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Here’s the new update to my boring ass life that I never allow people to know because I honestly don’t care if they’re interested in my life or not. Either way, it’s been pretty crazy. I’m over Holly. Finally. It took a while but it was well played. Everything is going a lot smoother and I’m loving it. I don’t have to care about anything except the exams that I am doomed to taking. Although, I don’t necessarily need to take them, that is unless I want to pass or not. Despite that horrible fact, my life has been very crazy. I want everyone to know that my birthday is on the 30th, which is a thing that is happening. Another thing that is happening is my most excellent MUD BLAST. This excursion will be near the middle of July. The whole concept of the MUD BLAST is a big whole filled completely with mud. I was sitting in my math class and thought about it off the top of my head while scanning the atmospheric environment of the window. I looked around and saw a guy washing his car and there was a bunch of mud under it. Which I though was pretty ironic because this guy had been cleaning his car for about a half hour so far and he began to drive off proud of his work. But he lacked the knowledge of mixing water and dirt produces mud. I’m not sure if this guy was smart or whatnot, but he tried pulling out. He floored it and ended up with mud all over the back of his automobile. I chuckled for a while at the reaction of this dumbass, who didn’t understand why he was slowly sinking. After he finally got out of the driveway, I looked at the big pile of mud, and thought a while. Hours later, I came up with the idea of a mud wrestling pit. I was very proud of this verdict. I explained it to Megan and she didn’t seem that excited but she said she would go to support the cause of… mud I think. Either way, I told a few people about it and now I have to actually have a mud party. I have to figure out where it will be where the city will let me have it. I want only my friends to come. I don’t want any assholes that I don’t like consequently did not invite. So I’m thinking… email me if you want to go or are interested in going or not. Please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Goddamn it. I am such a fucking answering machine. Everybody come to the Rose Festival. It is at the Rose Garden on Lake Avenue near the Maplewood YMCA. I’ll be there because my parents bring it about and stuff. So come and have a time. I don’t care if it’s good or not. Why you ask? Because I cannot determine your pleasure requirements. Oh well. No, I can’t drive the golf carts and I’m fucking pissed about it because I have my permit and I was promised that I could when I could drive. But now you have to be 18 to drive the golf carts around. So that took my morale for the Rose Festival down a billion points. Bastards. Ehh… I can’t do anything about it. I shouldn’t care this much but I do. Fuck. I wanted to drive those as a job. I can’t tell how. Maybe I’ll propose that as an idea for raising money. Maybe for the mission trip. Excellent. It will be good if I can drive them around for money. I will taxi people, most likely old, to their cars and whatnot. I think that it couldn’t be that big of a harm. You know? But anyway, I want to hang out with anyone. Just give me a call if you want to hang out with a sexy hunk of loser. You know the number. If you don’t, well, then I don’t know if that’s reasonable for hanging out with the sexy hunk of loser. I must be off. Why? Because I can’t think of anything else that could have happened that I’m too excited about to tell you.