As usual when I'm bored and too tired for DDR, I find myself here, at my Xanga. Now I need to figure out what I want to say. I could go into a long rant about how my parents are the meanest people ever and just don't "get it." I could wallow in self pity, wondering why it is I don't have a girlfriend. I could complain about how terrible my life is and how nobody understands me. I could toss in random excerpts of depressing poetry, showing how dark, mysterious and angsty I am.
Or maybe I could *gasp* do something original! None of the typical teenagery things I mentioned above apply to me (Except the lack of girlfriend thing. I'm starting to wonder if I'm really that bad.....) XD Kidding. That door will open when it opens. There's no point in trying the handle every five minutes.
I've been reading some random Xangas recently and I really wish I hadn't. Of the two dozen I read, they all covered one or more of the above themes. (changing pronouns as needed from male to female in some cases.)
But it really dampened my faith in humanity. Are people really that unhappy with the lives they have? Is it really that bad?
Or should I be fearing for the future? Are geeks really the only hope for our generation?
Depressing sentences that rhyme don't make poetry. Stick figures in crayon aren't art. And for God's sake people, your is not the contraction of "you are."
However. I have come to the conclusion that complaining about them won't fix anything. It won't make them stop their nonsensical rambling. It won't purge untalented "art" from the net.
So I shall now use this site for it's original purpose. I will tell you about my day.
Today, I was awoken by my mother letting a few furry mammals into my room around nine. The dog and cat stood on my torso until I awoke, and got ready for work. I skipped breakfast because I'm not muych of a breakfast person and made it to work slightly late, but good enough.
And then I cleaned my aunt's house all day. I now smell like a cross between lysol, windex and "orange clean." I won't bore you with the details, but I got lunch, got paid and came home.
And here I am. How amazing is that?
I didn't think so. But I would now like to take a small amount of time to curse Will. He intentionally got the theme from "Katamari Damacy" stuck in my head. ::Glares at Will:: Because of him, I had weird dreams of random people I know prancing across a stage singing that song. They were animated. And there were too many neon colors. It made me think someone slipped something into my orange juice.
Oh, and I applied for a job at Border's yesterday. The questionairre was like three billion questions long though.
Spring break started for me yesterday. How happy... now that everyone else is back in school, I'm out of it. College annoys me sometimes.
Nothing else to report, so here's my joke.
A priest, a rapeist and a child molester all walk into a bar. And that was just the first guy. | 
