You guys are all a bunch of JERKS!!!
(I havent used that word since 1995, so it sounds odd, and I may not even know the true context of the word anymore, but thats what you are)

You know who Im talking about!

Yeah You!

(not you Kayla--Kayla updated her blog, even though she just put, I dont feel like updating my blog)

But the rest of you are a bunch of hosers.

I've almost updated my blog about 5 times this week, but every time I visit mine, or select few others, I see that no on else is bothering to fil me in on THEIR lives, so then I get depressed and go look at pictures of Ryan Seacrest. See what you drive me to....

Okay so today in my psychology class, my teacher was talking about "Id" and how it is the part of your mind that is always wanting and wanting it right now...then he continued to compare it to babies and basically told us, "Thats what babies are...little bundles of Id".

I enjoyed that.

And then Sam convinced me to go check my mail, even though I never have anything, but I did today, although it kinda scared me.

Any guesses about what Steph got in the mail? Or from whom?

OkAy, think of the key ingredients of a person that Im listing....crazy....Clay....crazy....her name is Julie.......oh crap

Yes, so I got mail from Julie: a lovely letter about the dangers of sleeping with Mrs. G, and a bunch of cut outs from teeny bopper (I just like the fact that I got to use that phrase) magzines of Kelly Clarkson. (althought there was no steamy pin-up of Mr. Nasty himself, Simon Cowell :(


Then Will came to my room whilst I was dancing around singing, "Boogie On Down", and asked me if I wanted to buy any of the cds he was holding in his hands...and they were all really crappy so I said no, and then he wanted me to go to the cd store and try to sell them. So we walked in the cold, cold, freezing, cold. (I couldnt think of appropriate adjectives to describe the cold besides those)

And they didnt even look at the quality of the cds before they rejected us (otherwise they wouldve realized that my AL Green Greatest Hits was a gold mine).

So I was really really bored, and avoiding typing in my blog (why should I help satisfy any of you hoser's future boredom by giving you material to read?) and I decided I needed to do something useful with all of my useless crap. SO I taped it all to Abby's door.

Seriously, the 3 cds I tried to hawk downtown, all the pictures of Kelly Clarkson, a free box of tampons some strange girl was handing out, and Abby's own shoe that she threw at me, and didnt realize she never got back...?

It looked really cool, and she was happy with it.

Then I stole the giant triangle/pyramid style cone from the hallway that said, "caution when wet" and taped it to Zanes door, along with his doormat....that was even cooler. I might be able to send you some pictures later. IF I decide to turn the lights in the hallway back on so I can take one (again, I was really really bored, and I discovered the fuse box...do I need explain further?)

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