Indeed.

I have made this journal because I am bored out of my mind and want to put random useless factoids on the internet.

Awesome.

I am wearing a poncho, rainboots, a sombrero, and sunglasses to my school prom.

I have an addiction to chocolate milk. Sounds like bullshit, I know. All those middle-aged soccer moms who screech about being "chocoholics" and all that jazz. They're dumb whores. I can't go a day without my brown cow deliciousness.

I doodle in group situations to avoid making conversation when the group I am in sucks. This never works though because they always feel the need to compliment the drawing no matter what it is. "Ooooh is that a T-rex raping Bruce Willis on a motorcycle? How sweet."

My initial reaction to everyone who wears a wife beater as an actual shirt is "douchebag". I hope all of you get hit by asteroids.

I like seeing those groups of fake-tanned Italian teenagers, I think they're called Guidos, with the same haircuts and gold chains. It reminds me that just in case I lose my sense of originality and individuality I can just copy my friends.

Guidos kind of look like a sweaty, orange army.

Girls who are obsessed with Twilight bother me. It's even worse when they fight about who is going to marry Edward Cullen. They should take a break from arguing and wash their greasy ass hair.

I'm a judgemental old fool. It's what I do.

The front page deviations piss me off. Occasionally there is one that makes me go "That's cool" and I'll fave the shit out of it. But most of it is just "ME AS A SONIC CHARECTUR" and pictures of fat, sweat emo girls naked with saggy breasts. I don't want that. There should be a Retard and ugly skank filter as opposed to the mature one.


Comments? Concerns?

It's my birthday. Happy birthday.

You should buy me things.

And stuff.

Thanks.

I realise it has been almost a month without a journal, so I thought I might as well get on it and do one.

Why the title? I couldn't think of anything better than that. I thought it was super cool.

I wish TV gave me diabetes. It would give me an excuse to finally tell that asshole TV what's on my mind. I know she's been seeing other remotes. That whore. I'd kick that TV's ass so hard the Somolian Pirates felt it. Why? Why the fuck not. I hope that makes you feel violated like you just finished watching the A Team. Everytime I watch that show I feel like I've just been molested by a priest. The A Team sucks.

Does anyone have any good movie recommendations? None of that Twilight shit though. Looking for a good movie. Good is the key term. Not some retarded pale kid with big hair biting some bitch who looks like she's strung out on heroine. That's just an insult to the movie industry.

Speaking of insults to the movie industry. Michael Bay, if you're reading this, please go ahead and insert a long black knife into your anus. I hate you.

You're welcome for the journal.

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

In the last 3 days I have met a Raccoon who has gained a name, and become an infamous asshole. He snuck into my campsite with the pure intention of stealing all my personal belongings. Why? Coonts the Raccoon was an asshole, that's why.

He would wake me up with his screams of pure evil in order for me to scare him away and repeat the process. So, how would I stop this? I built a spear. Sure, nobody likes spears. They hit you, you don't jump with joy. No, you cry. All night.

Then next night I would lay awake with my spear with the burning intent of catching Coonts and making him thoroughly apologize for everything he had done to me. It was around 10 pm when he made his first appearance. He snuck into the camp site and tried to steal the food. I immediately shouted "COONTS!" and chased him into the forest. Our eyes met in a cold stare for what seemed like forever. Then he cried. He made the sound dogs make when they cry.

His whimpers brought attention to Coonts' friends, Marley and Mommy. The other two raccoons. They came running to Coonts' support and out numbered me. I proceeded to run away like a little girl. I returned shortly after, only to run into a skunk, I repeated the "Run away like a little girl" process. It worked well.

I never did get my revenge on Coonts. I hope he rots in hell.

Hey everyonnnneee. I'm writing for a blog on blalocksirp.com. You should check it out.

I haven't posted much, but it's still worth sending some traffic from here to there I guess.

Here is the site [link]

Click on the "Blog" button to read the blog. I have 3 posts. Only one is even mildly funny.

If you know of any independant bands that you think I should review, or any music news that you think is interesting, let me know!

Check it out, tell me what you think!