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Hello again readers!

I had no idea how hard it was to write a blog. But then I realized that I should use the same advice I gave to a friend, to write anything about everything! And then I got inspired; to write about the love of music. It's like my own culture, one I praise everyday of my life.
Like I swear I might go berserk if I forgot it at home and I have to ride the bus listening to stupid girls who are all like 'Omigoshness, this morning, my eyeshadow didn't go on right, and now I look like I did yesterday! The horror!' and all that petty talk which drives me overboard.

Like this one girl on the bus who sticks so much hair spray and shit in her hair if you bent it oddly it would stay that way. It's really gross. I feel so bad for her hair. I know, I shouldn't care about other peoples hair, but how could you not! it's like fried, dyed, and anything else you can imagine. And what's worse, is that she wears extensions, and that is all tattered and looks like a dead ferret is caught in her pony.
See? I am making progress on my blogging about ramping on about some random person's hair. That's a start I guess.
This year, I am quite proud of myself; I have been getting the grades and of course, I am beginning to totally rock out on the guitar-ish. I say ish because most of my music is really sad, or something serious, I haven't started playing anything outstanding. I can play My hero (Paramore) Remembering Sunday (ATL) And a bunch from Flyleaf.

I fell uber proud of myself, I got my friends to join and blog! Well, I only had Laura join, but maybe Keiko will too! Btw, Suki is actually Keiko, I called her Suki because I didn't know if I was aloud to use her real name, but over text she told me it was okay :D

Omigosh! I love Alex Gaskarth! I just read his blog that had to do with how people got Milk... ahaha.. you should read it :D

So, me and my friend here, are planning a very sweet plan of revenge on Michael and that one day we with throw him down the secret stair way at school. And I promise you; you great people, that I will film it for you and post it.

Ah, as I just thought to myself, I don't care if no one ever reads my blogs, I still love writing them. Isn't it hilarious that if you were to always say 'Hello everyone! Nice to see you!" when no one ever reads your post?

That will probably happen to me, what whatever. it's nice to just freely write that in any minute someone in the world might just feel like reading my shiz.

I can't wait until 1212 then after new years, I will go and say how I didn't do anything or go to work because I was traumatized thinking I was going to die. That would be an interesting excuse to use into the Book of Lame Excuses.

I love how it tool me from twelve this evening to nine O'clock just to write this one entry. Because I will start a paragraph then walk away to go do something.. I've even left in mid sentance and walk back and be like WTH was I going to say there...