Bleh...

My blog is a fail... Goodbye :)

Why is chicken feed called chicken feed. Shouldn't it be called chicken food?? Feed is the verb form of food. Food is what you eat. So the farmer should be FEEDING the chickens FOOD; not FEEDING them FEED. I guess I use incorrect english also, but chicken FEED seems so rural and country-like.

12:24 AM

Past my bedtime. 3 hours and 24 minutes past my bedtime.

Yes

Yes, this is MY blog. I wrote it. No, my Yahoo Messenger was not 'hacked'. My dad just put a parental block on it.

Woot

Sigh... It's so good to get back on here after a long time. My dad deleted Safari, YouTube, and AppStore so my iPod was messed up. But I just found out how to bypass the restrictions; and now I'm here. Again.

Sleeping...

You woke me up.

Breakfast

Omnomnom... I hate eating dinner rolls and other 'White' food for breakfast. Why can't I eat more Asian food, like rice?? And bok choy. And peanut butter.

Blogs

The viewer reads a blog for many reasons, and I hate this one. Some anonymous folk out there see blogs as nothing more than outlets for their immature rants. For the writer of the blog, there is a different motive: They provide their frustrated creator with the delusional dreams of being a published author; Here is an analogy: It is similar to the way a prison warden lets the psychotic inmate scribble 'poetry' on the cell wall so he/she doesn't beat his bunkmate with a toilet seat.

Winter Break

All I've done so far is my homework. And about 30 hours on my Wii playing Okami. What a great way to waste the vacation. I hope we don't go anywhere. I like my house as a vacation spot. Especially my room. And my bed. I've spent most of Winter Break in my bed, and I like it just fine. It has entertainment, food, and some other stuff I have that I won't ever need. DOES LAKE TAHOE HAVE THAT?? Exactly.

Love

It feels so... good. It's not strange, or odd, or wierd; it feels good. But love itself can scramble around minds; twisting every fact and changing each detail of your love, that soon enough, love envelops your life. When a heart is broken by love, it can't be mended. It leaves scar behind; reminding you of the day you foolishly gave in to love. I love love, and yet, I hate it as much. Does love have to be so complicated??