Snickers taste so good it’s not even funny.

That’s the tip of a guitar pick in the top right of the photograph, by the way. It wasn’t supposed to be there.

I thought it would be a good idea to announce to the world that I have been talking to a girl named Cheska (she doesn’t want her last name published because she’s paranoid) since 7:39 PM and have been helping her with her homework that she’s procrastinated during her two weeks of winter break which is now due later today.

Actually, I didn’t think it was a good idea to announce this to the world, but I had nothing else to write about, and it’s the only thing on my mind right now, seeing as I’ve been doing this for about the past five and a half hours.

She predicts she will finish at around 3 AM.

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I wonder how much longer I can last…

"One early example of hypocrisy is seen in chapter two when Ralph states to the gathered mass of boys, ‘We want to be rescued; and of course we shall be rescued.’ This echoes the empty, hypocritical promises and attitudes of many politicians by telling the people exactly what they want to hear. It seems that Ralph is acting both immaturely and insensitively when he offers this baseless decree, but he may simply be imitating the callous and childish behaviors barely concealed by the chaotic matrix of feigned order imposed by the adult society that has so recently aborted them." -Richard King Perkins II

One of my friends’ step-dad wrote that about the book The Lord of the Flies.

I had to read that paragraph like seven times to be able to understand it. o__O

I wish I could write like that.

I just ate four of those.

I’m so fat

Guess what.

I need a haircut.

Sally lives in a hut.

I am eating a nut.

Shut (up and don’t judge me).

So what if I forgot to blog for four days straight.

It’s called being busy, folks.

Merry new year, by the way.