RIP: EVERYONES BLOGS

They're reviewing my crappy short story this week in creative writing. Some guy in that class said "Andy Camp" after hearing my name and I just looked at him. He then started to talk about how good those fries are and then I finally realized what the fuck he was talking about.

Watching Philly handle the snow is the best. It seems to be something along the lines of, "Ehhh it'll take care of itself. And hey, we have these things if it gets outta hand. We'll worry about it tomorrow, aye!" I've never seen a city actually avoid plowing anything on the day of a snowstorm. It was wonderful to see them using construction equipment to deal with it, though. Good city. Solid city.

I trying to kill time before I go fencing and embarrass myself. It is not working.

This video is good. (Eddie found it)

Goodbye.

Facebook (2007-2010)

Let us mourn for our good friend Facebook, whom recently passed. Though it only lived 3 years of life, not a moment was wasted. During my brief time knowing Facebook, I can't say it ever did me wrong. It was always there for me, and others, I'd think, relieving the loneliness of all of those around it by connecting them with the rest of the lonely populace of the world. Facebook tried to accomplish the unaccomplishable, that is, eradicating the epidemic of alone time. It only wanted to help, and I loved it for it, but it's death is no tragedy. It lived a long, fufilling life, and provided the only universal outlet for all of our inner mobsters/farmers/elves to manifest themselves. And that is truly something beautiful. Goodnight, sweet prince. You will be missed (kinda).

And there's blood on my keyboard now because my nose wont stop bleeding so that's pretty fucking disgusting.

I wrote a play today. After watching Shakespeare in Love all I want is to be just like the romanticization of him and be ambushed by swashbuckling writers while rehearsing my plays. I cannot think of a reason there aren't more sword duels involved in the arts these days. When did that tradition die and why? I think I'm going to write a musical adaption of Chocolat. Maybe with swashbuckling.

Towson tomorrow, which makes me happy for two reasons: I get to see Courtney and don't get to see my mom so I wont be depressed cause I'm getting kinda tired of that so yeah! (Note: this was more enthusiastic but this is the third time I've had to write this part because blogger can't seem to compute the use of less-than symbols and 3's next to each other and KEEPS ERASING EVERYTHING AND IT JUST DID IT AGAIN ZOMG)

Ronnie Skullsterson (37) passed just last night from possibly intended collision with the Smithsonian. Some sources say Ronnie didn't understand the process of body-donation for scientific study, so he took it upon himself. "Ronnie has never been a very proactive guy, s'far as I's known him," best-friend Arnoldson Strathmorious tells Daily O's, "he was bound to do this sooner or later, ya know. And he told me last night that he would, so I'm not all that surprized."

I apologize for the rapidly declining quality of these and myself.

Theres a lot I could say about this man

But this picture says everything my small, girlish fingers could ever reach for, so it'll do.

you don't win friends with salad

Susan B. Smanthany, 69, died tomorrow. She was killed during a time-traveling incident, by fire of a loved one in do or die situation involving her and herself. She is remembered by her son who's name she could never remember, this was not due to memory deterioration typical of old age; her memory was exceptional, in fact. Her son, unfortunately, was not.

In other news, Juanita Pauline "Polly" Boner actually did die today or a few days ago or a week ago. In her old age, I'm hoping Polly learned to handle her unfortunate handle with good humor and cheer. This is assuming Polly Boner did not die by suicide or, more unfortunately, a rabid/frothing boner. Either of which are no laughing matter.

This is stupid.

This is also taking longer than it should. In the "Labels for this post" box directly below where I'm typing it helpfully suggests some labels I might use, such as "scooters", "vacation", and "fall". If only my blogger bloggs were bloggy enough to be as interesting as any of those three radical topics. I WISH I was passionate enough about scooters and/or bloggering to blurg about them. I've never had much passion for scooters (or anything).

Bloogging on my own page is so much harder than on Kris's. It's also much less fun, much less rewarding, and much more of a reason to be ashamed of myself.

Philthadelphia is philthy as usual. Spiro and I passed by an abandoned house that was surrounded it's own personal garbage moat. Its a few houses down from his. We call it the garbage house. It's good to be back in Thrilladelphia.