Note.

I'm not dead yet.




Yet.

And Then Jeremy Came Up . . . :D?

Hola mi Anegros. It's been a minute, hasn't it? I haven't had anything better to do lately. So, I figured I'd hop back in this sidecar. You know how difficult it is to hop in a sidecar while it's moving? Really difficult. That's how muchOWWW finger suddenly burned with no source of heat anywhere near me! WHAT THE F---[We interrupt this blog to bring you this PSA.]


It's been a pretty rough day at work huh? What do you do? Come home, fix yourself a snack, smother your children, watch some TV, relax and unwind? Well stop it. Seriously. Snacks kill people. 


[We now return to your blog] and then I just jammed it as deep in there as I could get it. I honestly didn't think it'd fit! xD Just thinking about it kept me up all night, Not that I planned to sleep anyway after that, seeing as how I knew he was gonna come early in the morning, and I didn't want to miss it. Gnomesayin? ;3 The worst part was the Meowing though. It. Never. Stops. And that, kids, is why you shouldn't stuff a cat in a mailbox. Believe me. The mailman never thinks it's as funny as you do. At least mine didn't anyway. Then again, I probably should've checked if it had rabies first . . . my bad. >.>


I'm confused. Like, Lots. We're talking, more confused than . . . [Insert an analogy that's only hilarious to me.] Seriously, like [reference that analogy again.] It's not even funny. Actually, it's quite funny. Yup.


CURRENT STATS:


Song: Iwatchedherdie - A Horizon For Judas


Drink: Sparkle-up. The most generic form of sprite I've ever seen. That tastes better than actual sprite. 


Food: The millions of particles that are floating in the air. 


Want: A Pizza. Will cook one later tonight.


Need: Someone to text me . . . It'd probably help if I took my phone off of vibrate and got it out of the kitchen though, wouldn't it? ">.>


Damn, No messages. Ain't that a bitch. The only thing I see is my background staring back at me . . . Savannah. <3 

I've been thinking, that maybe I should become a loner again. My friends are okay and all, It's just that I feel like I don't fit in with them for some reason. I'll gradually start slipping away probably. I can't avoid the ones in my classes, but it's coincidental that those are the ones I want to keep. Sort of.

So . . . yeah. I'm back. With updating frequency ranging from Daily, to Bi-weekly. If it takes me longer than two weeks, I'm dead. Call 911 and send them to "3733 Highway 472, Conway South Carolina" to collect the body. I'll be in my bedroom, in the Northeast corner of the house. Sorry about the mess.


HOLYBALLS I just realized that in Japanese beliefs, Spirits enter the home through the northeast corner. Is that why my room is always so cold? >.>



















Brr.

Well, Actually,

OHGODI'MSURROUNDEDBYPEOPLETHATAREWELLPRETTYCOOLACTUALLY:D

-looks to my right- The Choreography in one of Adam Lambert's Videos is quite . . . stunning really. Everyone seems to move as one. 


-looks to my left- Ew. Work.


-looks dead ahead- Oh, Hey there :3 Didn't see you come in. -puts on some pants- How long have you been there? Look, whatever you saw, it wasn't what it looked like. That Fucking cat was totally asking for it! DON'T JUDGE ME! On a thought of the second variety, I don't care what you think. Well, actually I do, I'm such an attention whore. :3 Even the fact that you're reading this makes me want to do things to you . . . yeah. Those kinds of things. I'll bring the Ice Cream if you bring the Sprinkles. :D Also, where's a good, cheap place to buy muffin mix? We may need some of that too.



Thank you Lizzie, for answering that questing while blogstalking me from less that a foot away. I'll be sure to stop by Wal-Mart and get some. 





I'm popular in alaska. And Parts of Canada. Lizzie is VERY popular in Canada. :D Ask her. 



OMIGAWD I need to put movies on my zune when I get home. I have Zero Day downloading (Well, It's probably done by now) at the house, Can't wait to get home and watch it. :3 Probably move the dining room table back, Move the couch in front of the computer table, and then Grab a blanket and curl up all nice and warm while watching kids get shot. :D A national pastime. 


Wow, I like to seperate things into sections. However, I'm HIGHLY unorganized. My Physical Science teacher actually yelled at me to organize my notebook. xD Good times, Good times. -looks to my right again- OHGODBLACKGUYINAVICTORIANERAWIG! -hide- It's like Chris Tucker, but worse.


I'm going to go to a Pep Rally soon. at 2:45 actually. JOY.


I want to go do something today. Just not sure what. Lizzie just Meowed. Repeatedly. Mreow. Yeah, just like that. OKAY KIDS! GO AHEAD AND TRY IT AT HOME! EVERYONE MEOW AS LOUD AS YOU CAN! OKAY GOOOOOOOOO!!  










okay that's enough.

Cornbread.

Today was a good day. Not a triumph of the human spirit kind of day. Just a good day.

Classes went smoothly. I found out I'm a sucktasticaly okay Motivationalist. I made someone laugh to the point that the whole class had to stop and wait for them to calm the fuck up. Which took, about half the class period. Good times. Good times. All I had to do was finish my Juice/punch thing and I looked at him and just calmly said "I just pulled a Hitler." He looked at me quizzically, which was to be expected. I said, calmly once more, "I have eliminated all the juice." He proceeded to Laugh his ass off. His Ass then took a trip to cancun, and hasn't been heard from since. That's going to make things difficult I'm sure. I'm doing what I can to help, which isn't much. Oh well, it makes me feel important. :3 -triumphant stance-

God is girl. Did you know that? I didn't. At least, until I heard the song that told me that. Titled appropriately as "God Is A Girl". Well, it was a Techno Remix, but the message still carries. You know what I'm talkin 'bout. So, how was your day? I'd love to hear about it. Except, Well, I can't hear you through the monitor. No matter how loud you yell. Stop it. you're waking the neighbors. They'll think bad things.

