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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Like a NINJA.

Okay, so right now I'm- WHOA WHOA WHOA. Stop the music. Blogger totally changed the Compose A Post So Random Strangers Can Read About Your Personal Life format.

Um. Well... now this is awkward.

It just goes to show how ADD/ADHD I can be. (And technically, ADD and ADHD are the same thing... I think?)

Anyway, it's 10 PM and I am sneaking online like a ninja. (Hence the post title.) Also... I have nothing to blog about. Seriously. Nothing. At. ALL. I feel so un-creative. It's not just writer's block, it's flipping creativity block.

Oh, well. At least tomorrow I get late-start-day. Plus I can read this blog. (Sorta-warning: Blog in said link contains strong language. Heheheh, I said "strong language." WHOA I'M TALKING LIKE AN OLD PERSON WAIT HOW DID THAT HAPPEN HUH- wait. Erm... anyway, there's some language and mentions of "adult themes" (heheh, I said "adult themes"), because the blogger is, well, an adult. But it's really freaking hilarious, so if you don't mind some language, check it out!)

(I thought of something to blog about just now. AHAHAHA. I win.)

I think if I ever meet Kat (who writes that blog), I'd totally spaz out (even though she lives on the other side of the country and it'll never happen because that would be ridiculous). I'm not sure how it's possible for a single human being to be that incredibly hilarious.

Wait, is it possible to monitor site traffic and see who links to you and stuff? If that's possible... um... well. Hi, Kat. You probably think I'm a complete creeper now. No worries, I'm not. Heh. Heheh. HEHEHEHEH.

By the way, OMG KAT you're so cool I read your blog all the time and I feel really behind because there are all those posts from like two years ago but I didn't even know you existed HAHAHAHA ISN'T THAT FUNNY oh and also I love your SparkNotes articles and I'm going to stop talking now so I don't make an even bigger idiot of myself

If that's not possible... I feel like a dork now.

And with that, I end the post.

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