Does Anyone Care?

Last night my friends, my brother, and I nerfed it out to the death.  The labels always say "do not modify the gun", but no one pays attention.  It's kinda confusing.  I just watch Youtube videos about it and follow them.  My Nerf gun shoots longer and harder now.  In fact, half my life is spent on Youtube.  O_O 

We had zombie rounds.  Three people pretend to be zombies; two people have guns and try to shoot down the zombies.  Unfortunately, zombies can't die, so no "nerfing it to the death".  Sigh. 

The other half of my life is spent reading books and doing other random nonsense like school, and school, and to-the-death matches.  Fooo-haha! 

I want to be a movie critic when I grow up, because I would get to watch movies for a living, even if some of them stink.  How fun is that?  If I can't be a movie critic, I'll be...well...uh...I still have lots of childhood to live, so maybe I'll get back to you on that. 

I better go before my eyes bug out...wait...no...NOOOooooo....

  

No Sappy Dreams Today

Slavery.  Sigh.  The cruel mistreatment of an innocent youth.  Yesterday I helped paint a house because I was carried away by the insanity of my parents.  I still have paint on my clothes and I can't get it off.  My favorite warm, nylon-y pants are ruined.  I thought I could keep the paint from showing by turning them inside out.  Alas, some paint did seep through.  Wow, this update stinks.  I'm just talking about how paint got on my clothes.

On to more intriguing matters.  Enough about me.  How about you?

Silence......

Wow, you're the most boring person I've ever met.  I sense a strong desire for you to do something, but your mouth is glued tight.  I wonder why?  :::suspiciousness:::  I think I should probably get back to me since you're not very intriguing.

I rejoice that football season is over for me.  I do not wish to be a mangled body trampled on and unconscious.  Hopefully the worst bruises will fade into wherever they go when they disappear.  My dad forced me to play football, although he claims that I wanted to.  Fathers.  Sigh.  They're not as good with feelings as mothers are. 

I learned a few things:

1. Never put your head down while you're trying to tackle.  (You could break your neck.)
2. For some strange, magical reason, when you're chasing the quarterback you somehow know when you're going to get him and when you're not.
3. How to pancake a guy and get many bruises on the way down.
4. When your dad really wants you to do something, there's no getting out of it.

  

Day One: The Beginning

Hello people of the internet!  I am your supreme LORD!  JK!  I am really just a nerdy boy and um, well, yeah.  Okay.  So yeah, no longer the supreme LORD of the internet.  I just sit in my basement and weep in the corner.  Not really.

I love to read and play video games, hence the nerdy part.  However, I don't play many video games because my parents chain me to the wall.  I'm sometimes athletic and play a mixed variety of sports like football, basketball, and barking at the neighbor's dogs.

I have a very active imagination because I was dropped as a small child.  I'm not sure how that connects, but at least people can point me out in a crowd.  My active imagination interferes with my nightly strollings through dream land.  For instance, once I was riding on a large bird, like a vulture or something, carrying a wooden sword.  Like a wooden sword will help in any way.  Another time I dreamed that I met a yodeling monk.  No joke.  I was in a barren land, like a desert or something, and I heard a strange sound.  It kind of freaked me out.  Well, he was making sand fly around because of the force of his master yodeling.  Again, no joke.

See you later, meager pawns of a bigger scheme.