Harry Potter, we miss you...

The ending of Harry Potter was, as we could say, the end of an era. It first started with the books. Being as young as I am, I never had the excitement of waiting for the 3rd, 4th, 5th book to come out. My sister (lucky her) had that opportunity. I could only have the 7th. Waiting to hear the news or reading in the magazine that the 7th Harry Potter book was coming out were some of the best days of my life. I think the HP books were one of the first I ever read, after The Guardians of Ga'hoole of course. And when the HP books ended, the movies started. Man, THOSE were good times. Okay, they were alright times. I mean, the movies left out so much like the *SPOILER ALERT* and the time where Harry and Ron *SPOILER ALERT*. But when that ended, people were running around, singing "4 minutes" and banging their heads on walls, because really? Humans are dumb. So to ensure that this... this Legacy of Awesomeness stays thriving and beautiful as a butterfly, here are some (mostly) Comixed Harry Potter pictures. I do not own them, nor will I ever. So STFU.

 And, because after that tiring journey to the South of the page, here is a eye-relaxing picture of a puppy. Many hopeful wishes that I will be seeing you in Hogwarts very soon, my sweets ;)

 God, I need a life...

Christmas Wishes...

Hey guys. This is gonna be a reeeeeal quick post because GUESS WHAT?!?! That's right, buckos. It's Christmas. Actually, right as I'm typing this it's 12:08 which means that it IS Christmas right now! I'm so freeaking tempted to jump out of bed, race up the stairs turning on all the lifts and rip open all my presents. What? They excite me! So to all you guys, gals and Gorons out there: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Mazel Tov, Mazel Tov!! (for all you stupid people who don't like cracking a book open once and a while, "Mazel Tov" means congratulations or good health on a special occasion. Fiddler on the roof, bro...) 

Anyways, probably won't be posting anything new for a while due to uh *coughcough* skiing and the New Year. But never fear!! I'll most definitely be posting in the near future about random  crap that you probably don't even want to know. Do I care? Not at all :)

Merry Christmas y'all.

Reasons why I hate Dentists:

1) Dentists take pleasure in shoving metal pointies in your mouth and ripping shit outta there while simultaneously chatting away about work and school and "oh, your sisters Blahblah? Maybe my daughter knows her!" meanwhile you're just sitting in there, staring up at a blinding light with your jaw being unhinged like those baddass snakes that can swallow whole pigs, only less badass and more painful.

2) Dentists always have creepy elephants or giraffes with gaping mouths showing very dull teeth and they say "see how good we cleaned Mr. Giraffes teeth?" Well congrats to you, you just became a veterinarian! Nobody wants a veterinarian working on your chompers...

3) Dentists get all the credit when in reality it's the nurses who work on you, cleaning your teeth and picking away at them for half an hour. Then the Dentist comes in, opens your mouth again and replies with a "Yep, all good here."
Spotlight Stealing Asswipe... >.>

4) They always expect you to have perfect teeth like them. So when you head on in to the office and they check out your chomp-chomps and yell "EGAD!!" and look at you with an expression of horror, well yeah! Why else would you be wasting your precious time sitting on a mildly comfy  chair when you could be creating an army of cat clones and plotting Earths doom! Well, you less important folk might have less important things to do, but DAMMIT I WANT TO BE GOD!! Even just for a little while? But no, you have to watch some nurses fluster about like fishies-outta-water, trying desperately to clean your "filthy, mud-coated rotting teeth" to perfection. Wicked mental picture there, huh? ;D

5) It smells. Oh, how it smells like cleaning soap and floss. All perfectly done in white with their perfect kittens posing in perfectly impossible poses pictures. Cause really, kittens aren't cute 'lil angels. They're demon spawn from hell. Trust me, I know.... But here, in the Dentists PERFECT LITTLE WORLD, they are cute. And guess what! You are the lucky winner of one hour of looking up at the 'angel' kitties posters with a nifty pair of shades on! Lucky dog you...

I think the only good thing about Dentists is the free gum and toothpaste that they hand out with a big smile and a "Come again reeeeal soon!" And even though the gum is probably sugarless, tasteless and chewyless, you can proudly walk around with your brand spankin' new toothpaste sticking out of your pocket and the coconut whateverthefuq pineapple gum in your mouth and tell people you braved the Dentists. To which they'll reply with "Wow, all by yourself? You brave, strong man" (Woman, if you are a guy...) BOOM! Instant chick picker-upper! (Dude picker-upper for the ladies. I always think of a guy when I write these. Strange...)

Exactly how I feel...

