Ugh

What a day.

Stuff

So how was homestarrunner.com? If you're confused, watch everything on the site. It'll all come into focus.

Yeah, so the next book in the Septimus Heap series (refer to profile) just came out. I'm disappointed so far, but I'm only a hundred pages in.

Did you know that most of the matter under your bed is made up of dead skin cells?

Homestar Runner

I wish I could write a longer post but I have things to do (namely reading). I would like to recommend a website, homestarrunner.com. It might be hard to follow, but it's good stuff.

See ya.

Cello

I suppose I should expand upon my cello playing a bit. I've been playing for about five years so far. I play classical, fiddle (like, folky-dumpers), and sometimes rock. My inspirations are AC/DC, Rushad Eggleston, and Yo-Yo Ma. You can read about more of what music I like on my profile. I take lessons with Dick Noyes, and I'm in a bunch of youth orchestras, one of which is Odeon, led by Augusto Salazar. I want to learn bass, maybe viola too.

Or the double bassoon.

MySpace

Despite not using MySpace, I understand how much precious time it wastes. For instance, I just waited nearly forty minutes to use the blasted computer while Sarah looked up the MySpace profiles of her favorite country singers. No, the way to waste time writing about yourself is blogging.

Definitely.

Bugs

Well, the sun's back. So guess what else is back!

Bugs!

Yes, after months of dread, there are now mosquitoes, blackflies, and (your animal, color, or piece of clothing here) flies in abundance! Do you even dare to step outside, when your chance of being eaten alive is 99.9%? Find out today!

No!

Ah! My vacation draws to an end. Tears flow from my eyes, tears of regret and remorse. My sadness is truly complete. I weep to think of all the hours I have wasted blogging. The world is a cold, hard place, full of evil intentions. Soon I will return to my inmates at that prison of a school. I see no reason to live.

Goodbye.

Pizza

Gourmet pizza is weird. It's like gourmet hamburgers. You take a common food among slobs, and make it into some sort of $50.00 meal. Like, $@#*! off!

Anyhoo, my friend is here, and it's sunny and warm, so I'll be back,

Tomorrow.

Australia

I've been reading a Bill Bryson book, In a Sunburned Country. It's about Australia and the multitude of ways you can die there. Explorers have been reduced to drinking their own urine, young women have been gruesomely devoured by crocodiles, the box jelly has killed innocent boogie-boarders in minutes, and stones have been known to painfully destroy people. All this, of course, compels me strongly to go there.

Anyhow, the rain stopped, so PJ Time is finally over. Unfortunately, I still have nothing to do whatsoever, so I have no idea what to write about.

G'bye.

More PJ Time...?

When will this weather end?

PJ Time!

It's one of those days where you sit indoors, being the complete opposite of productive, in your pajamas, staring glumly at the ever-widening lake of rainwater in your backyard. Or blogging. Which, as you may have noticed, I'm doing. Right there. And there. And I was blogging right there too! However, since it's one of those days where you sit indoors, being the complete opposite of productive, in your pajamas, staring glumly at the ever-widening lake of rainwater in your backyard, I have nil to blog about. Except blogging. Blogging about blogging. That's a nice word. Blog. Blog. Blog.

Words

Yay! I didn't forget!

There are some interesting words out there. Comfy words. I compiled a list of some of them.

Trundle
Smock
Balderdash
Po-ta-toes
Hedgehog
Befuddled
Squash

That should tide you over.

So, I have been befuddled. I logged out last night, discarding blogging for a good book and a warm bed. This morning, however, I could not log in and was very vexed. Fortunately, I figured it out, so now you can read more pointless blabberings-on.

Until next time.

Woohoo! First Post!

Now, a normal person would begin by stating a bunch of information about themselves; what they like, who they like, and so on. But I am not normal! So I'll say some random orange juice. The mail-lady is fat and tall. She carries a living room on her smelly snowboard, for the pancreas of the cow is a cheesepot.

Fine. I'll be mundane. I like rocking my small, small house by groovin' wit ma cello, sailing (and consequently capsizing), reading books and Dwell mag, and blogging...I think. I just started.

More later, if I don't forget that I have a blog by tomorrow.