OMG DOODZ.
It's been two months since my last overdramatic emokid post.
Do you know what time does?
It flies. It flies, my friends.
The longer you go without posting, the harder it is to do it again. Yes, I find this to be true, because you're either trying to think of something to say because it's been so long and you feel like you should post something, or because you've got so much to say that you don't know where to start.
For me, however, it's not the latter. I can't say that anything interesting has been going on. As time progresses, my life seems to be less and less worth writing about. But for the sake of humor, let's try it anyway. Let's see... reaching... reaching...
I've got nothin'. Oh! Well, uh, I got a 4.0 for the Spring semester. That's something.
I also started working out. Trying to get in shape, yanno? Most people spend the winter and spring months getting in shape for the summer, but not me. No, sir. I like to be different and wait until summer, when the humid air can suffocate the living hell out of me, yanno? Just wanna shake things up a bit.
Actually, save for the excessive leisure time, I'm not a big fan of summer. It's hot, it's sticky, and my hair gets poofy. Not to mention that my bedroom is the warmest room in the house and it feels like a sauna in here whether the air is on or not.
OH! Speaking of air conditioning, the other day I drove past this church that had a sign in front of it that read: THIS HOUSE IS PRAYER CONDITIONED! At first I didn't get it.
This is a sad place to end things, but I'm gonna. I'm blanking out, and I can't think of anything funny to say at the moment. But for all intents and purposes, life is good. Dull, but good. Things are headed in the right direction, albeit without any sort of adventure. I can't complain.
OH! Here's something strange. I've been having this recurring dream about meeting famous actors and actresses and complimenting them on their most obscure work. For instance, the other night I dreamed that I met Tom Hanks and told him that I loved him as Uncle Ned that episode of Family Ties when he sexually assaults Mallory Keaton.
How weird is that? After all the movies that Tom Hanks has done, I tell him that I love him in an episode of freakin' Family Ties.
That really was a good episode though. LOL.
Okay, I'm done.
Do you know what time does?
It flies. It flies, my friends.
The longer you go without posting, the harder it is to do it again. Yes, I find this to be true, because you're either trying to think of something to say because it's been so long and you feel like you should post something, or because you've got so much to say that you don't know where to start.
For me, however, it's not the latter. I can't say that anything interesting has been going on. As time progresses, my life seems to be less and less worth writing about. But for the sake of humor, let's try it anyway. Let's see... reaching... reaching...
I've got nothin'. Oh! Well, uh, I got a 4.0 for the Spring semester. That's something.
I also started working out. Trying to get in shape, yanno? Most people spend the winter and spring months getting in shape for the summer, but not me. No, sir. I like to be different and wait until summer, when the humid air can suffocate the living hell out of me, yanno? Just wanna shake things up a bit.
Actually, save for the excessive leisure time, I'm not a big fan of summer. It's hot, it's sticky, and my hair gets poofy. Not to mention that my bedroom is the warmest room in the house and it feels like a sauna in here whether the air is on or not.
OH! Speaking of air conditioning, the other day I drove past this church that had a sign in front of it that read: THIS HOUSE IS PRAYER CONDITIONED! At first I didn't get it.
This is a sad place to end things, but I'm gonna. I'm blanking out, and I can't think of anything funny to say at the moment. But for all intents and purposes, life is good. Dull, but good. Things are headed in the right direction, albeit without any sort of adventure. I can't complain.
OH! Here's something strange. I've been having this recurring dream about meeting famous actors and actresses and complimenting them on their most obscure work. For instance, the other night I dreamed that I met Tom Hanks and told him that I loved him as Uncle Ned that episode of Family Ties when he sexually assaults Mallory Keaton.
How weird is that? After all the movies that Tom Hanks has done, I tell him that I love him in an episode of freakin' Family Ties.
That really was a good episode though. LOL.
Okay, I'm done.