TNT Dynamite

Since you two are my only followers, I have decided to bomb your wall with love bombings. Like they did in Hiroshima…Wait…

So I did it. I tried out for Mr. IA, sure my jokes weren’t the funniest, but I made it. (Nobody didn’t) So I now have two months to prepare a comedy show that’s about 2 minutes long, and get a ripped body.

Yeah, you heard me. This isn’t just a talent show, it’s a straight up man pageant. There is a swimsuit beach wear portion of the show where I, Trev Trev, will have to walk the stage wearing only swim trunks.

Which is why I decided to take up running again. I need to get some abs back since my winter hibernation is coming to a close and it’s warming up.

Mr. IA, here I come.

So my friend Jo is a delicious baker, I’m talking irresistible, mouth watering food here, home dog. Being as delicious and irresistible as it is, I’m pretty much willing to do anything for it. Including, oh I don’t know, a school man pageant.

I entered a pageant called ‘Mr. IA’ for a personal cake made by Jo of course. It was all going fine until I looked at the sign up sheet and realized I have to have a talent. Under pressure I wrote “Comedian”.

What am I thinking?! I’m not funny! I have to figure out something to do to get at least a little giggle by tomorrow for tryouts. Not my brightest idea, wish me luck.

screamjosifer asked: You saved my day. I had a crappy Valentine's Day (go figure!) and your card made my day, week, life, you name it. Really. It was so thoughtful. I cannot thank you enough. And then trying out for Mr. IA too to help support the school? I admire you so much Trev-Trev. Keep rocking. (This is not a question.)

I’m glad you liked it.

I’m having some trouble with this Mr. IA thing, I honestly have no idea what to do for stand-up. Wish me luck.

Well, I’ve had this Tumblr thing for a while now actually and I haven’t posted a single thing yet. I really pretty much just made this whole thing to follow my friend Jo, since it turns out you need one to stalk people, that’s a bummer. Secretly though, I wish my blog thing here could be as good as hers. She says some really deep stuff on it, I honestly wish I could be as cool as hers.

Anyway though, I know nobody’s going to read this, so I’m just going to say some stuff and act like it.

I go to a “Smart School” called the International Academy, or IA as most sane people call it, but looking at me and hearing me talk I’m sure I could fool you. I don’t act smart or radiate smartness from the way I talk, nor do I have amazing test scores and program new cures for cancer in my sleep, I’m just an average kid with a GPA that *cough* doesn’t really need to be shared.

Although this whole International Academy thing sounds all fancy and expensive and all that jazz, it’s basically in the basement of Lakeland High School (Bakeland). Bakeland? You ask. Why? Because it’s exactly that a Bake Land.

Let me paint you a picture:

I’m sitting in my body toning class, chalk-full of pot-smoking brain-deads. I end up sitting on a bench right in between two seniors and when I say right in between, I mean right in between, like they’re talking around me.

Senior 1: Hey man you missed the party!

Senior 2: Yeah, I wish I was there, I was hanging out with Bill.

Senior 1: Yeah you should’a been there, we had like three bongs, a *insert name of pot-smoking device here* and like two bags of weed! Why didn’t you just bring Bill?!

Senior 2: He didn’t wanna’ go anywhere man, he’s such a closet smoker!

Senior 1: Aww, he is a closet smoker!

This is pretty much a scene that could be easily witnessed anywhere in Lakeland. It’s not even like they’re secretive about it. I’ve hear of kids actually asking the teachers if they could go out and smoke, and if they’d like to join them.

I have a class that’s an IA class, but it’s in a Lakeland hallway. The one guys bathroom around that area is always locked, know why? Because kids were getting tired of walking by it to inhale joint smoke everyday.

Writing this inspired me to look up “Lakeland High School” on Urban Dictionary. Let’s get an exact quote in here shall we.

Lakeland High School

All the bathrooms smell horrible because people use them to smoke pot. Theres someone in every class that either sells drugs or can give you a phone number to call someone who sells drugs. The girls are cliquey. The guys are douche-bags. International Academy people downstairs think they are better than everyone else just because they’re in a smarter school. (That’s me!)
The only good thing about Lakeland is… oh wait. There isn’t one.

See, even UrbanDictionary agrees. I knew I could count on you.

The only thing I like about Lakeland really is the sports, I’m either in them or my friends are in them and I can cheer my heart out for them. But I’ll get into that at a later post.

So…Yeah…Rambling.