Mickey the Moose and Rudolf

For the sake of not abanndonning this blog, I have decided to coment on a few things that have happned in my life lately.
Very recently I purchased Mickey the Moose. No this isn't some deranched underground child's movie, nor is it some strange titled hip hop CD. Mickey the Moose is, in fact, a plush moose. Sewn together by a lonely old woman. I becamevery attached to him, while helping out my cousin at her church's bazaar, we walked by a table of what seemed to be "junk". This consisited of everything from a travel clue board game, to picture frames, to God-knows-what-the-hell-these-things-are articles. Ten minutes before we left I was walking along the table for the one hundreth time that day when I saw him. His head was peaking out from nderneith a pile of junk. It was like there was a ray of light were on him and angels were singing "Hallelujia". Love at first site I say. so I take him and ask the women selling how much he was. After handing over 50 cents, he was mine. He now hangs on my locker door where curious grade sevens stare up at it without trying to catch my eyes. My friends think I'm insaine but...it's not the first time...
Let's take physics for example. I'm going to begin by saying that if you concentrate to long and hard on something that your destined to never understand you start to go crazy. Eventually it feels like there are a bunch of little elves are sqaure dancing to the Hampster Dance on your brain. SO after listening to Ying drone on about concave mirrors and the image and where ever it may be, my mind began to wander to something a bit lighter and happier. Christmas. Then when the DJ in my mind began to overthrough the Hampster Dance with Christmas carols this resulted in chaos. I ripped up pieces of my agenda and created "Rudolf the Crippled Reindeer." He has only three legs as I'd run ou of pieces of paper. I gave him to my good friend James where he now sits in his locker (Rudolf of course...not James).