Senior Year is Over

I didn't graduate.

High School Should Be in a College Format

Yeah, so I'm getting sick and tired of people and ACT testing. I really wish high school was like college, where you could pick your own classes for everything, do it on your own schedule, have the option to take night classes, do the courses at your own pace (so if you want to split it up, you can), & you don't have to deal with all the immature jerk heads.

Waking up early makes me stressed out, and cramming for 5 different finals at once kills me. It's had a huge toll on my mood & experience overall.

May 2015 Update

Welp, junior year is almost over, and I'm slightly behind on credits. So things are going pretty well right now. Apart from that, I am in desperate need of money. CASH, MONEY, CHEDDAR!

Yeah, I think that's all I have to say.

How I Made Another Post

Oh yeah? You thought I wasn't going to make another one. But here I am. I was scrolling through some Google Images, you know how it is, it redirected me to a blogger page with some uppity upskirt shots, and I thought, "Hey, I can make one of these, too." No, not an upskirt blog. Well... I can. But a post. This was that post. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.

The Absolute Most Greatest Return to Blogging Since Kurt Kobain

Yo... new blogs again, haven't done one since 2012, haven't really kept one going. I plan on keeping this going. I'm talking with my bad, mamma jamma: the one, the only, DJ POP FRIZZY! And together, we're going to think of stuff to look back upon in future years so the cycle can repeat itself. In the off chance Josh (qqw53) finds this blog, stick around, cuh. There's plenty more from me, and once Willy gets back from the bathroom, we're going to have a FUN time filling this out.

First of all, I got arrested yesterday. With the recent bombing of the Aurora Health Center, I've been put behind bars. Luckily, I have broken out, and am a free man, running from the law.

My love life, more like: shit.

My friends... he's a cool man, Willy, he is.

My mom... still eating my chicken and being who she is.

Alyssa: I fucked that.

Ericka: I wish I fucked that.

Victor: I still want that box of money, yo.

John Holdan: holdan my cock.

Alright, see ya in the next post. More blogs coming soon.