User:Jfk180

jkf180

My name is Joshua Klajnowski. I was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA. One thing I am really talented in is archery. My father was big with archery and hunting and he got me started as young as possible. For my fifth birthday, my dad suprised me with my first bow. My dad and I spent hours shooting that day, and as an extra suprise he was going to take me to a outdoor three-dimensional target shoot that Sunday. That Sunday, I placed third over all in the junior archery division. Several years later at eight, I recieved a new bow, since I grew out of my first one. I shot many more tournaments and did place in first couple of times. Then at the age fourteen I recieved my current bow. I am still quite a good shot, but I do not partcicpate in tornaments like I use to. Now I use my bow primarily for hunting.

Top 3 Things That Irritate Me

1.People who try to push their beliefs onto other people

Why do people gota do this, it's so irritating. Come on I'm happy with what I believe in and your happy with what you believe in and lets just keep it that way. But no, you gota come over and ruin my happiness with your preaching of how your way of life is right and mine is wrong. I always hated having those religous fanatics coming to my hows telling how the path of Jesus, God, Budah, whoever, is the right path to achieve enlightenment or something. There was one time that one of those guys came to my house, my dog started barking at him, and he kept calling my dog evil, my dog is not evil. But the people tick me off the most are the PITA people or vegetarians who try to make me change. Now look, I like to eat meat, I really don't give a crap that it's flesh and muscle of an animal, it's tasty. But you people won't leave me alone about it, you insist that I change my ways, leave me alone.

2.Spiders

God I hate spiders, there so creepy. Why were spiders created, with their long eight legs their eight beedy black eyes...and the furry ones...shiver. When I was at the zoo when I was young I was gazing in the one spider cage, and it attacked the glass trying to get me, and I was completely terrified. I get the heeby jeebies just thinking about them. I HATE TARANTULA'S...they are the worst. I can't even look at them I get so freaked out. If I see one I have the feeling that there all over me and I start to freak more by the slightest movement against my skin. If I had one wish, I would wish that there were no such things as spiders in this world. And I really hate that they have big spiders in haunted houses, I hate spiders, and bigger ones are worse. And I hate how my family and girlfriend torture me with any spider they find. Ah...away from me you eight legged demons from hell.

3.Stupid People

Stupid people irritate me. These are the people who thought think Canadians live in Canadia. I can't stand stupid people, because you cannot reason with them. As hard as you try to prove to them that their thoughts are wrong, they stick to it. For instance, people think that the world was created in seven days; even though you can prove them wrong with fossils, I heard them say that they believe that the devil made fossils to defer our beliefs in God...What?!? Next these people irritate me for their ignorance as well. I was mad when people accused Obama of being a muslim terrorist. HE'S NOT EVEN MUSLIM! This also brings me to the ignorance that all muslims are terrorists. When I heard a lady say on the news she is scared to death that Obama would put on a turban, I nearly lost it. Muslim doesn't equal terrorists you ignorant moron. It gets even worse now that Fox News is starting to accuse Obama of being the next Hitler. You freaking morons shut the hell up about your retarded opinions, because the idiots in this country actually believe you. People, use your MINDS!!!

Okay now that I've told the things I hate the most in this world, you think I would tell you the things I like the most in this world. Well, no I really don't feel like sharing that with the world. Instead I rather tell someone funny stories that I went through during my life. I enjoyed them and I'm sure you will to.

