A Day Without Anything

So here I am again, "blogging." I hate that word, it makes me sound like more of a douchebag than I actually am. I don't even have anything to write about, except for this: today, for the first time in a very long time, I did absolutely nothing. Not one thing. I left my house just twice: first, to get a sandwich, second, to get a sleeping bag. (The two are unrelated.) Ah, but there is a reason for this nothingness: my neck refuses to move, like, at all. So I've just been looking forward and slightly down since I woke up. It made checking my blindspot totally impossible, because thats something I do ALL THE TIME.

So basically, I've just been propped up on the couchbed doing intertubespace things all day. I have traveled into the darkest distances of the blogosphere. I have masturbated, in the middle of the afternoon. You could quiz me on IvyGate, but not College Confidential as it is my firm opinion that that website is run by the devil, and boy does he ever have slanty eyes.

HEY! Speaking of college, its that time of year! So after, all that complaining I did (see any post in the October 2007 and November 2007 archives [Side Note: That feels like forever ago. {Let's be more emo, shall we?}]) And, I can certainly say I've been happier, but right now, this (as in all of this) feels very good. It feels like I'm being paid for having such a sad existence the past three and a half years. But, it still feels weird that high school is pretty much over. Granted, I definitely do not want to go back to school on Monday (especially after a seventeen day vacation DOOT) and this is really weird to say, but I couldn't imagine myself going to a different school. There I said it.

I promise that there will be better posts soon (Perhaps one of you would like to write one? What's that? You don't Why not? That's cool too, I guess). I will make it my blogduty to ensure that something zany happens in The Land of Magic. See the problem with blogging is, its just easier not to. That's not a statement of quitting because as I learned from the three episodes of America's Next Top Model today (Shut up, why do you watch it?) TBanks finds no human quality weaker than quitting. My neck still hurts.

Ponder this: Should I spend 50 dollars on a bathing suit at Mecca? (This is the intertubespace version of calling dibs) Because I don't have a bathing suit. And I'm classy.

P.S. If you're ever feeling sad, just Youtube search "golden retriever puppies." You will not be sorry.

P.P.S. If you're ever feeling horny, and want to be disappointed, just watch softcore porn from 1995 on Shotime. You will not be sorry.