-Everyone should have a blog even if they are illiterate. It’s like an extension to your life. You write down shit you want to remember and then you read it years later and remember how retarded you are. So with that said, i hope that some of you are inspired to get a blog. Xanga is free, and it’s cooler then myspace or facebook. in which i also have but rarely use.
-I know i got a lot of people waiting for episode 6. As fucked up as my writing is, normal people still want to read it. which is beyond me. The shit i write…… i am seriously going to hell. Are we ever going to film this shit? It would be a lot cooler i think. But the materials we need will be extremely hard to obtain. Let alone somehow getting dorothy to say her lines. I guess we can edit it or something.
-Other news, the talent show was decent. and i’m being very generous when i say “decent”. I had no power as host. they just wanted me to do stupid things that no one else would fucking do. I only contributed 1 skit out of 14 gay skits. Everyone who tried out made it except Andrew Manous which i thought should have made it. Speaking of Acts, i thought all of them sucked except me, the copelands, and JD. Thats just what i think. There was too many Piano + Singing. I had a band so that was cool. Although i will never have alahandro as my drummer ever again. Perhaps the next talent show will be great. Perhaps i will have more authority. perhaps i can contribute more usefully.
-Dude, is it cool if i bear my soul for a minute? you know there’s like this Ultimate high school experience. and how it only comes around once in a lifetime. well, i have yet to fulfill it. I’ve had a house party, i have a nice group of friends, i get into drama (which is pretty cool), I’ve made out with a chick (not really but i’m going to say i did), i have a person to hate, i have people who hate me, but there’s something missing. I have yet to have a girlfriend. Since it’s senior year i’m getting pretty desperate. god knows what i’ll do when i’m desperate. and i’ll be damned if i don’t have a girlfriend before this year is over. fuck fuck fuck.
-ok i’m done. sorry.