week 3: My Dog Ate my Freaking Homework!

Well I have used many excuses, like every time my parents tell me that I have to do work around the house, my first excuse is always that I have to poop. I mean they can’t exactly say that im lying if I just got hide out in the bathroom for about 20 minutes and pretend to be going to the bathroom... right? I mean there’s not really anything wrong with that lmfao. The only downfall to that is my parents tend to think that I have a bowel problem. But the one good thing about them thinking that is that they won’t question it every time I say that I have to “go”. But yeah that’s the main excuse I use a lot when my parents want me to do something! 

week 2: Rorschach's Freaking Journal!

Well in this picture I don’t really see anything specific that I guess I should. I literally just see a bunch of nonsense bug looking things. So in my opinion I dint think that this should be able to say anything about you. I mean maybe other people can see what the images are or whatever but I don’t see anything but a bunch of blobs that look like they have wings so they should be considered like butterflies or moths or something. I don’t freaking know, but I do know that I am throwing in a bunch of deadwood because this blog is obnoxious and I don’t know how to make 100 words out of a picture when I don’t even see anything in it at all. And its just confuses me because like I don’t understand how a picture can tell who you are just by how you see it. I mean isn’t the picture based on your eyes? So how do your eyes explain who you are? 

week 1: How's Freaking School?

How’s freaking school? Well let’s see here it sucks okay? Actually it’s not that bad to be honest. It’s not going as bad as I expected for it to go I guess. I mean it’s my senior year and nothing is really happening yet, well besides the fact that we had to fill out college applications. Like im not supposed to even be old enough for that yet. Like aren’t I supposed to still be 10 years old? With a bed time of 7:30pm, and scheduled bath times?  Where has all of this time gone? But anyways starting next freaking week we have to do 3, yeah that’s right not one or two… THREE freaking essays for colleges. I did not sign up for any of this at all. I was born okay? That’s not my fault, but guess what I have to suffer and deal with all of the consequences because my parents decided to get a little to friendly one night, but we aren’t going to get into that very much, but I mean you all know how it goes… and well if you don’t, don’t ask me questions about any of it. But on a real note, school is school and as long as you do what you have to do, then it shouldn’t be that hard and you should pass school with no problem at all.