P12OM.

It's already senior year, and I am elated my final year of high school is coming to the end. But before graduation, one of the most indelible nights happened on April 14th, 2012. On that date, the ladies looked elegant and the men looked handsome. It was the night of the august Prom 2012, and for me and my peers, it was Senior Prom. Our tacit idea of Senior Prom is to go all out and create one of your greatest memories. The Seniors actually became nocturnal on that night because of the antics and the extreme partying needed to be accomplished on that eve. To quell the excitement and think anyone will accept a platitude of night is a crazy idea, it is an irrelevant idea. The attendees went to exquisite places of dining to become indulgent in the most delicious of food. And then at the pavilion of Prom, they went to dance among the callous and the exuberant in the pit. Friends were all so happy to be together, which can be seen in the countless number of photographs taken. At the end of it all there is no room for compunction, but room for the memories that even at the edge of your life you will still be able to ruminate about.

My New Island

Today, I won the lottery. But since I am implacable with saving the money, I came to the ultimatum to buy a island just for myself immediately. I became exuberant when my friends and I arrived upon the beach of my new island in which I named "WakaWaka," Now that I owned this asset, I decided to set the rules of my island.
Rule Number 1: You must maintain a decorum at all times, even when sleeping.
Rule Number 2: When speaking, the one who's voice is most stentorian, gets to speak.
Rule Number 3: Dr. Pepper is the only drink allowed to imbibed. 
Rule Number 4: Every person is applicable to random water balloon torture.
Rule Number 5: A roomate will be stipulated based on opposite interests.
Rule Number 6: Nobody crosses the dictator aka Mason Belcastro, or they will put under duress.

We All Need A Sami In Our Life

I'm currently skyping this friend of mine while I write another obnoxious blog post. But this one is different from the others because I actually really want to tell you about this far from superficial girl. She has a quite a potent wit and never ceases to find a way to make me smile or laugh. It's almost scary how funny she can be with her wit. Any time I am with her, I talk in an allude manner and not worry about her seriously judging me. Time just slides by easily at a guile pace. Even though we can sound pretty stark towards each other in front of others, don't let this be conclusive, deep down we are incredibly close. She is exemplary person on how this world should be, an open minded person who knows how to find the good in each thing, no matter how dark. The unquestioned intergrity she has creates a placid atmosphere that eclipses any problem that could be encumbering me. This girl that I am so happy to have in my life name is Sami Nandyal, I wouldn't trade her for anyone. I don't think she could fathom how much I would miss her if I lost contact.

I Can't Stand These Blog Posts

Can you really think I will really accede to all this officious, continuous work? At my deft key movements, I type yet another pointless blog post of which only you will read. This blog post will just comprise of wisdom gone to waste because nobody other than you will glaze over it. I brandish my intellectual wit for anyone to enjoy; and yet, my work will not be made explicit. I move that my stately work be printed and be posted on the classroom walls. It will create a sense of solace for myself and entertain others. People who do not witness my work are basically destitute persons. If this week is inopportune, then we can come up with a premeditated plan of action. If we complete this plan, you will not regret it.

How Julius Caesar Got Me Through High School

“The die has been cast.”

A 4 year battle is fought while attending high school.

Teachers send wave and wave of assignments that could eclipse Julius Caesar’s legions.

Homework must be flanked and made craven to its master, you.

Live by the verse; “I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.”

“It’s better to create than to learn! Creating is the essence of life.”

Creation of the motivation to achieve is needed to survive.

“Men freely believe that which they desire.”

But also, “men in general are quick to believe that which they wish to be true.”

Be the man who makes what he freely desires to be the quickest to believe!

Take arms! Grab a book in your strong left arm, and a pencil in your stronger right arm! Be prepared!

“No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected.”

“It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.”

For these men who look weak, will fight the hardest; do not let them catch you off guard.

Treat every test like the malevolent hungry-looking man; do not take the weak ones lightly and let gash you.

Always treat thy teacher of each class with esteem.

Especially learn from the teacher named Experience; “Experience is the teacher of all things.”

Those who do not become acquainted with their teacher are cowards; “cowards die many times before their actual deaths.”

You will become mighty from this - what it feels like - 4 score war.

“I came, I saw, I conquered. “

YOLO

You Only Live Once.
A phrase that makes any reckless activity venial.
A phrase that takes you away from high scrupulous way of life, and lets you live young, wild, and free.
A phrase that should expunge any doubt and any ascertain worry.
A phrase that for the nonchalant.
A phrase that for those who are affiliated, should bequeath it to the generation.
A phrase that has an invulnerable effect.
A phrase that has a potential attainment with the result.
Your life is finite. 
You Only Live Once.

