Durrrrrr...

I reeeeaaaalllly cannot write right now. You know, now that I need to. I MUST FINISH BOOK. I MUST FINISH BOOK.
Everybody is bothering me to blog that the septapus is preggers. I get it. The septapus is a skanky ho. I GET IT.
Dun dun dun... I'm wasting time... Lalala... Once my dad tells me to clean my room, I'll get inspiration. I know it for sure. Once I have to do something, I'd really rather do something else. My head doesn't like doing what it's told. It does this on purpose to me. SOMEBODY TELL ME TO DO SOMETHING ELSE AND MEAN IT!!
~DJ

Planes, trains and all that.

I am saving... for a car. Hooray, I've actually started! Okay, not really. What kind of person did you take me for? Mind you, I need to get a jump start on that.
So my DM, Aaron thinks I should sell one of my stories. I'm not so sure about it though. I mean, maybe I'll record one and get Podiobooks.com to broadcast it, but really, I don't know. I don't like any of my stuff well enough to display it to the world. I'm super paranoid about flamers.
After all, I'm certainly not the next Lovecraft, or Rowling. Hell, I failed the seventh grade writing WASL. I should hardly subject people to my stuff. I'm scared that if I try, my large intestine will leap straight up my neck and throttle my brain for life and intelligence across the web, similarly to the second worst poet in the universe.
I like my brain.
~DJ

Snip, snip, snip!

I cut my hair myself today. Bad move. I think I look like a stoner now. Especially so when I'm tired like I always am. No matter. That's what hats are for. Right?
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I am so nervous about this damn WASL. I know I'm going to do badly. I only hope my PSAT scores were good enough to substitute for my hideous WASL scores. Ned and Stacey will probably kill me for bringing down the average. Maybe I should write that writing formula on my arm or something. It's not as if anybody would notice. I'm a ninja that way... right?
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Wrong. I will fail, and Ned'll have to prove to the state of Washington that I am a competent writer and reader despite my scores.Damn damn damn damn. I think I'll go hang myself now.
~DJ

WASL

I hate, hate, hate, hate standardised tests. I can't do anything the way they want me to. Nobody know knows me can believe it, but I failed the writing WASL in seventh grade. I failed the writing WASL. I failed the writing WASL. No matter how you say it, it comes out incredulous. It's also of note that I got my worst PSAT score in writing. I just can't do it right.
~DJ

Bugger off.

It seems to me that my family thinks in blue, while I think in red. I can't seem to understand them and vice-versa. I try. I really do. Sometimes I even think purple, but my family never makes the conversion. It's hardly a tsunami or AIDS, but its still important to me... That they just don't get it.
~DJ

Protest Napping

I'm entirely sick of the direction that RLA is taking. A schedule? Really? What kind of fail is this? Bull shit, I say. This skool did perfectly FINE without your silly schedules and TeenBiz and 'Daily Tasks.' I don't really think it's the business of the advisers if I choose to waste a year of my life doing nothing. The only benefit left to RLA is that I don't have to ask before going to the bathroom. Even that has lost something with Stacey's pregnancy. She's always running to the bathroom, thus ruining it for lazy-asses.
AND SO. I will begin protest napping. I will take an hour out of every skool day during which I will sleep, until some things are retracted. After all, everybody has classes they can sleep through with little to no repercussions later. I'm quite certain I can do the same.

~DJ

RPG Maker

So there's a project at skool about making video games, and while I'm not jumping on the bandwagon, I'm certainly throwing a stick of dynamite in the wagon. 
I downloaded RPG Maker XP onto my crap-fest PC (All praise Mac!) and fully intend to create something equal or greater than the project's game, by myself in my spare time, of which there is increasingly little.
This will be my proof that it is not necessary for SOME projects to exist at all. Some things shouldn't be used as skool hours, and if you can make a pseudo-video game during skool hours, shouldn't I be allowed to spend skool time writing, or doodling? I'm working on a web-comic, and I honestly think that's about as fufilling as a horribly-thought-out video game.
~DJ