February 11, 2008
Mood: (T_T)
This blog post is going to be unstructured.
I like cheese.
There are too many delusional people in the world. Sasquatch playing the role of a God? We are in dire need of optometrists, I swear.
Chris Rock cracks me up. Same goes for Ellen DeGeneres. I love Ellen. Go her!
I find it funny/annoying that when I actually want to talk to people, they are NEVER online. What's up with that?
My teacher saw me opening this website today. He realized that I had a blog, and looked soooo interested. I'm bracing myself for the moment he asks for my blog URL, since it already happened with a different teacher last year. On one hand I want to delete all the incriminating posts, but on the other (winning) hand, I don't really give a flying shit because it's my blog. Hurray for freedom of speech!
Friendster wants to be MySpace. Now it wants to be Facebook. MySpace wants to be Facebook. It doesn't give a rat's ass about Friendster. Facebook doesn't really care about either two.
Rock balancing is great.
Sylvester Stallone's arms are disgusting.
I like potato chips.
I resurrected my second shot at NaNoWriMo and read it. I'm pretty impressed, really. If that story had been written by someone else, I'm sure I'd be nagging them day and night for an update. But as it turns out, I'm the writer, and I know that no matter how much I nag, I'll never listen to myself. I'm just like that.
Chinese food kicks ass. I love Chinese food.
My new-ish teacher seriously has the same voice as Umbridge. It's kind of irritating.
Why is no one online?
Ah well. Ciao.
PS: Valentine's day is coming up. Prepare for a rant... or not.
PPS: I actually thought the protest against Scientology would garner more media attention. I'm actually kind of disappointed, cause I was so stoked about it. But ahh... I guess media people are just plain sissies. They'll gladly cover Lindsay Lohan throwing up at rehab, but the protest against Scientology? Nooooooo....
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