Ski dayz

The ski hill opened December 3rd. That's a Friday. And since we live in a skiing town, me, Grass and my friends little brother, (we'll just call him Talksalot) hitched a ride up to the hill to skip school, chill out and ski for the entire day. Now for the past 8 years or so, my mom has always bought me a seasons pass, meaning I could ski whenever I wanted without paying for the entire ski season. This year she conveniently decided she'd had enough and didn't buy me one. Lucky for me, Talksalot had a free day pass voucher that he wasn't using and let me "borrow" it. Which meant that we had to brave The Line. And trust me, the line to get day passes, week passes and seasons passes is NOT something you want to be standing in on the first day of skiing. For the first 10 minutes or so, we all stayed patient as the line moved at a pace slightly slower than a snail. But then Talksalot got restless...


I looked something like this:

At which point he exploded, saying something along the lines of "OMG why is this stupid line taking so LONG?!?!" and ran outside, leaving me, Grass and a bunch of stoned snowboarders watching him run like a madman, probably to ditch us and go on a run by himself...


But after and hour and a half of waiting for the pass, all I can say is this:


It was definitely worth it.

A poem for you since I have a spare...

You sit all day,
You eat all night,
Cheese comes and cheese goes,
And you don't get a bite.

They run away, run, run, run,
And you say, "No! I just want to have fun!"
But away it goes,
Hiding in the fridge,

There's a midget behind me,
He is wearing a hat,
He wants to be...
AN ALBINO OOMPA-LOOMPA!

And I say "Ha Ha Sucka."
You can't.

Sorry.

This poem is bad,
Just like your mom,
I saw her today...
IN BED!!

The End.
-Boony

The Magical Mister Mistoffelees!

This guy... has got to be the coolest cat around. Introducing, Quaxo from the musical Cats. Tuxedo kitten with the grace of a swan, doubles as a magician by the name of Mister Mistoffelees by night!  THIS GUY'S A BEAST!! He's also uber sexy... just a side note.


Now sure, my heart goes out for the Rum Tum Tugger. Yeah, Tugger's amazing and he does deserve a whole page for his cockiness and playa-mood, but this post is for Quaxo.

Watch and be amazed...

Anywho, I am a hardcore Tugger/Misto fan and want to push them into a closet, lock the door and let them make-out. The sexual tension in the show is almost too much to bear...

Meanwhile, at the highschool...

5 Things that piss me off...

*When you get home and there's a perfectly good piece of cake sitting on the counter, just waiting to be eaten. So you think, 'What the hell? I'll eat it after I put my bag away.' So off you go, tromping down the stairs like you're something special, putting your bag in that place where bags go, tromping back up the stairs a little less cool 'cause you're hungry and tired, getting to the kitchen and-

 MOTHERFUC--!

Your cake, which at one point was the most beautiful thing ever, is just sitting there, with its chocolate ripped open and icing spewed everywhere.  IT'S CAKE MURDER! CALL CSI! Till Sister comes in and promptly replies, "Oh, that was YOUR cake? Oops."

Goddamn you, cake killer...

*One word: Ice. Ice is is my enemy, my evil villain. If I were Batman, ice would be the Joker. If I was Link, ice would be Ganondorf. If I was Master Chief, ice would be the aliens. You get the idea. It's wintertime now anyways, so I can't even walk down the street without being attacked by this massive foe that seems to be everywhere at once. In the past 12 hours, I have slipped and fallen 9 times. That's 9 street-shaped bruises on my ass. It makes sitting down a real pain...

*So I'm just playing Halo 3 like a boss, (Yes, I play Halo, what's it to you?) And suddenly, A WILD HUNGER APPEARS! I get up, leave my game on because OBVIOUSLY no ones gonna come by. The next thing I know is BAM! I get back downstairs and see this:

My family doesn't seem to know the meaning of "Do Not Touch This!". They just turn everything off. Without saving...

*Spiders in my bed. Need I say more?

*Justin Beiber. This chick really needs to learn how to sing. AND act like a 16 year old, not a 30 year old. Lots of my friends are massive "Belieber". No. Just.. no.

My cat Is An Idiot

My cat is retarded.

Like seriously, he has a mental illness or something, cause he is not a normal cat.

All of my cats have nicknames that have to do with food. (I wonder why...) Tex has Tex-Mex or Snicker's. Sam has Sam-Yam or Samyamtha (Like Samantha but with yams) and Bill has....

I'll get back to you on that one.

Anyways, we dot on our cat's waaaay too much, so we always have pots of catnip and grass around the house. Today, Tex decided he wanted to eat the grass, which was wet from water. But every time he would go to grab it, it would slip away. He did this for over an hour before attacking us out of frustration.

It looked a little something like this:

Thats just a quickie sketch, of course....

But see how vicious he is? He attacked all of us right there and we had to give him catnip to calm him down.

This just proves that my cat is retarded....

My other cat, Sam, is just as retarded, only it shows much more than with Tex....

 Now, that's retarded.


He'll just stare up at you all cross-eyed with his tongue sticking out. Sometimes, he'll find a nice wall, and just stare at it for an hour or so. Then he gets bored and goes to ANOTHER wall.


All in all, my cat's are stupid. The only relatively smart one is Bill and he's too old and fat to know what's going on.

Kinda sad, isn't it...