Last night, I was over at my cousin house. We played games. Ping-Pong. Weight-lifting. The most tiring activity was playing hockey with really short sticks and weight pad. My back is really sore and stiff. I wish I could myself a backrub. I am really talented in giving backrubs. SNL should be good tonight. Ray Liotta is the host. I can't remember who was the musical guest. Oh well, I got to go.

My grandfather is turning 90 on January 25. I haven't seen the man in 5 years. He wasn't at my sister's or brother's graduation party. He didn't come to my brother's wedding reception. I haven't seen for one stupid reason. No. It isn't laziness. It's because my step-grandmother.She tells us he can't come because he's sick. But it seems he's healthy enough to go see her grandchildren's soccer game in Texas. Right after my dad's graduation party, she made help clean, pack his bags, and leave. Yeah, my dad was forced to leave his house at the age of 18. Every time my dad goes over see his dad, she starts vaccuming and cleaning like he soiled something. I think this load of shit. Pardon my french.

I have lived 16 years of my life in ancient, two-story house. Anyone who has just droven by myself tells me it's creepy. When I am home alone during night, I hear noises. There are a lot of stories to be told. Let's start with a death. That's where most horror books start, right? There was death in my house. Let's be more specific about its location. I slept near the room. Every time I would go into that room, I'd get this eerie feeling. The windows are fogged in there. I know it is just a leak in the seal or whatever,but in one window it really looks like a body up against the window. Actually the woman wasn't killed. She died of a failed brain tumor surgery. Another story, I was walking upstairs with the lights on. As I am walking up, there is this shadow walking down the stairs. I get upstairs.Nobody upstairs. Now I'm freaked. Third story, Keely, Ryan's sister, has told me she heard singing during the night. Unless I sleepwalk and sleepsing really good or the radio was on. So ends this chapter of Lifestyles of Strange and Abnormal.

I am so freaking tired. I don't what is wrong with me lately, but I can't seem to get enough sleep. Maybe it's because of all the books I have been reading. Yep, that's it. Next time a teacher asks me to read, I am going to tell them I can't. No, I am not illiterate. At least, I hope I'm not.
I hate to say this but the people at THS don't know how lucky they are. If I went about the school as I do at home, People would think me insane.

"Death to the Naggons!!!" "Attack of the Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Goons" "Weirdos From Another Planet!" I don't know about you, but my favorite comic strip was Calvin and Hobbes. I have a collection of the books. It probably had the most original ideas.

I just got done watching this show on the tube. It was Man Vs. Beast where men and animal engage in contests. There was a hot dog eating contest between a guy and a bear, a race between a guy, a girraffe, and a zebra. There was a tug-of-war between an ape and a sumo wrestler. Guess what? The animals won every time. Is it just me or these stupid little shows reproduce by budding? I mean if I want to watch reality, I'll just go outside.
"What is the point of a blog?" This is the question I hear a lot from friends who don't have one. One study hall, I thought of an answer to that question. A blog is simply a thing to complain, think, and spill your guts onto. It also lets people have a look into your head, if you let thim. Down the road, You could look at it to see if you have changed. When your reading my or somebody else's blog, think that all you are doing is eating a piece of their mind(not literally).

I really can't wait for spring. I want to ride my bike, but it is extremely cold. I am going to move to warmer place like California, Nevada, or Arizona. More on this later

Over the years, I have gained some nicknames. Sambo came from my family. Samurai was from the fact that I liked ninjas and kung fu movies. Samuelson came from Ryan. Don't ask me where he came up with that. The most recent and catchy is SuperSam. This one came from me and my cousins. I had a Superman t-shirt and it stuck. I now have a SuperSam stocking cap. I haven't learned how to do supermans on a bike yet. When I do, I am going to yell 'SuperSam' every time I do them.

Here is a little poem I wrote about bike riding. I usually don't write poetry unless I have my juices flowing. Here is a little dive into my mind.

I write. I wait.
by Samuel L. VanGeison

I write. I wait
for this day to end its date.
To go home is what I'll do
to do things of virtue.
Then I'll do something most people won't understand.
I ride my bike as much as I can.
Day in, Day out.
I'll ride my bike without a doubt.
I'll wield this piece of metal.
I'll push on the pedal
And there I'll glide upon this earth
Glad that this machine was given birth
Through me this bike lives.
I'll still ride no matter how much pain it gives.
Through blood,bone, and pain
On this seat shall I still reign.
A sound will issue on my part.
Sometimes it's defeat.
Sometimes it's victory.
Whatever it is, it is always from the heart.

Resurfacing from dive into one's mind in 3...2...1...0. Welcome back. We hope you enjoyed you dive with Sanity.What's that? Diving Company.