We Students Stand Against Misinformed Teachers

In any kind of formal writing, the writer will need an urbane wit to make is enjoyable to read. But like most seniors in their second semester, they could care less about making their paper exhilarating. What most teachers should understand, the first essay being turned in at 1145pm on the night it is due at 1159pm is the precedent on how it is going to be. We students are lazy and just want to alienate from any sort of hard work in our last semester ever that you will try to harass us with. If you assign us math problems every day of the new semester, you have just turned into our adversary, and your demise will be swift. There is no muse any teacher can give students to motivate us to get into any kind of research over something lame like "Personalities of the Human Brain,". That research in the end will be negligible for real life work, and will make us delete your class for some pointless culinary art class. And one day, a politician will remember his hard life in school, then redress the factors that made high school pointless and hopefully we will be free. 

Chuck Norris vs. the Dos Aquis Guy

Two adroit men stand across from each other in gigantic pasture. Both knowing that it is not feasible an amicable feeling could grow between them. Each man having an anti-benevolent respect towards their opponent. This battle, Chuck Norris versus the Dos Aquis Guy will be the most epic duel of all time of humanity's history, their audience is even in jeopardy of getting caught in the crossfire. Although there is no averse among the audience, everyone is on the edge of their seats waiting to see which man will arise to be victor and be the subject of extol for ages. It almost seems maddening that there can be a victor between these two legendary figures whose reputation has been being impervious to pain and fault, it can be compared to an unmovable object being hit by an unstoppable force. Suddenly, Chuck's face turns to a grimace as he scrutinizes the power before him. The Dos Aquis Guy suspects this as duplicity and launches his body at full force towards Chuck Norris and when both fists of each men touch, an explosion equivalent to Hiroshima's holocaust is created and once the smoke cleared a new figure appeared between the two startled men. The new figure was a man who was clenching the two legends' fists and his name was revealed to be Eli Manning. Eli was always known as being a buzz-kill.

The Insidious Joke Excalibur

One time in history, there was a insidious, stolid man named Jerry. Jerry wasn't a very opulent mannered man, but one of his dour hobbies was finding jokes and making them not funny or killing them. He will hear someone tell a hilarious joke at a comedy club or bar, then he will tell the same one verbatim, but ruin the punch line. An example would be he heard the ol' classic "why the chicken cross the road," and instead of the actual answer, he will use "the chicken's mind is pliable and lacks the fortitude to make its own decisions." The Insidious Joke Excalibur will literally adulterate any joke he finds in his own small diabolical plan to ruin comedy world wide. Without comedy, there will be no way anyone can make a intimation to a more serious topic. Without comedy, everyone will be constantly sad and have no pick me up to feel better. There is no need to reiterate how much we need comedy and we must deploy a team to stop this man. Without comedy, there is no happiness.

The Casey of My Life

Seventeen years ago, a woman who has impacted me greatly was holding me tightly, but someone would be wrong if they said it was my mother. Actually, that mother-like figure was my older sister, Casey. Honestly, much of how I act and look up my encumbering problems roots from the character of my older sister. Casey is a hilarious, smart, and caring role model whom I never lose contact with. The person who has made an impact on my life and influenced who I am today is my older sibling Casey Jensen.

Life can hit anybody fast and hard, and even when it happens to Casey, she can always find happiness. She has told me about her childhood and the rough patches of it, but every time she started to talk about it, there has always been a tone in her voice and just the context of what she said that proved that Casey never let any of it get to her. Casey’s car could break down and I would hear her, “Well, I was going to run tonight, but now seemed like a good time too.” Her relaxed attitude has taught me to take things lightly and think more about solving the issue than complaining about it. Life is too short to be unhappy, and it’s too good to have regrets. I have found this mentality to give me less stress.

The path of success set for ne by sister has motivated me to be the best I can be. Throughout high school in Texas, Casey never fell below an A. Then she got into college and is one of the best teachers and every one of her kids loves her. Now, I cannot let her be the only one with that success. Although, I have let the grades slip underneath 90% a few times in high school, I still have the motivation to achieve in academics. As for college, I plan on graduating with a degree in Business Administration and taking care of my entire family financially. These are the goals I have set for myself because of my sister.

When my sister comes to town, that’s when some fun begins. Casey is very organized; she has a calendar that is narrowed down every detail of her agenda. But that means she usually has everything planned on some epic time of joy for my brothers and I. Putt-Putting, Magic Mountain, movies, hiking, and making Christmas cookies. Then, my brothers and I are treated like kings when treated to some lunch and dinner. Gifts come often and the ones from Casey always are so thoughtful. The “Best Babysitter of the World,” award would go to Casey Jensen.

The person who has made a great impact on my character has been my hilarious sister, Casey. Even though Casey cannot visit us often, living in Austin, Texas and all, she still is a huge part of my life as well as her husband, Evan. Caleb Michael Jensen is due February, 16^th, 2012 and I plan to be the “Casey,” in my nephew’s life.