I'm big in France

Is English like a second language in France? If not, I'm even more confused. I'm not complaining or anything, and I actually think it's pretty cool, but apparently more than like, half my page views come from France.

So to all my French readers, bonjour, how do you do? Glad to have you here. I don't really know any French other than bonjour, except what Flight of the Conchords have taught me (baguette, Jacques Cousteau!), so please forgive me.

Anyways, thanks to all the readers everywhere. Brazil, Germany, Australia, France, America, or anywhere (these are all places that have come to my site). Much love. Mucho amor. L'Amour. Have a nice day.

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My List

Someday, I want to marry a girl. A very special girl. So special, in fact, that I don't even know how to describe the girl that I'm looking for.

Short hair is cute, long hair is beautiful, blue eyes are pretty, brown eyes are deep, green eyes are sexy, tall is attractive, short is adorable... I know some people make like, a check list of things they look for in a significant other; I could never do that. Every time I start a check list, bam, some girl who doesn't fit at all comes in and steals my heart.

Women do that. They steal your heart. Your mind, your money, your soul... occupy your dreams... invade your priorities like a pillaging Mongol, ravage your sleep schedule like a rabid badger. Make your heart melt.

I guess, in reality, the special girl I'm looking for does all that stuff. She doesn't have to look like anything. Someone you can be crazy with. Crazy about. Crazy for. Crazy without.

There's a girl out there who'll turn your world upside down. And man, she's a keeper.

Loopholes Loopholes

Haha. Oh Google, you so funny.

So pretty much, here's what happened. My Youtube account got suspended because of a video I made when I was like, 12 (for copyright reasons). Since Youtube was bought out by Google Inc. some odd months ago, they made a new feature to have to use only one log in, which would be your Google account. Since my Youtube turned Google account became suspended, it also effected my Blogger account, since it too is owned by Google. However, instead of full on suspension, it apparently just removes your ability to post, except for blog titles? I dunno, big corporations are stupid sometimes.

Anyways, since I still had some sort of access to my Blogger, I was able to get in and tweak with the settings to allow another person to post, which in this case, would be me, just under another pseudonym.

So bam, loophole exploited, the little man wins, Google sucks. Hardy har har. And now I'm not stuck with that e-mail address that you made when you were like, 8, and are ashamed to give out to anyone. Besides, who uses Hotmail anymore, anywas?

Thanks for making me get an upgrade I guess. Even thought it was an upgrade... to you. Hm. It's all a big conspiracy!

For some reason, Blogger decides to post the titles to my stories, but not my stories. So the question is, how long can I make these titles? So far, they are seemingly infinite in possible length. This is a test.

Things that make me want to cry.

Have you ever had one of those days where you just need to sit down and think? Well, that happens to me all the time. And for some inexplicable reason, these songs help me get the deeper, more tender part of my brain to start working. I don't have like, a written out list of things that make me weepy, but these music pieces I've compiled here are just a few of the great works that make me feel all mushy on the inside.

I'm back, bay-bay!

So I was laying around the other day, wasting my life eating junk food and playing video games, and having an awfully grand time doing so, when suddenly I said to myself "sick flying pickles, I've got a blog!" So I hurried the fricksticks right up my stairs to my laptop, which brings me to here. I have been feeling a severe lack of writing, and I think this'll cheer me up. (I don't know if "this'll" is a correct contraction, but I like making those up, so I amn't going to change it.)

You know, I can honestly say that I'm pretty awful at pretty much everything. I mean, I can play some instruments pretty well, but I can't read music, and I never got a grade on how fast I can play something I made up on piano. I couldn't do Biblical Exegesis because every time something had a deeper meaning I took it as literal, and vice versa. Math? Well, that's pretty much a lost cause for me. Chemistry? That's just a fancy way of saying "more math." I enjoy languages but the translations over and over and over and over bore me. Words. I love words. If there's anything I can do in this world, it's list off synonyms for pretty much any word you throw at me. And you know the sad part about all this? Last year, at school, I did awful. I was awful because they give me all these classes that I have no idea what I'm doing in, while at the same time I wrote a grand total of about four papers the whole year.

And for serious, that's probably the reason I started blogging. We all know that my good friend Matt Woods and I had a sort of blog-battle in the beginning, but I seriously just wanted to write. Writing makes me feel good. I didn't have any classes where I could let out all this compressed creativity, and frankly it was screwing with my brain. I'd start getting sarcastic on my homework answers. I remember specifically answering "beats me" and "I dunno" multiple times on my math work. There was one particular case where I flat out said "who cares about the falling velocity of this kids baseball?"

So anyways, it feels good to be writing again. Writing is my mistress, and frankly my dear, I'll never get tired of you.