asked why and if you're feeling jealous at the moment because the girl lost her boyfriend a month ago.
She wanted to forget about those times she spent with the man she once loved. She wanted to forget the cruel, harmful words he spoken right out of his mouth. She wanted to forget the whole thing. But the memory haunted her, everyday and night.
And she vowed she'll never go out with another guy again. Never until she's out of school for good. Just so she won't suffer those moments again.
Reader, do you wish to know this person's name? It'll be quite surprising to you.
Her name is this: Susan Loretta Brown. And she really wants a boyfriend that'll treat her right.
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THIS IS MY PARTS OF MY SHORT STORY THAT'S DUE DECEMBER 10TH. I JUST FINISHED THIS AT 10:12PM. I WANT YOU NEWGROUNDERS TO RATE THIS AND SEE IF IT'S GOOD. THIS IS PART 1 OF THE STORY.

Poem

He sits there on the seat. At lunch time. Alone as usual. He finished munching on the daily diminutive-tasting food. He couldn't do much but sit there; head down, thinking of things.
Dimitri Maximillion (mostly Max; he says it's less redundant) was a loner. Like many of the others, including nerds, hideous humans, and the Silenced; they were just like him. He wasn't a nerd for he didn't hang around computers for the rest of his thirteen years and his glasses don't look like theirs. He wasn't hideous either; if it wasn't for his greasy, ear-length hair. He would've looked like a fruitcake.
He was, like the Silenced, the opposite of being loquacious. He was reticent. Never spoke much, with the exceptions talking to his parents and answering the question the teacher may ask. If you say hello to him, he would say...nothing. Sometimes you may hear a small voice that is saying "hi" right back at you, but your mind wanders off into something else, thus ignoring him.
Like I said, he was a loner, nothing more or less. But Reader, there are always a bright side in the darkness of the night. If you gave a list of his top favorite things, it would have been something like this:
1. He loved school. As he said, it's the only place where he can act normal.
2. His only three friends: Jimmy Miles (a nerdish who always had a computer in his hand), Carl "Whitey" White (an Albino), and Black Cemetery (one of the Silenced. And yes, that's his actual name.).
3. Cats. Always wishes he had lots.
4. Poetry. He writes it like an adept writer.
5. Music. Since he writes poetry, he always thought of an idea to make it into a song.
And then finally...
6. Susan Loretta Brown.
She is the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world that he knows of. Her eyes are pearls, bright and sparkling. She's got a smile that can melt the coldest of hearts. And her voice...well there's a lot to say about her voice, but let's just say it sounded simply beautiful.
Max wanted to walk up to her, talk to her, and ask her this one suspenseful question: Will she go out with him? He always wanted to do that. To walk up to the person he adored ever since the fourth grade. He's been dreaming of that one day he'll get the chance.
The thing is he never had the courage to go and ask her. The consuming of his dangerous foe, the Pusillanimous Force, defeats him whenever he wants to say something to her.
"What do his friends say," you may ask. Of course Max would tell his most-closest friends in the world. His friends would say something like...
Jimmy: Don't bother. It's just a waste of your time. She may not like you. (He never had a girlfriend before anyway)
Carl: Don't worry. You'll get her somehow. Unless she says no. (He also doesn't had a girlfriend either. Well maybe one, but for a short while)
Black: ... (He doesn't say anything, but he dated a lot of girls)
He still hopes for a chance that he will have her. Someday.
And he wrote a poem.

ON THE FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, I DID SOME THINGS TODAY:
1. Woke up at 5:10am
2. Suffered another boring day at school
3. Sitting on a chair typing this news post

AND THE SOME THINGS I'LL DO AFTER THIS POST:
1. Type my short story that's due until next Wednesday
2. Watch some recorded Robot Chicken at TV
3. Play video games a little bit
4. Do lame homework
5. Probably go to bed at 9:30pm

ONLY 21 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS. WHAT'S THE PRESENT THAT YOU REALLY DON'T WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, NEWGROUNDERS?

ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS, I DID SOME THINGS TODAY:
1. Woke up at 4:30am
2. Suffer a day at school
3. Sing after school chorus (wasn't really great)
4. Played with band and sung "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns n' Roses
5. Shot air soft guns at each other
6. Played song agian
7. Shot each other agiain too
8. Typed short story (it's not done yet)
ONLY 22 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS. WHAT PRESENT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, NEWGROUNDERS?

Hello Newgrounders!

Did you know that the bat's saliva is really used to decrease the chances of heart attacks and other stuff? Did you know that you are 8 times more likely to get bitten by a snake, 180 times more likely to get stung by a bee and get killed by it, and 800,000 times more likely to get shot or stabbed to death by another human being? Did you also know that guano, or bat shit, is really good for you?

It was all on this book my brother bought at Barnes and Nobles. It's called The Ignored Animals or something like that. It's really interesting.