Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Transferring Blogs
If you're reading this, then it is because ayou have been awesome. But I have grown tired of this one, ans so i switched to www.bristowpia.wordpress.com
FOllow me there
Josh Bristow
Monday, March 26, 2012
Day 2: Your Breakfast
Sunday, March 25, 2012
The 365 Day Challenge
This time, I have signed up for the 365 Day Challenge, in which I am emailed once a day on the challenge. And so, I ask that you tag along in this year-long journey. And together, we can be "enriched", or whatever the word is. Well, all I was looking for was to make this blog useful. And so, I have also decided to take another challenge, called a 30-Day Picture Challenge. The days are listed below.. Don't forget to comment with your blog names!
And The Purpose Is.....
I can blog about what happens in my life, and my passions, and other things.
So, I got to thinking: my life is mainly school, and based on the "mentally-stimulating" workload I have (in my opinion, there is no stimulating going on. I'm practically becoming an insomniac as the course of my 9th grade year progresses), my passion is school, sadly. So, I thought of my own thing to blog about! *dances around room triumphantly* I am going to Google a challenge I can do for a certain amount of time, and do my best to achieve my goal during this challenge. And so, I ask, hope, and pray that you follow my blog and check my progress. And please comment with your blog names so that I will follow back and so we can track our progress together. But in my next blog post, which will be in practically be in the next 10, 15, minutes, I will have chosen the challenge that I will be partaking in. So comment on that blog with names. Thanks, those lovely few. I hope we will be prosperous together
Josh Bristow
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Here's to you, Early Sunday Mornings
WORK, WORK, AND MORE, FREAKING WORK.
Therefore, this guy, with a picture to the right of this screen, (if I'm not mistaken), never gets a break. Last time I checked the Bible, I figured that the Sabbath day was for rest, not trying to find what x equals when y = 2x + 6, or what happens to Charles Darnay in the "much-too-realistic" Dickens novel A Tale Of Two Cities. Since my life away from school is filled with school, feel free to call me pathetic, nerd, lame, or whatever catchy term you can come up with. But right about now, when my eyes are heavier than Fat Albert after a hot dog eating contest, and my 30 Rock recordings are on commercials (and I'm too lazy to fast forward pass them), I have come to the conclusion that I have had enough, and come to a decision on what I plan to do when this circumstance comes up again: DO ALL MY WORK ON SATURDAY. I know that this decision comes with a price- the expensive tax of losing my social life, or the little one I had, at least- but it has to be done. Sunday is a day of rest, thus saith the Lord, and by golly I will REST.
Josh Bristow
Does Beauty Really Lie Within?
Sorry for such a late blog post, but in my defense I just got home from a church function: a Talent Show. Call it burning midnight oil, or just say that I stay up late. But I had to blog about this.
This talent show was the first talent show ever for my church, and it surely had its ups and downs. I'm not exactly sure some of the coordinators at my church know how to plan a great function, but they, in my opinion, generally do the best they can. Unfortunately, this is an exception. It was rather drastic, and during this talent show, there were many talent flops, dress mishaps, and modeling misconceptions on how to turn in the middle of the "runway". But, the worst part of it all, was that the head coordinator's child was the person that got 1st place. Call me biased or unfair, but I think that is incredibly wrong. There were no guidelines to this pageant/talent show/a useless function to broadcast uninteresting talents, but from a general standpoint, during the talent portion of these kind of events, the contestants are generally supposed to exploit their talent by themselves, but the person that won happened to use other people during his "so-called talent". All the while, other people are working hard to write monologues, raps, lyrics to songs, and express them to the best of their ability. But, in every pageant, there is always one person that thinks they should win. Or another person that doesn't like the person that one because they didn't deserve to win. But hey, I did admonish you on what this blog was going to be: my beacon of freedom of expression. Here I am, expressing, loud and clear. But thanks for reading about my prattles. It means a lot
With GREAT thanks,
Josh Bristow
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Hey bloggers,
I just realized the fact that the title of my blog sucks incredibly bad. And for those daring few who are seeing this, I am in desperate need of your help. What is a good name for my blog? Please comment with suggestions.
With great anticipation,
Josh Bristow
Expanding My Musical Horizon
Hey Blogsters, good afternoon
I'm sure about 99% of my friends know that I have an intense adoration for Nicki Minaj. Mock me if you will, but I'm not sure where this adoration came from. She is all I used to listen to, until I decided to grow tired of her. And thus, I am broadening my music tastes. I will blog about them later, when I find some great ones.
Josh Bristow
Wishful Thinking
Good morning bloggers. (blogettes, blogsters, the Blog Ness Monsters, etc... I'll differ it from day to day)
What I wish through this blog is to post, blog, outcast (or whatever you call the verb of "blog", once again, the lingo hasn't been programmed into my mind yet) about my life at least once a day. Due to my overloaded schedule (surprisingly, considering the people that know me can vouch for the fact that my life isn't as diverse as it seems), it will be somewhat a struggle, but ever since I have made it, (which is yesterday, *chuckle*) I consider my blog a safe haven. Its my beacon of freedom of expression, and through my words and over the course of the rest of my life, I will do my best to share my beacon with you, and as censored as possible.
I cordially invite you inside my life.