TIME FOR SOME THUNKIN'

*cricks fingers* Awrighty. Time to run down my list. (oh lordy, that sounded like you-know-who...)

- If you ask me a you-know-what about me and you-dont-know-who... *violent gesture* Blah.

- How lucky practically all of my cousins are... NO SCHOOL FOR THEM CAUSE OF POWER OUTAGES. >_< How cruel life is.

- Y'know what sucks? Drive on the highway, and look at every single car. My guess would be that roughly 30% of them would be having a crappy day, 20% would be having a great day, 10% would be having the shittiest day of their life, 5% would be having the greatest day of their life, and the other 35% would be just in the middle. EVERYONE LOOKS ALL GRUMPY IN A CAR (besides the choice few that I have passed that grin insanely back at me.) WE MUST SPREAD HAPPINESS. *throws flowers around*

- I've copied down about 1/3rd of the Sax Quartet sheet music!
Enthusiastic crowd: YAAAY!!!
... in a b-flat key.
Not-so-enthusiastic crowd: ... BOOO.
Oh well.

- ... I just cut myself. Ow.

- $#%$@^ MOSQUITO BITES.

- Praise whatever you believe in that tomorrow is Friday. I'm already tired of school. What happened already that I dont like...
GEOMETRY: My teacher is boring. No if, ands, or buts about it. Full out boring.
BAND: Well, JR is becoming more... JRish... but now that I've complained him not being evil, now its time to complain about him being evil again. Ahh, memories.
ENGLISH: Well, its not too terrible, but we do one essay-sized thing for homework, and then the next day we have like an hour long discussion about it. WE ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT IT.

- Next blog I'll have a poem for yall to read.

- Aha, I'm making a comic about my phreaked up life. Lesseh, I've written one about a WWII Omaha Beach paintball reenacment with lil Marc, and one about my stylish-yet-cartoony drawing style, and one about Brian eating people's babies, and one about all us band geeks, and one about Dominique and how he lik- *gets stabbed*

>_>

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