I could be doing homework. I could be reading.  I could be listening to/playing music. I could even be sleeping. BUT I AM NOT. Instead I'm typing out this goddamn thing. And geeking out about all the Y34R Z3R0 CH4T5P33K R3M1X3D. Oh my god, there's a MWM remix. OH MY GOD, THERE'S A MWM REMIX.

Why do I feel the constant need to write such pointless nonsense. I mean, YOU (whoever YOU might be) certainly don't care about anything. But I'm not writing this for YOU, am I? So I don't care if you don't care. Let's go have a smoothie together.










Oh, and by YOU, this doesn't mean YOU. YOU could fill in anyone's name, and it would still be the same thing, narcissist. This was not in anyway written about YOU, and I don't care of YOU get it, or not. This isn't for YOU. This isn't for anyone. Please shut up and get a life and good taste. But fuck this. YOU're not going to ever see this, anyway. And even if YOU did, YOU'd be too self-absorbed to realize that I'm takling to YOU. I wish YOU didn't exist.




Someone do something. I don't even care. Just do something. 














Edit: Oh yeah. I found my clarinet. It managed to climp on top of the locker-wall, and I had to stand on a chair to get it down. Damn, I was kind of hoping for a new, normal looking one. I never wanted a red clarinet. I'm leaving before this progresses any further. I'm going to sleep.

Football game tomorrow. D: