I Dunno

Uh . . . I don't know what to say, really. I'm just really kinda bored.

Yesterday I was talking to my cousin, Nicole, for like the first time in forever. It was awesome. I pretty much figured out that she's really busy, and it annoys me. Why are all of my friends busy? I guess I'm a little busy, too. Because I either have to babysit Joe, Ben or work. Oh well. Life goes on. But in the middle of our conversation, my mom shouted from downstairs to shut all the windows in the basement because Dad was fogging for mosquitoes, which were really bad. I have more mosquito bites than I ever had in a long, long time. Mosquitoes don't even like me. But when I got back Lizzy and Nicole were picking out words that rhymed with fog, because that was departing message. I, of course, joined in. I love being goofy.

After Nicole left, I retired for my room, but couldn't quite go to bed, so I started writing a story, using an awesome gelly pen. I covered exactly one page, and then decided that I needed to type it up right then. So I logged onto DeviantArt and posted it there. Then I wanted to write one of the adventures, still unable to go to bed. I didn't get that far, just describing my clothes that I dreamt of the night before. I got a little further today, but didn't quite finish it yet.

Then I did go to bed, and actually woke up at eleven. It's amazing. I'm waking up earlier every day. I went upstairs, popped in a couple PopTarts, because I just can't eat cereal anymore. Ben climbed onto my lap and pretty much demanded some, stabbing his little palm with his little pointer finger. He's too cute to pass up. I'm just glad he didn't want any of my chocolate milk. Oh yeah, I'm so healthy.

For lunch, then, Joe wanted to have Romen noodles, but I flat-out went mean and said no. I'm not a nice person, I just have a nice-person visage. I said that with the heat, I was not turning on the stove. So then we took pretzels from the freezer, found out we didn't have any cheeze to go with it, and then I listened to Joe complaining about how bad the pretzels tasted all during lunch. Eventually he got a different kind of cheeze from the fridge, but he still complained. So I went downstairs into my room, grabbed my MP-3 player and plugged that into a small stereo system I bought for it. We first listened to . . . Orange Crush (R.E.M.) and then Thunderstruck (AC/DC) and then a couple Queen songs and then a couple STYX songs. He pretty much shut up during the songs, thank God. I'm God! I didn't think the pretzels tasted all that bad, because, as all of my fellow A-lunchers knew, I ate a pretzel pretty much every day, and since Dexter High School didn't have any cheeze, I ate it without cheeze. Now that's a run-on sentence if I ever did see one. Too bad. Don't like it, sucks to be you. I love that line o' mine.

Then Joe turned on Hot Potato on the computer, and we listened through it, laughing our butts off, and I decided we should play Hot Potato. So we did. With a beanie baby. I won. So I stole the computer. And that's what I'm doing now. Stealing the computer. Totally and completely. Now I forgot what I was going to say . . . again.

I'm working on a new Zodiac Tribes chapter, almost halfway through it. Kifu's just stuck in the forest, and that pretty much means that I am, too. I think I should have the Zodiac Tribes people come now. But I sure as the heck ain't giving it away. Yes, ain't is a word. To me. I also mentioned earlier that I'm working on a short story for the Chronicles of the Box. Every time I finish one of those, I'll go in a sort of MNTGaiden manner and link it to DA or something at the top of a post. MNTGaiden, very good comics, just very angering if you love the TMNT at first read. I think I've read through them three times already? Still waiting for the seventeenth chapter to be finished. I think it's the 17th.

Now I'm not sure what the "Song of the Day" should be. I really love Adam Gilbert and Midnight Oil, even though, to me, they're both One Hit Wonders. Gilbert didn't even have a hit. I just really like only one of his songs. Midnight Oil technically is a One Hit Wonder. I love music.

Me being an obsessive fan of everything and all, I drew Thrax yesterday. I think he didn't turn out all that bad. I'm just not getting around to posting it any time soon because I don't have a scanner. I wants a scanner. Wait, we have one. I wants a scanner that works. . . .

I want to swim. Mom put in some chlorine in the pool yesterday and it really cleared up, just a little green now. She was going to put more in, but I said that was a lot of chlorine. Now I think it's a good idea. I also killed that stupid row-boat bug that was swimming around in there already. Well, I just squished it and threw it out of the water. I think it's still alive. Those things are some really freaky looking beetles, I must say. They have six legs, but you only see two.

Oh, Joe checked his email today and noticed that the TMNT haven't replied for a long, long time. Then he checked out their blog, and noticed that they haven't posted since the beginning of the month. Now he thinks they're dead. The last post that Donny posted was about going to Arkansas, about finding their past. This paragraph probably makes no sense to anyone. Hehe. I'm not tellin'! Who said that? Joe? Or was it me?

I MISS YOU GUYS, FROM REDFORD! I was looking in my picture book, and I saw William, and Maddy and Emily. I miss you all. Especially you, William, but you never talk to me! I wonder if he still lives where he did before I moved. I miss you all. . . . And the childhood dreams we've had. Now should the "Song of the Day" be Come Sail Away by STYX? Great. I hate music, but I love it.

I think I typed up enough now. I just can rant about anything. I notice that my mind goes into tangent after tangent, and then sometimes eventually loops back to a previous trail. It was especially like that when . . . nevermind. I don't want to mention that. It's still a very tender spot in my being. I don't want to rub salt into a slow-healing wound. No. Bad idea.

SONG OF THE DAY: Beds Are Burning ~ Midnight Oil