Junior Movie

It is a tradition in the marching band I was in during highschool, that the men of the junior class would make a movie for entertainment at band camp. You can check the movie out on youtube by typing in "North Hills Junior Movie". I feel like it would be amusing to explain the making of the movie. Sophmore year, all my friends were scheming on what movie we want to make. The movie the that year was just terrible so we decided we HAVE to do better. We went through so many different story ideas. We wanted to have different scenes during the year, we wanted special effects, snow, the works. However, three months into school, the thoughts of the movie completely died away. By the time we realized we put off the movie, it was a week before we left for band camp. The movie's brilliant, yet insane, writer, Alex Pavlot, hurried and wrote a script to give us some kind of plot. After a night of hard working, all he came up with was a mad scientist coming up with a mind control formula. It wasn't much, but we decided to wing the rest. That's where the movie turned for the better. We began coming up with ideas on the spot. We chose to shoot most of the movie at Alex's house, being he had a lot of interesting stuff in his room. While rumaging through his room, we came across a wooden sailor doll. Stupid as it may sound, we chose to add this sailor as a player in our movie. "The Captain", as we called it, made many apperances in our film as an easter egg, appearing up in a lot of the scenes. The proper plot of the movie vanished, with us randomly doing different things with the camera rolling with us. At one point, about half way done with the movie, we realized that the movie was going to be way too short. One day, while waiting for the others to arrive, Alex, my other friends Adam and Steve, decided to have some fun by making some dumb comercials. We took a bunch of things that were laying in Alex's living room we shot the commercials. One of the commercials included making fun of our old marching band hats, which look like giant cutips. With the movie coming down to a close, we needed to come up with a unique ending. We chose to get our band director, Mr. David Matthews involved with the ending, which I will not tell as it would spoil it to those who wish to watch it. At the movies premiere, all of us were very nervous that the people would not like it. The movie is shown. Everybody, even the band's staff, are in doubled over laughing throughout the movie. The movie ends, and there is a standing ovation for our success. Even the seniors that made the horrid film the year before congradulated us, saying it was much better than theirs. It was a good movie.

Scary Woods

All this is 100% true and it freaks me out. So much, I leave the cemetary before dark.

Last year a large cemetary that was close to my house called the hunting program I am in saying that there were way too many deer in the cemetary and the woods around it. They were having complaints of flowers left on the graves being devoured by the deer. So they asked the program if it could bring in hunters to lower the number of deer. Only a few were selected based on their skills as a hunter, so naturally I was picked. Everything seemed fine, there was plenty of deer. I killed a doe the first time I ever went to hunt their. However, this did not last too long. Strange things started to occur. Early one foggy morning, as we were driving around the cemetary to find a place to park to go into the woods, we saw a strange object laying on the ground in the distance. We drove up to find a buck with its head severed off. Its head laid against a tombstone and its body laid a few feet behind. The markings around indicated that the deer was running from someone, or something. Whatever it was, the head was hacked cleanly off, as if by an axe, or even a sword.

Another scary case was a week before Christmas and it was a dark, cloudy day. It was quite windy most of that afternoon and the clouds move quickly across the sky. Then about 4 o'clolck the wind died completely. The air becomes thin and chilling. A swarm of ravens blackened the sky and perched upon a large tree. This is not any normal tree. This is the kind of tree you normally see in movies. A large tree that dominates the woods, hundreds of thick, twisting branches shoot toward the heavens. I look at this tree, my body freezing from the cold, at the heighest branch a thick rope hung down. I followed the rope to see at the bottom, several feet off the ground, was noose. This was definately not a prank, because this tree was at the top of an extremely steep hill. My body began to shake. I heard footsteps coming from behind me. A man came walking past me he stopped at the noose, he turned, and looked straight at me. I thought I was going to soil myself. The man then turns back and walks behind the tree, after that I could no longer hear his foot steps. I think that was the fastest I ever ran in my entire life.

One of the most recent events was the Saturday before I came back to Penn State after Thanksgiving break this year. I was about to get everything situated to hunt, but I felt like something was missing. I reached into my pocket and noticed that my cell phone was missing. I retraced my steps about five times, but was unsuccessful to find it. I decided to simulate how far my phone could have rolled down the hill along my path. I found a rock about the same shape and weight of my phone and dropped it down the hill. I followed it roll until it stopped near the bottom. I looked around, finally I saw my cell resting against a tree. I went over to grab it, but stopped. I took a few steps back to see what my phone was resting on. I looked down in horror to freshly dug up earth about human length. It appeared to be a freshly dug grave deep in the woods. Then my cell began to ring. I looked to see who it was, but I did not know the number. I answered to hear silence. Listening carefully I heard a very light breathing sound. Completely freaked out I tossed my phone and ran, but then ran back to get my phone.

I swear these woods are haunted, but I will continue to hunt, because there are a lot of deer.