| | i have no idea what that title means. well, actually, i know that it means absolutely nothing. just something that came to mind right after i clicked on the "new weblog post" (or whatever it is that it actually says), so i figured i'd throw it in there. right. awesome.
so, it's 3:30 in the a.m. right now. not really sure why i'm still up. i got home late from hanging out with will in the mcdonald's in a the 24 hour wal-mart where we met after i left madcap. funny that i went to a mcdonald's in a wal-mart, seeing as how those might be two of my least favorite indoor locations. well, whatever. anyway, i got started looking through my old blogs and couldn't seem to stop. it's funny how i used to be able to make a complete lack of ideas and relevant thoughts turn into a gigantor post a year ago and now i can't seem to string more than 20 words together at a time. actually, not so much funny as it is depressing. in fact, i might cry a bit. hold on.
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ok, i'm done.
this post sucks. my dad was right. after that last post i did a while back about the jackhoohoo (that's a word i just made up - try using it sometime, you'll love it) on wheel of fortune who i may or may not have hated and if i did end up hating him, it was completely justified because he totally made it way too easy to hate him, which means that really had no choice to do so, that only being relevant, of course, if i did end up hating him, which i may or may not have done. anyway, after that post he told me that it wasn't my best work. then he proceeded to point out all the things in it which weren't very good. then he told me about how after i'd started my blog, he'd had big hopes for me as a writer. he thought i'd be able to start writing for prominent magazines and journals and papers and whatever else writers do with their words. he told me how he'd finally had a reason to be proud of his red-headed jackhoohoo (crazy he used my made-up word before i even made it up - dad's are superheroes, they can do that kind of stuff) of a son. then he told me how all of it came crashing down that fateful night when he put on his little reading spectacles over his bifocals and focused his eyes on my words up on the screen. he said he scrolled up and down, wondering if this was all i'd written and trying to figure out if it was really my words he was reading. he said that he kept reloading the page, hoping that the words would change and his heart would rise from the mire that my new post had plunged it into. he then went into very grim detail about how he would've rather had limbs torn from his body than ingesting the words i'd plagued the world with that day.
i won't lie to you.
that wasn't very easy to hear.
but he was right.
you were right dad.
i'm sorry.
to you.
and to the world.
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right. so i think that might be all i've got for tonight. i suppose i should probably go about getting some sleep. i've been inexplicably exhausted every afternoon this week. i wonder if it has anything to do with the staying up till the wee hours of the morning and then sleeping late into the day.
by the way. do you think that a sentence that starts with "i wonder" should have a question mark at the end? people often put a question mark at the end of those types of sentences and i'm quite convinced that that's somewhere a question mark just doesn't belong.
wow, this post is awful.
why'd you read it? are you still reading? seriously? just a glutton for punishment or what? seriously, i can't believe that you haven't stopped reading yet. stop it. stop now. quit reading this. oh my goodness, i can't believe that you're still reading. here, how about this? i'll give you 1 million dollars if you stopped reading when i told you to stop reading the first time. ah ha! now i'll bet you were listening to me before. i tried to get you to stop, but you were just too stubborn. wouldn't listen to ol' jt. now it's cost you a million buckaroos. well, just a million bucks. not buckaroos, cause i'm pretty sure a buckaroo is some sort of a cowboy type figure and i'm not sure where i'd go about getting a million of those to give you anyway. 'course i don't know where i'd get a million bucks for you either, but for some reason a million buckaroos is just much more absurd than a million bucks.
oh my...
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