*cracks knuckles*
miss me?
So here it is. i finally got bored of thismind numbing incessant patern of staying up late and not knowing why i cant sleep. SO! i have returned to my ever so popular xanga which once garnered interest from many a student at kingwood highschool. what to right about, im not sure. but something always comes to me.
If you have a problem with my facebook picture, do keep this in mind. In real life, i am a large inflatable black man who stars for the harlem globetrotters. what you know as me is a simple illusion. If you have a problem, please address your complaint to the side of me that is a large black man. He will request you meet him in a dark alleyway and you two will discuss it. needless to say, you dont want to meet a large black man in an alleyway, which should in turn, make you forget about your facebook picture complaint.
and while were on the subjects of facebook, let us not forget that every morning i ride through the construction on ross street on my way to class. ok, thats a lie. i dont go to class every morning. gimme a break. Im me. and its the morning. Needless to say i could probably go if i didnt stay up late doing things such as....well, writing a xanga article.
Iron chef. what a great show. I think the world should operate in the same manner. You know what general activity youll be doing, but out of nowhere jumps an asian man who will tell you the specifics. you then have an hour to complete the task and have it judged. Like you show up to math class, and your teacher says that you will be doing math. but then a guy jumps out and shows you the secret ingredient, which naturall would be e. you then spend the next hour cooking e, puting e in the ice cream maker, making a dessert out of e, and eventually having it judged by food critics.
on second thought, math sucks.
and on third thought, that really made zero sense.
sometimes, while im doing this, i wonder if my fingers are actually connected to my brain.
other times
are yet to come | 
