good idear

That's the way my teacher says "idea". He says, "Idear" and it's allowed because he's obviously from Germany and he faintly looks like a chubbier Brad Pitt.

Guy on the left. Hey... where's angelina and your 398742834 kids?

This blog isn't really about him. It's actually dealing with good ideas. The creation of this blog is a good idea because now 3 people have something to read in their spare time. It wasn't a good idea to get a salami sandwich today. It was also not a good idea to drink wine while studying last night. It was a good idea to go to the library but it was not a good idea to forget my ID card because everyone went to hang out at the bars. It was a good idea that I wore my ear flaps today and it wasn't a good idea to eat an underdeveloped persimmon. It gives you cotton mouth btw. It's good idea to wear a bra in public but it's not a good idea to stop brushing your hair if you want to maintain a perception of hygiene. It's a good idea to sleep early and a bad idea to stay up blogging... oops. You catch my drift. The reason why I brought up the idea of..."ideas" is because I thought it would be useful to use a random word generator in order to jog my memory for a good story. The word that came up was :"climbing". I can write a bunch of things about climbing. Something that is really popular now is rock climbing. I swear, everyone is 'bouldering' and 'dyno' and outdoor ropes and callouses the size of their hands. Awesome........ But that's not what I'm going to talk about. I will also not go into the time I was talking so much trash against my sister when were doing a climbing wall and she totally schooled me. Embarassing. This is a story of when I had to climb into the second story without a ladder.


Now that I think about it, it's going to be a short story. Once my cousin locked herself in a room and she couldn't get out. This being summer, we were worried about her well being, and he tears and screams didn't bode well in our minds. I had a really good idea of stacking things to get to the second story. It began with a table with wheels.A great base for a sloped driveway. Then a tall table, then a box, then like, this triangular thing which made the platform slanty. Overestimating my stacking abilities, I climbed to the top and clung to the side of the lower level rooftop. All i had to do was pull myself on top. I could muster up the strength i'm pretty sure............ it was a one shot jump kind of thing, it looked like my elevation structure could only with stand one forceful push before it crumbled into woodchips. Seeing that this may be a safety issue, my neighbors across the street offered a ladder, and my grandma actually had a friend who had a ladder and she walks it down the street. Using common sense, I used the ladder and got into the room where my cousin was laying on the ground silently and bored. And that was how I saved my cousin from heat stroke