My I Should Be Writing Something Else, But I Don't Want To Web Log

Originally Posted:  September 19, 2007

That's right, I should be writng this thing for class, but I don't wanna. I got more important things to do, like this. 

When did Sunday become the new "it" day? Was there ever an old "it" day? Whether there was one before or not, Sunday has now become the "it" day. Why do I believe this? Just look at all the songs. I could go on for hours mentioning all the songs with Sunday in the tilte. That doesn't even count the ones that just talk about Sunday in the song. And then you have the songs that talk about the weekend. You know what day is part of the weekend? Yes, Saturday. But there is also Sunday. So there you have it. You can think of thousands of songs when it comes to Sunday. But when it comes to songs about the other days: Manic Monday. That's it. That's all I got. So either Sunday is just really cool or it's the fact that Sunday is easier to use in a rhyme than the other days. Either way, if you are looking into writing songs you might as well just stop doing stuff on the other days of the week. 

This is for all of those that went to Mr. USU last night. If you happened to advert your eyes while Emon came out in his swimsuit, you may have noticed the lone gentleman in the audience giving him a standing ovation. You may or may not have seen me sitting just three seats away from this young man. I am in no way affiliated with the gayness of his actions. Nor do I condone them.

One other note about last night. I hope you all learned an important lesson. When doing something that quite literaly takes no talent at all, there is a very fine line between awesomely entertaining and painstakingly boring and lame. If you were there you know what I'm talking about. If you weren't there, I hate you. Sorry, that's just the way it is. As for the fun time, there is only one thing that could have made that even better. A little Jermaine Stewart at the end. Imagine the ending with a little, "we don't need to take our clothes off, to have a good time" playing in the background. "We could dance and party, all night."

Speaking of dancing and partying. Am I the only one who was confused by the paint dance? I just didn't get it. 

Someone needs to tell me to stop wearing my white flip flops. They smell like poo. It's just that they are so comfortable. And it's that comfort that makes them smell. It's a vicious cycle really. 

You know what else is a vicious cycle? The fact that I keep writing just so I don't have to do my story thingy. And the fact that you are going to keep reading even though I haven't said anything of note, ever. 

Screw it, I'm done. I'm just going to find something else to do that doesn't involve writing my story.