Are we really necessary? None of us are.
I need to think of a better beginning word than I.
I guess I isn't so bad of an ending word then, do I?
By the way, I just got done toiling to make that icon.
In case you couldn't tell, it's Vito being Waldo from tonight's Bam.
I'll probably only have it for a day or so, we'll see how it goes.
Alright, let the time wasting commence with another pointless entry!
So, if you know me, then you know I am a professional sleeper.
Sleep rules... it's just so easy, and damn it feels great.
Incidentally enough, however, I am currently on a spree of no sleep.
Somehow I managed to stay up Saturday night, into Sunday, and now it's Monday.
I was up 'til about one o'clock on Sunday afternoon, man, I bit the dust.
Only to be woken up half an hour later to help Mike move a bunch of stuff.
We then proceeded to lounge at the pool for an hour or so with some brews.
Afterwards, I found myself with Brando and Tarpey shaggin' balls at Bray.
Then we like, tried to go to Hungry Howie's, then Golden Corral, both failed.
We ended up at Checker's, and I came home, grubbed, and shortly fell asleep.
I had planned to get a shower and head out to a beach party, so much for that.
I'm sure I wouldn't have lasted long, I would've fruitfully indulged myself.
So anyway, I woke up around midnight and I've been up since, can't sleep.
It's weird, 'cause with all the sleeping I do, it should be a cinch. (sp?)
I guess I've just done so much that I cannot anymore. No more sleep for me.
Hah, right... hopefully I'll be able to make it to sleep when I'm done here.
Ace Ventura is on, though, and it is strangely captivating, oddly enough.
Cannibal Corpse is fuckin' rockin' out right now on it... Hammer Smash Face!
At any rate, today is the fateful day: BAND CAMP! Fuckin' AWESOME!
I can't wait, I cannot wait. LEFT, HACE... 1, 2, 3! ABOUT, HACE... 1, 2, 3!
I really wish we didn't waste time with that bullshit.
Prove interesting it shall, because there is an interesting predicament.
You've got me, Austin, Micah, and Jasper all trying to run the show.
It'll probably be gravy, but shaky at first I'll bet. God, here we go.
The marching band season... ahhh, I can smell it like a Tropicana night.
This one'll be good, like all the rest of 'em, and I'll be there again.
Seems like I'll never escape the beast that is the MHS Marching 'Canes.
And as you all know, my girlfriend is DL captain over at Riverview...!
So, to another successful season, and hopefully me getting some sleep.
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night. Peace, etc.
I guess I isn't so bad of an ending word then, do I?
By the way, I just got done toiling to make that icon.
In case you couldn't tell, it's Vito being Waldo from tonight's Bam.
I'll probably only have it for a day or so, we'll see how it goes.
Alright, let the time wasting commence with another pointless entry!
So, if you know me, then you know I am a professional sleeper.
Sleep rules... it's just so easy, and damn it feels great.
Incidentally enough, however, I am currently on a spree of no sleep.
Somehow I managed to stay up Saturday night, into Sunday, and now it's Monday.
I was up 'til about one o'clock on Sunday afternoon, man, I bit the dust.
Only to be woken up half an hour later to help Mike move a bunch of stuff.
We then proceeded to lounge at the pool for an hour or so with some brews.
Afterwards, I found myself with Brando and Tarpey shaggin' balls at Bray.
Then we like, tried to go to Hungry Howie's, then Golden Corral, both failed.
We ended up at Checker's, and I came home, grubbed, and shortly fell asleep.
I had planned to get a shower and head out to a beach party, so much for that.
I'm sure I wouldn't have lasted long, I would've fruitfully indulged myself.
So anyway, I woke up around midnight and I've been up since, can't sleep.
It's weird, 'cause with all the sleeping I do, it should be a cinch. (sp?)
I guess I've just done so much that I cannot anymore. No more sleep for me.
Hah, right... hopefully I'll be able to make it to sleep when I'm done here.
Ace Ventura is on, though, and it is strangely captivating, oddly enough.
Cannibal Corpse is fuckin' rockin' out right now on it... Hammer Smash Face!
At any rate, today is the fateful day: BAND CAMP! Fuckin' AWESOME!
I can't wait, I cannot wait. LEFT, HACE... 1, 2, 3! ABOUT, HACE... 1, 2, 3!
I really wish we didn't waste time with that bullshit.
Prove interesting it shall, because there is an interesting predicament.
You've got me, Austin, Micah, and Jasper all trying to run the show.
It'll probably be gravy, but shaky at first I'll bet. God, here we go.
The marching band season... ahhh, I can smell it like a Tropicana night.
This one'll be good, like all the rest of 'em, and I'll be there again.
Seems like I'll never escape the beast that is the MHS Marching 'Canes.
And as you all know, my girlfriend is DL captain over at Riverview...!
So, to another successful season, and hopefully me getting some sleep.
Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night. Peace, etc.