Procrastination: the awesome way out.

World of Warcraft is an evil thing.

A very evil thing.

So yeah, so what? So I have three posts now, even though nobody reads 'em. Do you wanna fight about it? I didn't think so.

Imitiating Scrubs' Dr. Cox at your friends can have amusing effects. Particularly if these friends have never seen Scrubs. The secret is the voice and the accent. If you can get those down, then it becomes painfully easy. My friend Bryant is still a little scared. But who cares about Bryant anyway?

Yeah yeah, so my blog posts are becoming disjointed and only moderately sensical. So what? If I am putting off writing my speech and star-gazin' for Astronomy, then I don't feel the need to be particularly intelligible when posting on a blog no one ever reads.

I wonder why the word Journalist can't apply to someone who keeps a journal? Or can it? I don't know. I want to refer to myself as a Journalist, because it makes sense to me, but then no one would get what I was talking about. Except I've already explained where I'm coming from on the whole "Journalist" issue, so maybe they would.

I am dreadfully sorry that this post was so inane and time wastin'.

Good Bands:
Electric Eel Shock

Good Games:
Lord of the Rings Risk

Good Phrases:
"Melodramatic soliloquy"

Good Bye

(It's a schtick, I know, shaddap)