the beginning

well, I just got back from an excruciatingly long road trip from visiting family, and going to camp in chicago, and wisconsin. and I thought I would be tired and go right to sleep in my old arizona bed. was I kidding myself or what? I decided to start writing this at 2 in the morning because I couldn't get to sleep. I decided the world should see life as it really is. as straightforward as possible. basically i'm going to say what has happened in the past short amount of time, yet in such a way to make you go either "oh god" or laugh hysterically. yes, I have that effect on people. so far today I have had a mediocre sundae at a mediocre dairy queen next to an exhibition of "THE THING" in new mexico. I had found out a couple years before that the thing was really just a bunch of fake things from history, and then a human mummy that is actually made out of sheep and chicken bones. its amazing what people can get you to see these days, and that cost two fucking dollars...assholes ripping people off. anyways, I had ice cream, got in a fight with my brother, got home, unpacked, went to some shithole for dinner. yea, it practically was. basically it was some brewery or something that had been made to be kid appropriate, so they had kiddie train tracks, a jumping castle, thomas the train on the tv's, the whole shabang. my baby brother who is now 2 loved the place. i didnt so much, it stank like urine, there was mist they kept spraying, and it took a half hour to get a grilled cheese sandwich with the cheese half melted, and killing me from the inside-out. at least the soda was good, seriously though, you cant go wrong with root beer. after dinner, we stopped at sunflower market to buy supplies for breakfast tomorrow. during the time my mom was in the store, my baby brother started screaming he had a "poopuluh" (thats what he calls a diaper situation) basically, he wouldnt stop crying hysterically for 20 minutes, and eventually we got him changed, but we all still had massive headaches. during the car ride home, my brother and i start messing with each other. im sure you have heard of the "im not touching you" game. well, there was that, poking, licking, and overall stupidity. i realized the last part after i got inside the house. i immediately got online to see if anyone was on facebook in the time i had been cut off from social networking at camp. sure enough, i had 6 conversations, simultaneously. you gotta love that social networking. one of the conversations was about religion, and all that hoohah, another was about how justin beiber is a poser of real artists with real talent and how he just has a high voice, looks, money, and no testicles. basically everything i ever say on facebook becomes meaningless in real life. seriously now, what evolutionary advantage is there of facebook? oh, im just going to chat with lion, tiger, and bear, all at the same time to ask them not to eat me, and then ill poke them too! yippee!!! anyways, after that i got up to setting up three digital clocks to wake me up at 8:30 so i can hang out with my friends as long as possible, and be out of the house as long as possible. yea, i decided three would be sufficient, because one just isn't enough to wake me up. three might, yet probably won't do it. I then watched some Pokemon, and decided to write this. yep, i was that bored that i created this thing, if you like it, congratulations, you have as much of an attention span as a squirrel on drugs, and if you don't like this well, then you aren't one of those little fuzzy squirrels, and nobody will love you. also, if you happen to really like this, well let me know, and ill try to update this as often as possible. thank you. good riddance. and asta la pasta.