I'm only writing a blog because.....

(Note to Adeena; I figured it was lego, but when I wrote it like that spell check was all "NO!! NO!! DEEAAATTH!" and so I wrote it the other way. That showed up "NO!! NO!! DEEAAATTH!" too, but I was like "WhatEVEEER.")

Ahem.

So, now that my word size is back to normal, I'll write.

Rather, I'll type. In an English accent.

..wot wot?

So old beans, I'm only writing a jolly old blog because when I asked Mom if I could go on her ol' comp she asked "To write a blog?"

I answer yes.

But, my good friends, that was not the original purpose of going on, Wot?

I was going to read other people's jolly old blogs and if someone didn't write a jolly old blog I would think about how jolly the were not.

Jolly jolly.

That's enough of me as an Englishman.

Wot wot?

So.

I had to write a blog because mom would want to read my blog and if the purpose of going on the computer was to write a blog but then there was no blog she would have found out that my first intention was not to write a blog but to read other people's blogs thus making me a liar.

Which... I guess I am since I said yes in the first place.

So I guess the final question is..

Am I insane?

Why yes, yes I am.

Random post time!

My blog hates me.

At least that's what I gathered from when it came into my bed at night when I was sleeping with a gigantic book in it's hand and said, "I HATE you!!"

But of course I could be wrong.

On a different note;

don't you hate it when you don't want to know something but then you have to find out if it's really there?

That happened to me recently.

Stupid imagination.

I was in my room, leaning on my bed, and I happened to glance over at our leggo bucket.

It hadn't been opened in a while. And I began thinking.

"Man that's dusty. Hum. I wonder if any bugs where able to squeeze through the lid to make a nest in the leggo. I want to play with leggo- wait....w-what if.. there's a spider in there? And when I open the lid, it'll jump on my hand!!"

I imagined everything. And of course the tingle went up my spine. I just stared at the bucket.

"Oooooh... is there one in there?? Waiting..."

I actually reached out to grab the handle.

I picked it up so I could hand it to Elena and-

It slipped from my hand and fell.

I screamed and, I must say, nearly bolted away from my room.

But, there was no spider.

Elena was laughing at me because I screamed.

We caught it all on camera (which was deleted) and I've never seen my face when I scream before. (Shocker!!) I looked hilarious.

So.

If you haven't figured it out yet I was born with the "holy-crud-is-that-a-spider-get-it-away-from-me-before-I-kill-you" gene.

Well.

Before I go, I have one more thing to say.

"Hey quarter back, how's about you and me?"

"How's about you git some brains?"

BRAIN POWER!!

She gone!