Smells Like Teen Spirit

School spirit is cool. You know. It's cool. Yeah. Except for when some crazy kid in your English class paints himself blue for class color day. Yeah.

(Actually, D-Rob, that's awesome. Once again, you are my hero.)

So now is creative writing time~!

One day, a girl started crying because she was stressed out the wazoo. She didn't have any time to do any of her homework ever, and when she did, she would accidentally fall asleep. But luckily, she had a nice guy friend who let her cry on his shoulder. He made her feel better. The end.

My hair is really wet today. I hate my life. It's horrible by my preset standards.

Anyway, why am I in accelerated English? I want to be an Arabic translator for the government. International affairs and all. It's gonna be epic.

My blogs suck in terms of grammar. I just realized it. Maybe I should stop writing like I talk and start writing like I should.

Eh. Whatevs.

One day, there was a girl named Arden. She was a British traceuse, and very epic. She had an uncle named Shaun who was a historian who couldn't remember any of the Popes' names. Ever. Still, he wasn't not epic or anything. Anyway, they went to visit her grandma Maria's house, only she was not British and couldn't understand either of their accents. This story has no point.

Oh! Halloween dance. YIS~!!

So, recently, I've been having these weird thoughts. Like, I've been analyzing everything around me (and it's cutting into my homework time unfortunately) and realizing that our world is coming to an end in several different respects. We're killing the environment, screwing with every other country, not taking care of people who need us. It's ridiculously stupid how easy it would be to save everything. I don't know anything, though. I'm just a 16-year-old getting C's in advanced classes. What do I know.

Sigh...

... D-Rob, don't quit your day job.