So, here's what you're gonna do. Make me up a new one (that's right, forcing work on to you instead of me), and you can only post four words at a time. So, I'm monitoring for spam and such, don't be a "cool dude".
Exo enjoys many hobbies,
People say "lol" a lot. But it's not always as simple as "Laughing Out Loud". Let's have a looksie, shall we?
Laughing On Logs: 'cuz, you know, when you cut down a tree, you just want to sit back, relax, and have a good chuckle.
Licking Of Lips: Mm, I love Slurpees!
Love Of Lions: They be so cuddly cute!
Looting Oversized Lavatories: Or, Stealing Towels From The Large Hotel Bathroom.
Lollipops Of Leprechauns: They're magically delicious!
Lakes Ostracize Levees: I have no idea w
I've completely made everything a lot cooler recently.
Firefox 2.0 wins. Got about 15 add-ons for web developers that'll make finding bugs in CSS a whooole lot easier. muahaha
I did a bunch of stuff in Morrowind, y'know, that game. I'm gettin' back into it, 'cause there's nothing better to do. Trying to get 100% completion on a game again.
s woo
That's right, to celebrate the current 100th entry (cuz I'll delete more old ones if I have to), we're doing absolutely nothing! So kick back, relax, crack open a bag of Doritos, and...
What? Awards?
Darn.
Well, I guess...
The award today goes to Worst Thing Ever. Yes, that's a pretty good subject, don't you think? Sure, sure, make all the Barney and Teletubby jokes, make all your Fall Out Boy and All-American Rejects jokes (oh wait, I do that), entertain us with your speeches on b
The title has nothing to do with anything, but it's fun switching letters on words.
Try it sometime, you filly sool.
And I have nothing else to say, and I'm really tired, so...whoosh.
I got out of school early today. Ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa-haaaa.
And I'm invited to a party tonight, and then one on Halloween. Spooooky. I have to do a costume thing. So I have no clue, really. I might go as a lumberjack, 'cause I found this fifty-thousand year-old plaid shirt in my closet. And I have plenty of jeans, and a pair of boots. And with my whiteness, and the combined accent of midwestern and southern US, I could easily get some Canadian thing going on.
Bah, kidding. I'll go get one of
Because on the Xbox disks, it says "Do not make illegal copies of this disk." As if I was GOING to, but then I saw the note and said, "OH, I SHOULDN'T do ILLEGAL things. Sorry, Microsoft!"
I don't want to even bother with a real entry today, I'm too busy focusing on...love.
Haha, kidding, dummypants. Which is what I will call you, and by you, I mean...you.
I do. I really do. You'd swear a monkey wrote what I write, but that's too mean. To the monkey, that is. This monkey would have had to never gone to monkey kindergarten, if such a thing exists.
But I do feel special for having it, as bad handwriting is a privelege usually reserved for doctors. Now, I've made, in my career, about a tenth of what a doctor earns for going to the bathroom in the morning. But it makes me feel like I'm stickin' it to the man, cause I can have terrible handwriting t
A.K.A, Exo's Discombobujointed Train of Thought While Playing The Voya Nui Online Game.
I'm sure you'll find something to disagree or agree with here.
(Spoilers, if you're not far into the game) Find your own way to Garan, loser...At least I didn't have to fight those Master Nektann for this. Ugh. According to VNOG, there's a grand total of 10 Matoran on the island. That's odd. Stronger Ussals? Shoot. Dang, I like that Ice Power Launcher. Shame that my ratings lean more towards Fire and
Oh, and then there's good news too.
But it's too bad the AAR were rescued, I was hopin' the Piraka would've made them stop making music or something. Would've been a nice service, I'd hug Zaktan. I really would. Unfortunately...
And I have to write two English papers. Two! That's like, more than one! Can you believe this? Garrr!
*punch*
But VNOG is surprisingly pretty cool, and I'm addicted.
I redid the blog blocks a bit, and finally gave in to the urge to use categories. SO YOU'VE TAKEN ME NOW! ARE YOU HAPPY!? Sick freaks...
But anyhoo, I have nothing to do today, after finally finishing my English last night. I plan to go with my third consecutive day of wearing the same shirt and not taking a shower, and in general being a bum. Woo!
Today's the first Saturday of the month. Y'know that? It seems like it's taken forever for the weekend to come around again. You know what else
Welcome to the MOST EXTREME TITLE CHALLENGE!
I mean...
I figure it's about time to do another one, since I was slightly bored, and figure I should get all this cool stuff kick-started. While trying to avoid my dreaded English paper.
So today, I'm just going with another genericy thing : Worst Sports Mascot. And though there is plenty of competition in this great field of lists, feel free to disagree with me or praise me for being the coolest person ever when I say the Stanford Tree rea
So, in the growing fad of people doing actual interesting things in their blog, I'm starting a thingybob. I'll give a title to something for being something, and you'll wonder if I could be less specific. So, today, I'll start it off with two things.
Men Without Hats was a bad 80's group, but they're going to get mentioned in the veeeery first Title Award (henceforth referred to as TA, because I'm lazy) Entry. They had such...ahem...wonderful songs as Safety Dance. But disturbing news - somet
I'm hiding, so you can't see me.
Today's a boring day, but there's no work going on. So that's good. And people are nice. Sometimes. And I had pizza. It was ok.
So since I put up another entry, go forth and thrive on your spam comments.
That's right, thrive. Now go forth before I'm forced to use that word again.
Oh, also. *stabs All-American Rejects for being such a terrible band*
Canadian.
But not really.
So that's not what this blog entry is about. Shark knew that already.
...so...hi.
But wait! I may have something to blog about!
I'm going to speak in only questions. Starting...now? Yes, starting now? So it may get confusing, ending my sentences with question marks, but oh well?
Nope, not funny or anything to talk about today. My eyes hurt. Too much work, and all kinds of grass'n'stuff got in my face when I was mowing. And I still have to do that report
I GOT A DISTORTION PEDAL for my guitar. But now, every I GOT A DISTORTION PEDAL so often, I'm going to have to tell you I GOT A DISTORTION PEDAL that. I'm loving it! It cost I GOT A DISTORTION PEDAL over a hundred bucks, but it was well I GOT A DISTORTION PEDAL worth it, and was around half the I GOT A DISTORTION PEDAL price I thought it would be.
So now I'm adding to my ever-growing empire of guitar stuffs.
Praise me for my coolness here.
I have to write a paper on William Cullen Bryant's views on nature?
*slaps English class*
Feel free to share any cruddy paper assignments you've gotten.
And I changed the blog name to make it lie nicely on two lines. Yay.
Why do people care about their post count?
Seriously. Why?
Today's boring, but I'm going to have a great meal. It shall be chicken. Cheese. Crossaint. All in one thing of thinginess and goodness. So beat that, eh?
I think I'm just going to play guitar all day besides that. I'm working on a new song. So try and beat that too, while you're at it.
And beat Bellsouth, too. Because their internet is really slow.
