Blarg! It's Madness

     I know you all have eagerly checked my blog each day for the past few weeks, only to be filled with disappointment that I haven't written. Well, your patience and diligence has paid off. I am back, at least for the weekend. There are times when people just decide they hate their blogs and those who read them. In those cases, they might just need some time to blow off some steam and learn to love again. I'm not saying this scenario applies to me, since it doesn't. I'm just trying to think of all the options.      So, I discovered I enjoy writing. However, sometimes, there simply isn't time to sit down and write, specifically for a blog. I'm currently in the Marching Band and am taking what some, including myself, might call time consuming classes. Fear not, though, it is late at night and I'm too out of it to stop myself from writing. That and Kyle scared me back with a threat that he might stop reading. I'm too proud of any of my free writes...

     Once there was a young lad. Let's call him Bob. Bob was an average Joe. However, let's not be confused, his name was Bobby Joe. He was occasionally called Robert by his angry mother, but we'll stick to Bob considering we're not angry or his mother. Whether or not one of us are his drunken father isn't applicable to the situation.      Bobby was a diligent student, however he enjoyed doing his work in a professional, digital format. His teachers were fine with this and he usually brought his laptop and a flash drive to school. He named the flash drive Sparky, but again, that's not applicable. One day he arrived to his English class, laptop under his arm, and greeted his teacher. "Hello, Joe." The teacher responded to his "Greetings, Teacher." He was a very formal lad, as was his teacher who insisted in calling him by his middle name. After finishing his usual introductions, Bobby Joe Joe decided to take his seat.      Once h...

     Don't really have the mood on, but had to advertise my lack of braces. So, Enjoy this random picture I took for this. It's not that great, lighting and all, and if you look close enough, I look stupid. Anyway...Still better than if I'd done this with Braces :D Picture is gone...I killed it

     I wrote something in a super secret blog of mine today. Having done that, I advertised this blog like a pro. If anyone was wondering, I don't like smelling tissues when I'm done with them. Just gotta start with some random content.      Don't read the previous paragraph...oh. You did? Oh...Wait? You didn't but you did because I emphasized the fact that I didn't want you to read it? You sick, easily manipulated person. I wish you all could feel the feeling I have right now. I have totally lost all sense and am now feeling the veil with my mind. When I say the veil, I am referring to the random cloth that I am imagining to hold.      If you read the first paragraph, I am upset with you. However, due to the fact that I don't really remember what I wrote in the second one, I implore that you do not read that one either. If you did, I would appreciate some help in getting a baseball bat with which I will repetitively beat a...

Blarg! That's right! I said it...

     Well...I've been busy. Went to Pineview. Had an abrupt end. I posted something about why that was so abrupt...yep. I was asked kindly to take it down. So, yep...That's about all I'm gonna post. Isn't life funny sometimes? Actually, I guess that's not all I'm going to post. I've got some stuff to say.      Don't you ever feel like life is just kinda flowing around you, but you're just watching? It's like swimming in a swift river. As you're swimming in a fast river, sometimes it feels like you're not moving. You can see that you are, either that or the shore is moving upstream... Anyway. It's kind of scary really. You know you're moving fast, but if you've just...I dunno...hit your head on the canoe you were riding in that is now twelve yards in front of you...or something random like that...anyway, you might be a little dizzy and just not notice the danger you're in. That is until a rock is sticking up off of the bot...

Went to our grandparents' condo for the weekend. It was nice. However...John made me angry. Surprised? Don't be. He does that anyway. So...Partied hard. Played some Zelda: Twilight Princess, bored...I mean board gamed it up mit me pappa. Um...Turned off phone for the trip, well, most of it, so was shocked when I had around 5 messages waiting for me. Um...yeah, I don't text as much lately. In fact, I think my texting rate, if I allow it to, is going to return to normal. Which is about 10-50 a week, not 250 a day...grr. So...Just writin to put stuff down now...       Oh! Funny story. On our way back to the condo after a business party, my phone kept going off due to a dear dear friend of mine who insisted in texting me. I didn't have it on vibrate, so every time she...i mean he/she texted...nvm...my phone yelled out "Blarg!" Well, after a while, my brother got sick of it and simply said, "From now on, every time I hear the word 'Blarg' I will punch...