After reading mental tessarae almost an hour straight, and putting up with the author of said blog's requests to clear my breakfast spot (thanks mom), I felt a sudden desire to view my own blog.
I was expecting a rush of pride. A feeling of, Wow, I am pretty cool. What happened was quite the opposite.
So much the opposite, in fact that I had never felt more immature ever. Coming from a 10th grader, this may seem fishy, but it is sadly true.
Was I ever sad dumb lame enough to post such atrocities as Summertime!!!™ and The Thinking Cap Beta!™? (apparently lame people like exclamation points) Juice! *more exclamation points* (made from concentrate)™ was semi-okay, Odds and Ends™ was actually pretty entertaining.
*Insert sudden pause here as lame person discovers that you can customize very cool templates. After a slight wait and some agonized hair pulling, orangey template, complete with background swirlies is chosen. Yea, this is the one. Resume frenzied posting.*
So anyway, I have posted this post and am probably going to post another one today, topic unknown.
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