I am attempting to make a coherent post in 26 minutes. Nah just kidding it isn't going to be coherent. But it will fulfill the "post" part quite nicely. Ready? BEGIN.
So I went on my blog today for the first time in forever and realized, "Hey I haven't made a post here in around 65 million years, maybe I should make another one." Everyone (everyone in my imagination, that is) agreed that this would indeed be a fantastic idea, so I decided to commit to it, right before the big varsity game at 7 that EVERYONE SHOULD GO TO. We're leaving at 6:30 as a matter of fact. It's gonna be spectacumazing. I made up that word.
In sad news, I witnessed a death in my head today. The unfortunate victim was... well I tell the whole story in dialogue because I'm feeling edgy today:
Me: (walking to my car in the parking lot after school and stopping at my friends car) Hey Brandon (is that really how we greet each other? I'm not sure. I honestly have no idea.)
Brandon: Hey.
(Conversation ensues.)
After a few minutes:
Me: (pointing to his truck) Hey I just realized that your exhaust faces to the side.
Brandon: Yeah (I think he said something else, but I was feeling really weird today and can't remember what else was said).
Me: It's too big to fit an egg inside.
Logan: (oh yeah he was there too...) Maybe an ostrich egg...
Brandon: Ostrich eggs are huge. (He made a large circle with his hands) One ostrich egg equals, like, three omelots.
Me: There's an ostrich in my head.
Logan: Three eggs?
Brandon: No, like three omelots-
Me: I think I'll name him Larry.
Logan: Larry...?
Brandon: -So that's like 10 eggs or something...
Me: Larry was just shot by a poacher.
I don't remember what was said after that point. I'm starting to think I have bad memory problems. I considered that maybe I have some rare form of extreme narcissism and only remember things specifically about me, but then I realized I couldn't remember much of what I said today either, so I ruled that out.
I've been very talkative today.
2 minutes left...
I've been all talkative for about 6 or so months now, and it's going alright actually. Used to be painfully shy, and now I'm a social butterfly. That rhymed.
The end.
UPDATE: Larry is, in fact, alive and well.
