This is a journal where I keep my thoughts. Feel free to read it.
My name is Noah. I am still a student and I live in San Diego, California. I am a bowler and carry a 200 average and won scholarship wink
Questions I usually get:
Have you bowled a 300? No
Highest Game? 277
Highest Series? 754
Xbox or PS3? Xbox
Xbox Live? Yes: Serious Weiner
Where did you get your name? My sister
Height? 6'0 and still growing
Any more questions, message me or add me.
I want to be a bird. And I'd be an a*****e bird, imagine this:
It's Christmas day, you're excited for your presents. Your parents are finally taking a break from their constant arguing and fighting and are enjoying themselves. Overall, it's a pretty relaxing day; the first in months. As you guys are laughing and opening gifts, I am on a hell-bound path to your house. The speed in which I am going is unreal and too fast to be birdly possible. I am flying right to your window. As I am on my way to destroy your glee, I am singing "Wrecking Ball". I am nearing my final destination and think of how much of a great life I've had being the world's biggest bird d**k. Then it happens, I smash into your window. Due to the speed I was at, I go through your window and shatter it entirely. Your family is so startled and don't know what to do. Your sibling(s) start to cry and your parents start shouting and this leads into another argument. As this is occurring, I am on the floor, enjoying my final moments. And right before I perish, I whisper, "I came in like a wrecking ball." And then I die.
"You're an a*****e Mr.Bird" - an original story written by Noah (Me) in Biology.