But I sure will.
After spending a large percentage of yesterday's third hour in an extremely "forever alone" moment,
i.e... Reading my own blog...
I've come to the conclusion that I'm just downright hilarious.
Not to be confused with making any and sense.
Anyway, now that the hilarity cat is out of the blog bag...
I'm totally pining for summer to bring it's warm, leg-tanning personality to the frosted flakes of Idaho.
If the icy breath of the winter dementors don't literally suck my soul out of my mouth, my own freezer-burned brain will shut down, and you will all receive the blue screen of death as my next blog post.
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This week is already moving far to slowly for my taste. And believe you me, I have exceptional week-taste. Weeks without school usually taste like bacon. These past few, well, their flavor more resembles a certain water dwelling scaly creature with no feet.
My procrastinatory skills have caused me to have to read 36 pages in a good old book called "Return of the Native" every night for the next week and a half. Now, that may not seem like an amount to cause insanity in the foreseeable future, but keep this old philosophy in mind. It's been passed down through my family for ages
. *To enjoy reading thirty six pages of any ye olde book, one must first find enjoyment of the same ye olde book.*
Sad to say, I've been unable to find any enjoyment whatsoever. Sorry, ancestors. I've been head-hunting the enjoyment factor for a while now, and haven't been able to find another shrunken head to add to my sizable collection of good times.
So far, not so good. Morale is low. But spirits remain high.
Confused yet?
"Strong Bad, did you get a virus?"
-"...No..."
"Did you get 428,000 viruses???"
-"Yes... very yes..."
After spending a large percentage of yesterday's third hour in an extremely "forever alone" moment,
i.e... Reading my own blog...
I've come to the conclusion that I'm just downright hilarious.
Not to be confused with making any and sense.
Anyway, now that the hilarity cat is out of the blog bag...
I'm totally pining for summer to bring it's warm, leg-tanning personality to the frosted flakes of Idaho.
If the icy breath of the winter dementors don't literally suck my soul out of my mouth, my own freezer-burned brain will shut down, and you will all receive the blue screen of death as my next blog post.
jhksjdhfkajdshflkjahdflkjadhflakjdhfadffsadflhkjhdsafkjhsadflkjhsadfkljhfdaglkjahdsfglkjahdsflkjhasdflkjhasldkfjhasdfkj-------
This week is already moving far to slowly for my taste. And believe you me, I have exceptional week-taste. Weeks without school usually taste like bacon. These past few, well, their flavor more resembles a certain water dwelling scaly creature with no feet.
My procrastinatory skills have caused me to have to read 36 pages in a good old book called "Return of the Native" every night for the next week and a half. Now, that may not seem like an amount to cause insanity in the foreseeable future, but keep this old philosophy in mind. It's been passed down through my family for ages
. *To enjoy reading thirty six pages of any ye olde book, one must first find enjoyment of the same ye olde book.*
Sad to say, I've been unable to find any enjoyment whatsoever. Sorry, ancestors. I've been head-hunting the enjoyment factor for a while now, and haven't been able to find another shrunken head to add to my sizable collection of good times.
So far, not so good. Morale is low. But spirits remain high.
Confused yet?
"Strong Bad, did you get a virus?"
-"...No..."
"Did you get 428,000 viruses???"
-"Yes... very yes..."
4 comments:
I'm always confused. Is that a bad sign?
Not necessarily :)
Oh, my dear Alexandrea: I don't want to break your little heart but here goes anyway! No sun is strong enough to tan those white legs of yours. (Soooo tempted to make a Tatooine reference here but I'll refrain to keep my good name in tact)You are Teflon to UV rays. You are the mayonnaise, if you will, of white people: Adding ketchup just makes you pink...never brown. Think about it. Might not make sense right away but just give it a second to sink in. That's right, fry sauce; you will always be the whitest shade of pale. But you can still sit in the sun and enjoy the warmth. Just tell your friends to bring extra strength shades ;)
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