Now that I think about it, I’m not sure what to do with all the room… Lemme think… One rooms I could put awesomeness in and the other room I could put more awesomeness in! I think I win the vagueness contest(was there a vagueness contest to begin with?)

Again, the only bad thing is that when I move there, I’m not going to know anyone and I am not the best person at making friends… so I guess I’ll have to live on the internet for a year. Wait… I do that now. Hmm… Thinking about it, nothing much will change.

I had the greatest idea ever! I should become a cat! If I become a cat, I can sit here and type mean things about people on the internet all day and no one would blame me because I would be a cute little kitty cat! That would be awesome! I think I found my life’s goal: becoming a cat and terrorizing people over the internet. The hardest part, I think, would be learning to type with paws.. becoming a cat should be easy compared to that! Wow, this is gratuitous overuse of the “!” key! Amazing! I think I should stop now! Oh, well at least it’s better than this? How annoying would it be if I just did this? All the time? And you’d have to read it how you would say it? I’d sound like a Valley Girl? That would annoy me? I think I should stop? This is annoying? I guess I should end this blog now? I’m doing that now?

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours?”
Dang, I did it again?

When I was in fourth grade, my mom told me we had to move away(I had started to get bad grades and my teacher was an absolute witch, plus my mom had a new boyfriend who lived in Charleston and had gotten and better job[I forget which job it was, but she later went back to college]). I remember the last day I had at school was both my best and worst day there.

It was the best in the sense that I was a completely obnoxious. I did nothing the teacher told me to do and I got revenge for the all the things people had done to me in the course of that year. It was also good because I knew that whatever happened, I would survive that day unhurt and innocent. My mom picked me up and had all my things in this trunk of mine. The story behind this trunk is kind of funny because when I was four, I found it in my bedroom and thought it was a coffin. I figured my mom had given it to me to tell me that our family was a family of vampires and that I was now old enough to join them. Well, I was wrong and my mom and step-dad laughed at this for the longest time.

It was the worst day because I had to say goodbye to all of my(at the time) friends and move to Charleston. I was not a fan of Charleston when I got there, I had no friends and didn’t really make any(at Dunbar anyways). I despised that school, and I would have preferred to have that witch of a teacher instead of being at a school full of idiots and the culturally inept. That year, I became very introverted and became more isolated from the world… I really didn’t care if I had friends anymore. I still that way today, except to a lesser extent.

Then, I went to John Adams, which had just at the time became a Middle School, during my sixth grade year, I was… odd… I didn’t fit in and tried my best not to. Halfway through that year, I became more normal and started to get some friends, whom I still consider friends today. My seventh and eigth grade years were pretty normal and boring. My high school years I will save for when I have finished high school.

“We have no past, no future. And even if we did, it wouldn’t truly be ours.”

Anyways the reason I’m posting this is to find out why people have become so fickle, they hate something if it changes just a little bit. People hated Van Halen after David Lee Roth left, and I thought they sounded pretty good still. People whined when Link was cell-shaded in Windwaker, but I loved that game, even more than Ocarina of Time… I dunno, I may just be a weird person. It may just be because I like what most people don’t like because I hate conformity, but I don’t believe that’s it.

People scare me, really, I’m probably going to be one of those weird hermit guys that gets up at 3 o’clock in the morning to mow his grass while everyone else is asleep. You know that guy whose house you’re afraid to go near? Yeah, that’ll be me… People scare me, they’re annoying and they bore me. Well, I take that back… Most people… Not all.

Well, I think this post has overstayed its welcome. Peace.
“You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope some day you’ll join us, and the world will be one.”