Nars.

The fact that the process of setting up the account for this blog took just shy of a minute for me to accomplish proves that I have become much too accustomed to the internet. It's a little frightening that myspace codes are pretty much second nature, while I still can't seem to wrap my mind around polar equations. Thanks Mr. Singh. Well anyway, there's really no point to this tangent of mine. This isn't my way of trying to poetically transition into what will be the first of several unsuccessful blogs I'm sure. So let's just jump right into this.

Now I'm not going to start off by saying "I'm not one of those creepers who has a blog" or "I'm kind of embarrassed of the fact that I have a blog" or anything like that, because let's face it. You're not fooling anyone sweetheart. If you weren't one of those "creepers" who has a blog, then you wouldn't have one. Thanks to Arlan Cashier, blogs are sweeping the nation...of Thousand Oaks High School. And I have inevitably become the most recent victim of this entertaining epidemic. Gotta' love adjectives. 

The sad thing is, this is just one more distraction to put my grades even more jeopardy. It's an understatement to say that there is an exponential list of somethings and nothings which just seem to push academics further and further on the back burner. I don't even think that made sense. See what I mean? English was the first to go. 

Alright well you've most likely got a noose and/or a shit load of sleeping pills at your side by this point, due to the fact that this blog has so far consisted of nothing but my rambles. So I'll let you get to it. Whatever it is. Go write your own blog even, and I'll be sure to read it. Because maybe that's what I should have just stuck with in the first place. 

Oh. And "Nars" is the brand of nail polish that I'm currently applying a third coat of "orgasm" with. That is indeed the actual name of the color. Yeah, I'm just that creative.