word vomit.

i haven't been on this baybaay in forever.

it's not that fantastic.
no one even reads it y'know?

i am actually considering the fact that i have an attention disorder.
it's really, really, really hard to concentrate at times.
and i even space out during the most intense moments.

for example...my soccer game.
i didn't even know it was possible to space out during a soccer game!
it's so intense all the time and what not.
but of course, i would find a way to space out.

well, i'm writing a bunch of articles for the paper this issue.
oh yeah, that's what i should've said.

i really like those i spy books. well, not ispy, but this other one.
i have no idea what it's called, but when i was a kid, i could spend hours looking at it.
it seemed like everything just stopped for a while. it seemed like the things that made up
the pictures were the most amazing things ever.
i miss that book. i wonder where it went.

i've been making new friends in my english class (:
i'm pretty glad about that. i may be called weird multiple times in that class, but it's so worth it.
see, i don't know the actual meaning behind that.
when you call me weird, do you not want to be my friend or do you?
well, it doesn't matter. i get my kicks.

i got a mirror in my room.
it's really cool.
it's beautiful !
it makes my room seem bigger and it's like a portal into a new world. uhhmazing.

i kinda want to try playing call of duty.
from what i've heard, it's controversially fantastic.
yes, yes, yes.

this one kid has a marshmallow shaped head.
it's quite funny.
he's a jerk, but at the same time, i can't stop talking to him.

that reminds me...i had a conversation with chen after school.
she asked me what my relationship with this one kid in her class was and to tell you the truth, the things i said kind of shocked me.
i mean, i talk to this kid, and i love talking to him, trust me...i do, but he doesn't seem so fond of me.
well, i don't think he dislikes me, but at the same i hate putting commas before the "but" it's so annoying.
as i was saying, i don't think he dislikes me, but at the same time i don't think he likes me.
you know what i'm saying?
and yet, i always try to conversate with him.
even when i tell myself not to and that he'll talk to me if he wants to, i can't help but talk to him! It's bizarre. and i kick myself every time i talk to him first.

ouch, my head kind of hurts.
shoot, i have to looks stuff up for journalism.

what am i doing?!

wow, i just realized that the title to this blog is very fitting.
i guess i just subconsciously knew that i'd vomit up my words like i'm doing now.

i remember when i was in 6th grade, mr. black told us to memorize the keyboard like our house.
and when i made that reindeer thing on paint and that one kid told me he liked it.
yeah, i didn't say anything, but he kept insisting that i do.
JERK.

hm, bacon sounds good.

goodbye.
i must get cracking.
is goodnight one word or two?
good night?
goodnight?
ehh, does it really matter?