Went to school today.
Geez my life is so boring.
Okay, some new rules about people's blogs!
First: Picture is a no! Putting your picture online is just not too smart. If they no your first and last name, your general location, and your picture, they can find you (they being creepy kidnappers, of course!).
Second: No last names! Jen and Jesse, there's probably a better place to talk about your schools and locations.
Third: No deep, dark, secrets. They suck, and we don't care (unless they're who other people like! Keep those coming).
Fourth: No rules about blogging! We'll post whatever we want, whenever we want, with however many last names and secrets as we want!
Fifth: Exclamation points are fun!
Currently Listening To: Counting Crows, "Mr. Jones"
Currently Watching: My Neighbor Beating up her Cat
Currently Typing: This Blog, you morons
Current Quality of Jokes: Mediocre at Best
Ah it's 8:42 (or is it 7:42?) and I'm so bored I could eat a horse. Well, normally it's I'm so hungry I could eat a horse, but eating a horse would take a while.
While I type this I'm playing hamsterball with my sister. That is, she goes, I blog, she plays, I play.
Now we're going to write a story. While she plays, I type some, etc. Let's start.
Once there was a little kid named Fred. Fred lived in a town called "Hamsterballville". All they did for fun was play hamsterball. And eat poptarts. So like one day Fred said to his much prettier sister, " I want you to be the team member on my blog". And then Fred sister (lets call her Rachel for reasons unknown to us) was like no way unless you pay me and then he said I have no money and she said ok well I'll do it anyway. As Fred's plan continued, he began to feel guilty about breaking the knife he would stab into Rachel's back. Then he looked over and saw how bad Rachel was doing at hamsterball and felt okay. (that part about the knife was Sam- obviously I would never put something so gross). And then Rachel was like Fred our mother is getting mad at us for playing on the computer and listening to the Counting Crows and we have to go upstairs now or she will be really mad at us. And Sam was like screw her and free will makes the world go round but then he said ok lets go upstairs. And then they lived happily ever after. THE END.
well that was completely fictional. Except wait! we have to go because our mother is yelling at us...
BON SOIR, amigos!