this isn’t serious.

That’s right, I’m finally admitting to it, this blog has not and will never be serious. As much as I long to be an adult like the rest of the gang, I just can’t bring myself to write about the struggling economy or how I just saved 15 percent on my car insurance by switching to Geico. For reasons unknown, I don’t posses the serious gene, and as odd as it’s not. I’m completely fine with this.

I don’t think I long to be serious, I enjoy being the comic relief. Even when what I write is only funny to myself. I’m the type of person who just reads blogs and comic strips all day. Because I have no life and therefore I spend all my time doing things that have no use, like watching tv and… wait, didn’t we just go over this. Many of you will most likely not like my blog and therefore you will hardly visit. But that’s alright because once a month I’m probably gonna just write a hate filled blog about you… or maybe not, I haven’t really decided yet, but you’d have read my blog to know anyways – I’m devious like that.

Anyway this blog post only really exists because we were in class today and Cvetich was talking about how he couldn’t read blog’s because people have lives, and hadn’t written anything yet – unlike me – and then Elena… THAT’S RIGHT… I’m mentioning your name in my post… back on topic – Elena said that she hadn’t read anything new but that she read’s my blog. Which completely surprised me. I really thought I was the only one subjected to the torture that is my writing. No seriously if you’re still reading this it’s like being smacked in the face or strapped down to a table, injected with crack-cocaine, or maybe speed and then forced to watch a documentary on sea snail’s… or the whole twilight saga. It’s just plain torture.