BONES

Bones is a T.V. show where Dr Temperance “Bones” Brennan (Emily Deschanel) and FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth (David Boreunaz) find murder victims and use Bones’ intelligence and Booth’s way with people to find out who murdered them. They also have a team of assistants at the Jeffersonian Institute: Zach Addy (Eric Millegan), Dr. Jack Hodgins (TJ Thyne), Angela Montenegro (Michaela Conlin), and Dr. Camille Saroyan (Tamara Taylor). Together, they discover murder victims in the U.S. and around the world. Zach is Bones’ assistant until he gets his doctorate, Angela figures out who the victims are by doing facial reconstructions, Hodgins works with particulates and bugs, Cam does the autopsies and is in charge, Bones is the forensic anthropologist, and Booth is the FBI Agent who uses persuasion and his way with people to find the truth. Later on, in season three, the team gets a psychologist named Dr. Lance Sweets (John Francis Daley). Also in Season Three is a very thrilling event: Max Brennan’s murder trial! Will he be guilty or not guilty? Find out by watching The Verdict in the Story episode. That’s all for now. See you later.

Florida

This bites, stinks, or whatever else you want to call it. I'm leaving Florida tomorrow. Every year, my family goes down to a certain part of Florida where my grandpa has a condo. We sometimes invite my sister's best friend along. We all love coming down here. The only bad part of Florida is leaving. This place is so great. This also might be the last time I'm down here. My grandpa has to give back the awesome house he rented in Georgia, so he and his girlfriend (my grandma died when I was young. I want no sympathy, even though I remember nothing about her) have to come down here to have a place to live. The reason that my grandpa hasn't lived a lot down here is that the condo complex didn't used to allow pets. My grandpa has a dog named Dino (which is pronounced dee-no), who got intimidated by the giant ball I was on and bit me (again, no sympathy). Notice the past tense I used. That's because the complex is finally allowing pets. So my grandpa and his girlfriend are taking the oppurtunity and Dino down here for good. So, yeah, this stinks. For those of you who might not have realized, I'm already down here. The three posts yesterday were also posted from Florida. So, I'll see you guys later.

I'm A Little Annoying

As some of you faithful readers might have already realized, I'm a little bit annoying. I never stop when something I'm doing annoys people. I'm like my friend Kenny (that's right Kenny C., whose last name I'm not using to keep him classified, I'm talking to you!), who never stops when he thinks something is funny, when it is basically annoying. So, that factor got me in trouble today. My dad got so annoyed he banned sugar and high caffiene for me. I mean, who is he to tell me what to drink (even though he is my dad and he's only doing this to help me). So I need to be less annoying. Except that it is a bad habit for me. If anyone has a suggestion for me to replace annoying people (besides video games), tell me. Thank you. Talk to you all later.

Sorry Again

You remember that survey I was supposed to do on girl's obsessions. Well, I'm not sure if that would be such a good idea, so there'll be no Girls Obessions Part II. This is a short post, I know, but I'm writing another one after this, so I'll see you later. Sorry Again.

MATCHING!!!!!

I hate matching! My mom is crazy about it and my sister is almost as obsessed about matching as she is with Nick Jonas! They are always like “Oh no John. You can’t wear that. It doesn’t match.” And I’ll be all “Does it really look like I care?” It gets so frustrating sometimes. They just don’t seem to get it when I tell them that I DON’T CARE! My dad sticks up for me most of the time, but sometimes he says “You should listen to them this time John.” And then he’ll whisper “Girls like it when guys match their clothes.” And they just don’t care that I don’t care. I’m always like “What’s the point. It’s not like I’m going to the senior prom (even though I’m still in 7th grade)”. Why do I need to match my clothes? If anyone can give me a little hint better than the ones that my parents and sister tell me, like it will help me get girls (which I do not need help with, dad! I hope you’re reading this!), you can post a comment to tell me. A blog is nothing without the viewers and commenters. Thank you for reading and commenting (mom, dad and sister (I’m not using you’re real name for security issues, not that I don’t trust you guys), I hope you are reading this. I DO NOT CARE!!!!!!!!). Have a good time everyone.