Wow.

Okay guys. It's like 12:00 in the morning. And I should probably go to bed. But everyone else is still awake.

They all left me. I'm all alone right now. That's why I'm blogging, it's kind of like a fall-back for me. "crap, I'm REALLY bored and no one's talking to me."

"I KNOW!! I'll go blog!!!"

yeah. That's pretty much how it goes. How the cookie crumbles. Whenever someone says, "The shows not over until the fat lady sings." They're talking about me blogging. Did you know that?

Probably not.

My stomach hurts, kind of like an emo kid's wrists hurt after a week or two of slicing the cookie dough, but TEN TIMES WORSE.

So imagine the WORST pain you have ever experienced, then hype it up a bunch. That's what I'm feeling. Ever broken a leg? My pain's worse. Concussion? Worse. Any injury of yours ever been on Scarred? Worse.

It feels like a horse being stuffed in a room full of cheesecake, then hit with pillows until he pukes. That bad. Seriously.

My arm is really itchy, and it has little red spots all over it. I know, it's lame. Kind of like a party with a bunch of Harry Potter super fanatics.

Ever been to one of those parties? How lame is it?

I was talking to Jerry earlier, and he said that my leg has a huge blue spot on it. I looked down, and guess what? It wasn't a blue spot at all, It was a blue octopus.

Ew. That's really gross, could you please like, not do that?

Yeah. I think you can probably tell that I'm bored.

Okay, Buh-bye guys!