So, I am supposed to be waking up at 8:30 this morning. Well, it's 5AM and I have yet to doze off. I've tried several times.
When I say "several times," I mean most people probably would have killed themselves by this point.
Here's what's going to happen here. I'm going to complain and bitch about stuff and hopefully it will wind up being funny, as I was reading my last few blogs and realizing that they actually weren't that funny (herein begineth the bitching), and this is mostly because I sat down and was like "I'm going to write about something that is indeed the essence of hilarity."
Here's what actually happened: *panics and vomits on the keyboard with such force that words happen*
So, it appears that today I will be existing solely through the almighty power of Five Hour Energy. This is a habit that I developed last semester, so why the hell wouldn't I continue it during this one? I figure I'll down it as soon as I get on the bus from the stadium parking lot.
...So you guys remember that 365 photo thing I was supposed to be doing? Well, I abandoned posting on here every day around like day 3, and then I abandoned actually doing the whole bloody goddamned thing at day 29.
Sigh, this post is turning out to be a miserable failure. I would probably be funnier if I started talking about giant babies spewing fireballs at squirrels or some random and contrived thing like that.
Well, I have a couple of other actually cohesive blog ideas that I could be working on I guess. I suppose I'll go and put those into gear instead of continuing to vomit boring all over the collective screen of the internet.
If you'd like, you can imagine me disappearing in a puff of smoke, or turning into a swarm of palm-sized gnomes or something.