The bunnyhop.It is probably most basic and necessary trick in bmx. It is very hard to learn if you don't have anyone to tell you what to do. Ryan and I did our first bunnyhop together. That night will probably stick in my head for the rest of my life. Ryan and I were riding around my house. He tried one and actually bunnyhoped. Then, I go crazy and do one myself. It was most likely the best day of that year. But anyways we went riding around my neighborhood. I live in the country and it was summer then. It was very misty like a beginning to a horror movie. I could barely see Ryan through the mist and we were only five feet from each other. We went out in 'the wilderness' where we play paintball and got up in this fort. We just talked about riding bikes, paintball, and girls. Then we started making fun of my cousin who thought a panther was prowling near Stonington. All of sudden, we hear something moving around in the grass. Ryan shone the flashlight at the grass but he couldn't see anything. The grass hadn't been mowed so it was five feet tall. Me and Ryan looked at each other and said 'Oh shit'. We jumped off the fort, ran out of the woods, and rode our bikes back to my house. When we got there, we heard these whispers/grass rumblings/ tuning of radio. Keely, Ryan's sister, told us later on in the year that it was very normal. It was one of the most awesome, memorable things.

Hello World

I live my life one Mountain Dew at a time.

Stars. Clear River Water. Mountains. Deserts. These are the things that I would to like surround myself with. My mom is really scared of heights. I love being on cliffs and in caves. I am not much of an outdoorsman, but I like to hike a lot. Also, I am going to live near a major city in the southwest. Away from a city, you can stare at the heavens. That's my favorite part about living in Old Stonington. I grew up running around a big front and back yards. Chasing frogs, fireflies, and the occasion butterfly.

I have question. What do the kids in the Trix commercials have against the rabbit? I would like to see the rabbit get a bowl of cereal and eat it. But the rabbit must be a Trix addict and gets high from just holding the bowl of cereal. He is really idiotic after he gets the bowl. He rambles on about the tastes and the colors. Sometimes I find myself yelling at the tv because of this, but that's just me.

Lately, I have been trying to exercise more.But usually I just stop. I do this a lot because I'm lazy. I think a part of me wants to look better than I do.Honestly, I got screwed in the looks department because I have a high metabolism. You need weight to build muscle on. Thus is my problem. I decided to be more talkactive. I want to become this because sometimes I'm too quiet to attract attention from girls.As a kid, I'd whisper what I wanted for dinner into my sister's ear. One part of me would say I am overlooked among the crowd. The other part of me says, "No, it's because you don't talk a lot." In my whole entire life, I only have had two serious relationships. I have never been kissed. I think every time I date a girl, she usually dumps me.But this is not their fault. I choke up and can't think of anything to say. I choke up because I don't want to screw up what I have strived for. The girls that I like right now are smarter than me. I don't know what that means. I had dream about one of these girls. She and I were driving a school bus. She stopped the bus and told me wrap the bus in aluminum. When I got to the back of the bus,it was the back of a garbage truck. Then I heard a chicken and out of nowhere drops this giant chicken. I run into the bus and we hightail it. The chicken chases us. The chicken ends up catching us and eating the girl I like. Scratch that, I really love this girl. Anyways I chase down the chicken in the bus. We end up it in a very poor, starving town. I run after the chicken. It escapes into a castle. I continue chasing it. When I come through the gate of the castle, the chicken has sword in its hand/wing. I have armor and a sword all of a sudden. We sword fight to the top of the castle. I kill the chicken, it falls off the castle, and onto a giant bbq grill. It ended with a thanksgiving/middle ages dinner. Its weird how crazy your dreams can get. I wonder what that dream would interpret into. Oh well. Another day. Another dollar.

My New Years Resolution is to be careful. Last year, I had an aneurysm and also had to get eight stitches. An aneurysm is an expansion and weakening of an artery. If you read my first entry, you already know how I got my stitches. To those who didn't, I'll just I got hit on the right eyebrow. Months before I got my aneurysm, I had been hit on the right side of my head with a replica gun. I bleed a little and had a little goose egg. I didn't think much about it until it didn't go away.When I put my finger on it, I could feel my pulse. So I go to the doctor. The Indian doctor in Taylorville thought it was a ciste. So he puts a needle in it." It's bleeding quite profusely," I heard. By the way, I'm not racist. Anyways, I am referred to a vascular specialist in Springfield. A week later, I was aneurysm-free. The reason I am trying to be safer is I got Driver's License. I want to be the first kid in my family not to get in wreck or total my car.

I have to say that BMXers or skaters are really weird. That is weird in the way of looking at things. One day while just driving around town, I had stop to get soda. While I was walking, I saw a slide. Now, you probably thinking so what? After getting my soda and taking a sip, I started to imagine what could be done on that slide with a bike. The possiblities are endless. Funny how I said that because they aren't. Unless someone comes along and creates a bajillion tricks, they aren't endless. I mean it would take a long time to do every trick there is and every variation of it.