Hola. Today was another day completely filled over the brim with work. I practiced lines, did school, and have yet to write the almost two hundred words that will bring me to my quota for the day.
Worship me for a short second because even though I am falling asleep and I still have a ton of writing to do and a crap load of history notes to copy down I still blogged for the sake of my darling fans. Except you in the back, you look rotten.
I realized today that I've never independently found a comedian that I liked. The only ones that I like have been suggested to me by friends or brother. Where do you go to find out about comedians? There isn't like a radio, oh yeah there is. XM. Money. Too bad...
Someday handsome alter ego, some day.
Anyway I realized something. It will be approximately seven years before I came have red dread locks\dye my hair amazing colors. This makes me sad. I even tried to manipulate my dance coach into having us die our hair to match our ties (flames) but she said that God got it right the first time. I hate it when people play the guilt card, it's so effective.
I must go now and sorry if there are hundreds of typoes, I don't have the energy to proofread this post.
Till tomorrow.
The end.
In which my teenage self unloads his thoughts, wishes, discoveries, and talks a lot about horses and raw food.
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