I hate having to  motivate myself........I hate needing to motivate myself to get anything done.  I have to need to pump myself up to get anything done.  I'll sit there and in my head I'll be like "Math math gonna get up and do my math math math......sleep sleep sleep...."  It sucks so much.  I get so behind on stuff that I have to just power through it at the last moment which almost never works out well.

There once was a man who played in the street.
He jumped and he rolled to avoid the oncoming traffic
He did so successfully till one day in mid June when a.....jerk who drove a hummer came speeding his way
Going fifty in a thirty-five zone he speed along while watching Madagascar with his on-board tv
The driver (who most likely had a goatee) didn't care to see the the rode because he was driving a modified tank which he know no less then a small ICBM would stop
So as he hurried to get to where ever he was going (to hang out in front of a Caseys(because hummers use massive amounts of fuel and his kind just do that)) he didn't notice the little man in the street who when the police found had been squished down of the size of a red M&M

wwhwd

What would Henry Winkler do?

For the last four hours I've been reading internet comics and I just realised this comic is 1200 pages long so I may finish tonight.........with some luck.

After school

So today after school I'm gonna ride a four eyed flying giraffe home after word I'm launching into space on Stephen Colbert's back where I'll battle against the flying paste monster who has enslaved the people of Pluto.  Pluto will then be reinstated as a planet by Galactic Overlord Zenu, and my battle with the Nub-Nubs will finally come to a close with the Treaty of Snorlacs

Ummmm Phil

Phil has always seen things........an angel on one shoulder and a demon on the other.  Now you may think "That's not that bad he has a conscious." Well that's not the case most of the time the little monsters give him advice but their advice doesn't often fit their character.  For example one time Phil was walking down the street where we saw a baby then the angel popped up and told him to stomp on the baby Phil refused to do it so the angel picked up the babies stroller then through it into oncoming traffic the mother, who had turned for just a second saw her baby in the street, screamed and jumped after it and landed in the road.  The demon at that moment popped up and moved the baby off the road onto the sidewalk this deed could not be recognized by the mother as a semi-truck, horn blaring rolled right over her thin body.  Things like that were a regular occurrence in Phil's life he was legally schizophrenic but every time he got locked up in an asylum or prison he escaped mysteriously and whenever the police shot at him the bullets just seem to miss.  You see Phil is telepathic, but Phil's fragile mind can't comprehend what this power he possesses means, so his mind constructed these two little avatars (the angel and demon) that control his powers.  You see when ever they flip a switch it's actually him doing it with his mind........unfortunately Phil has no sense of right and wrong so the angel and demon just do what ever his mind can dream up.  Please note this just makes him that much crazier and causes the authorities to hunt him mercilessly.

Everything's a rush of awesomeness

Who else is ready for a zombie Apocalypse?  Only me?  That's cool.....

Im gonna post like two million tiny posts.

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Soooo yesterday.............

I downloaded every Gorillaz song every........and did math.

One time.....

One time me Brandon and Dale dug a tunnel to China which was seized by the Peoples Republic of China.  But the joke was on them the tunnels melted because we'd dug them through the Earths core!  And we were safely on our way home strapped to ICBM's.