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Hello guys, I've been very busy lately so I haven't had time to update my blog. I apologize for the lack of new, fresh posts.

Anyway, on to the latest moment of insanity.

So just yesterday, I was on the bus to school (Yes, I'm a high schooler, Inb4 all the Underage b&---> GTFO LOLINTERNETS stuff) when just as the bus was leaving my housing development the bus driver suddenly announced that there was a "student emergency" and that he had to drive directly to the student's house.

There was an expression of utter panic and urgency on the kid's face, and the reason why the people conversing on the didn't poke fun at or mock the kid was that it wasn't the face of someone who really needed to go to the bathroom, but of one that resembled the type someone would make if they suddenly found out the their parent had a stroke or heart attack.

By the time the bus reached his house, the occupants and myself were dead silent (I'm usually noiseless anyways, They Might Be Giants keeps me too distracted from all the chitter-chatter). The boy ran out of the bus like a bolt of lightning and returned 5 minutes later with...

A.

Sweater.

A.

Godd*mn.

Motherf*cking.

Beige.

SWEATER.

Needless to say, we were 10 minutes behind schedule arriving at school, Quite a few people including myself will probably have to spend 6 months in rehab at a Zen Buddhist center, And I don't think that kid will EVER be riding the bus again.

Or let fire and brimstone and the wrath of justine bieber's (its name is not worthy of correct gender and capitalization) horde-of-banshee's-screams fall upon his puny little ego and body with all the grace and beauty of the Meteorite that was responsible for the Chicxulub Crater.

Over and OUT.

/g/ on a daily basis

and yet /g/ is my favorite board.

...What is wrong with me?

COICA

Read this.

Holy Sh*t, the US is f*cked...for the nth time.

This "bill", if it can be called one, makes me think that the people who agree with it should buy a 12-gauge shotgun with shells and play solo russian roulette with themselves.

This, really, is a serious wake-up call to all the people in our (if you're from the USA) nation to get those as*es off those laz-e-boys, get those noggins a-movin' (and for some, those shotguns a-pumpin'...at their own heads), and for Moot's sake, fight tyranny in the Government for once!

Friggin' Little Kids...

So, today I set off on my daily jog around the neighborhood with my shiny new Polar watch and chest-strap on.

Difference today?

My friggin' little brother was following me all the way.

So here's the deal. While I was ready to go out to jog, he (and he's only 10!) viciously asks for a rubber band for no apparent reason even though he is perfectly capable of getting one himself.

Always one for the sarcasm, I fling back the suggestion that if he would make me a glass of lemonade, complete with icecubes, then I would get him the rubber band.

Being the  stingy little bastard (always has, always will be) he is, I was completely caught off guard when he marched into the kitchen and promptly returned 5 minutes later with a glass of lemonade (complete with icecubes!) in his hand and asked for the rubber band. Having no choice but to submit, I opened the drawer for a rubber band.

But, as my hand was reaching for it, he quickly grabbed one himself and walked off.

Thinking nothing of it, I went outside and began running.

But after a few minutes, I was beginning to wonder who was following me on a red-wheeled Razor scooter that seemed SO familiar.

Oh sh*t.

It was my little brother.

Very ticked off at this point, I asked him what the hell he wanted, and he replied that he was following me since I failed to give him the rubber band since HE HIMSELF took it before I could grab it, and therefore I still had to "pay him back" for the lemonade he made.

Worse still, after I yelled at him for that ridiculous claim, he started acting and talking like a mentally challenged person and shout "cute random" things to get off the hook.

Needless to say, My heart rate was 30 BPM above usual and I burned 200 more calories than usual.

My Chest hurts...

Hello World!

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