I'm going to answer ten questions I'm going to ask myself! :D

What's the deal with you and Cornbread?
An inside Joke between me and my friend Anthony.




What's your favorite word?
Spelunking.




Who's your favorite artist?
Music-wise or Art-wise? Music would have to be Rammstein. I have yet to hear a song from them that I'm dissapointed by. Art would be . . . Damn it, I don't remember. I forget his name, but I know his paintings. >.<





Preferred Computer brand?
Toshiba. :3





Do these questions suck?
Sort of.





Why are you talking to yourself?
Because, I'm about as crazy as a cat who's scratching a catscratcher filled with catnip, except it's not catnip, It's a deadly cocktail of Cocaine, Heroin, And various Amphetamines.





Do you have a job?
Have you been to my profile you illiterate Cockgobbler?





What's your favorite song?
Feathers - Coheed and Cambria





Do you own anything you wouldn't give to anyone else, even if they begged for it?
My existence. Other than that, Little else.





What's your one weakness?
My Compulsiveness to give anyone anything they want.





What's your greatest strength?
The fact that I'm a good listener. People trust me. I know too much about people because they confide in me. Oh the lives I could ruin with what I know . . .

I won't do that though.





What is something you tell yourself every morning?
FUCK! Another dead hooker? The backyard's getting full. >.<





What's your favorite type of Corn-based Bread Product?
What the Fuck?





Is there something  you should be doing right now? 
. . . School Computer Work.





How much juice have you eliminated today?
About 13oz.




You realize that ten questions was five questions ago, right?
Oh shit, You're right.





Care to go further?
Only if you buy me a drink first.





I'm broke.
Well, I'm not a cheap date.





Well, can you stay here while I get my rich friend Chuck?
Depends. Is Chuck cute?





Sort of.
Eh . . . I've got somewhere I need to be.






Oh okay.
You sure? I could stay a little longer I guess . . .







No, It's fine.
You sure?







Yeah . . . 
Okay . . . Well . . . Bye.





Okay . . .
Yeah . . .





Which way to the Ammunition Department? -sniffle-
Down there to the Le-- . . . Wait, No, STOP! DON'T DO IT!


I CAN HELP!


NO!

NO!


COME BACK!



PLEASE?


Oh god . . . what have I done?
















-muffled gunshot in the distance-

Alright Lunchbox, Let's Try It Again.

   Yay! Schooltastical Schooltasticness. It's very Schooly and Schoolish.

   Blech . . . The air tastes of school and school related items. Which may or may not include the following: Paper, Notebooks, Pencils, Pens, And Automatic Glock 18cs. Love the smell of burning napalm in the morning. :3 Not that I've ever made Napalm Bombs and stuff . . . That the police need to know. (Easy one, Lightbulb, boxcutter, Dish Soap, Gasoline, glue. Figure the rest out for yourself.)

   I worry about me sometimes. By me I mean Global Warming. By Global Warming I mean your mother. By Your Mother I mean your friend Colin. By your friend Colin I mean your creepy Uncle Tom that you share the joys of Incestuous Anal Sex with. By creepy Uncle Tom that you share the joys of Incestuous Anal Sex with, I mean me.

  Am I the only one who wants their own Personnel Halting and Stimulation Response Rifle?  (Pictured Right)





CORNBREAD
WHAT THE FUCK




New favorite Exclamation Pictured above.

I've hope you've enjoyed this glimpse into the 1/42099th bit of my mind. Which may or may not have left you with Diseases . . . Yeah . . . use the Cleansing and Sanatizing shower on your way out.

You might want to get yourself checked.



Sorry.



We're still cool though, right?

SPLASH!

     Into the world of blogging I dive! Balls first. Convinced by a dear and close friend that this would be a good Idea. I attempt to open my eyes to see into the water that I've just submerged myself in, Only to no avail. It's so dark, I can't really see anything. I'm sure the water will clear up as time moves on. We'll see.
     I'm struck by a rush of cold, My body adjusting to these abnormal temperatures. I'll get used to it, I hope so anyway. I feel like I'm floating in the void of Teh Interwebz as the tiny fish of information swim by and occasionally bump into me and don't apologize . . . Rude bastards.
      What's This?! A commotion I hear above? I swim what seems endlessly towards the surface. Until My face finally breaks the top, and a warm current of air combined with the cool water Give me sensations I haven't felt since that one time. (You know what I'm talkin' 'bout.")

    Alas! There are people! Everywhere! It's like . . . so wonderful, I can't describe it right now! I think I'm gonna cry . . . No, wait, that's just an eyelash. Owowowowowfuckowburnstingowfuckburn, Okay, we're good. Anyway . . . No, wait . . . ow . . . okay, now we may proceed. where was I? Oh yeah. -ahem- Everyone swims around free of restraint, gladly voicing their opinion caring not for the fact of whether it is heard! I love this place already. Can't wait to meet the people and let my voice be heard! :D



Also, Thank you Friend, for taking the time out of your busy day to read this. I know you're busy, You've probably got lots of things to do. My bad, I don't want to take any more of your time up. Oh, But, Hey, could you grab me some Chex mix on the way home? The one's with the, Yeah, those. Alright, See ya.