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I have to go to florida but I don’t want to because it’s boring and too hot there and there’s nothing to do there and it’s too hot there and It’d be one thing if it was only like a thirty minute drive there but I have to go through the hassle of going through the airport and sitting on a plane for two hours which seems like too much just so I can lie around in Florida while everyone drags me around to do something boring probably how boring so awfully boring Im already bored writing this blog Im going to probably shoot myself before I have to go The only people there are adults who are boring and two little children who are boring because they’re bad at e verything and so I can’t play any kind of games or sports with them also they’re kinda boring also also Florida is so boring I think I’m fallin gasleep oh no so boring I’m dying of boredom already just thinking about it I have to hang out with only little tiny children for who knows how long how boring how terribly boring and boringly terrible aaaaaaa my head hurts kdfsjdlk kjkji im really tired of being dragged everywhere like to the supermarket the olny people ho should be in a supermarket are chasier. fatc. ill probably have to go to the pool which will make me I’ll. ill be so sick and bored and tired at the pool also i dontl ike swimming is boring so boring and i get all wet how boring yeah so thats hit so guys i ho[ed you enjoued my blog dont bothers responding becasue your opionion asps wrong and youre just a ahter; sayonara!

A few days ago I went to Arizona where the beautiful scenery was filled with desert wasteland and the occasional cactus and rocks and I even caught a glip of grass. The plane ride was uncomfortable because I had to sit next to this random person on the Southwest flight. When I arrived there I saw Dr. Seuss and Bien running around the house with empty water guns probably. Then I sat at some person’s house for about five or six hours. That was fun. Then Bien and I played baseball but I threw it too hard and broke Bien’s nose. Luckily we found a replacement which in practically identical to the old one. The next day we went on a boat over shark infested waters. Our boat was too heavy and therefore too slow so we threw two people off in order to escape the sharks chasing us.  I got a good glip of the water while I was there. We played smash but everyone is bad except for me and they all burst into tears when they lost especially Bien. After that day we wanted to watch the Truman Show but TQ forgot to take her meds and got really upset for no reason and took the remote hostage as she fled the crime scene. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot,” she had said as she held a gun to the remote’s head while the rest of us watched in horror. Bien rushed in but TQ gun bashed him. In a fit of rage, Khoi rushed forward to take down the gunman but unfortunately was shot straight in the head. TQ had been neutralized, but at what cost? As we carried the fallen soldier back inside the remote was able to be secured and we brought the hostage back to safety.

after that we watched the Truman Show. so guys, i hope dyou enjoued my blog. don’t bother responding because your opinion is wrong and youre just a hater. sayonara!

My band teacher likes his job too much. He’s like the energetic enthusiastic old man archetype who upon first meeting him, makes you think he’s a pretty chill guy. But after spending a few months in band class you will begin to notice something is very very wrong with him. Not in a way that makes you think he’s a psychopath and is planning to murder all his students. No, more like he’s just mentally unstable and he’s always at his melting point, and when someone screws up, he’ll just snap. No yelling or screaming. He’ll just go ballistic like the cat in the hat and start laughing at absolutely nothing and muttering to himself. Not that this has happened yet (but it probably will).

Anyway I have to join the marching band. Except I’m not even sure if I’m in the marching band. I registered for concert band. But the band teacher keeps giving out these marching band sheets and talking about how we’re going to be in marching band next year. So either concert band is the same thing as marching band or he’s just off his rocker. To be honest I don’t even think he knows half of our names. He just talks to the same five people in class. He even forgot what grade he was teaching one class. Anyhow. I don’t want to join the marching band very much. Because I quickly skimmed through the handbook and not only do you have to attend practices and parades during the summer (which is stupid because school is already out), you have to attend all the football games. Including the away games, meaning I have to ride the big cheese for who knows how long until probably nine at night when I ride it back. I don’t even like football. Name one person in this entire universe who likes football. You can’t. Also, I checked how much the uniforms cost and I was expecting the whole thing to cost fifty dollars tops, but no. If you want to buy just the jacket, not the hat or the trousers or anything else, it costs about three hundred dollars. I thought there was a typo or something but apparently not. For three hundred dollars it had better be made out of gold and imported from some snobby designer store in France. You don’t even want to see how much the rest of the getup costs. Also, there’s a parade I have to play in at the end of May which I won’t be here for. And the band teacher says the only things that can excuse you are the things on the same level as a relative dying in a tragic car accident. So he’ll probably pop a blood vessel when I tell him I’m skipping out on the parade just because. He’s very particular about people attending his practices and events. All of them are what make up your grade. Even the ones over the summer. That’s dumb. The school year is out and I’m still getting graded and still doing work when I just want to sit at home all day. This is truly the saddest tragedy of our time.

so guys, i hope dyou enjoued my blog. Don’t botehr responding because your opinion is worng and you’re just a hater. sayonara!

Last Friday when I was entering the school these guys with yard sticks were patrolling around the entrances poking peoples’ eyes out. They jabbed me a few times and pulled a gun to my head to check my temperature. Then they asked me if I was experiencing headaches or a runny nose and all of that. And then they let me in. Ever since that case of malaria broke out I think about fourteen or so kids have been sent home. I’d want to be sent home too but I had testing and I didn’t want to do make up work. The school has really been cracking down so far because once in a while someone will randomly pop in the classroom with a yard stick and make sure people are three feet apart and you automatically get quarantined if your seat is within three feet of someone who had been infected. I think they’re just going to these extreme measures because we’re sort of a laughingstock on social media and the school was totally caught with their pants down when the outbreak occurred, and they’re trying to rebound by being way too strict with the malaria policies. Not that it really matters because once the bell rings we all swarm in the hallways with no social distancing whatsoever. In ELA some random girl appeared. Last I saw her she was having a mental breakdown and ran out of the classroom. I guess she chose today to reappear. Apparently she got suspended because she was waving a knife around and threatening to stab people with it. She sounded very proud of herself when she was explaining that. Seems pretty cringe to me. I mean if she actually stabbed someone it would just be messed up but she obviously brought a knife along to look cool so yeah that’s pretty cringe. Anyhow we’re reading Shakespeare and no disrespect but it’s very boring. Shakespeare writes plays. Not books. To read a play in text form is mind-numbing. Imagine if a book was entirely dialogue and characters were constantly explaining what they’re doing to the audience. Science is boring I’m skipping that. In band we have to put covers over the bells of our trumpets which looks pretty cool. The teacher is expecting us to throw a concert soon but we suck. We missed half a year of school and about a third of our band classes were wasted because the teacher was out sick with malaria. He’s putting too much confidence. Also, he wants us to participate and play in parades during the summer, after school has ended. I’m pretty sure it’s required. This isn’t what I signed up for. Lunch is boring. Math is boring. Social studies is boring. In gym we’re playing softball which is just baseball but with a softball. Right now we’re just throwing and catching but I never have a partner. This happens every class so I have to pair up with the bottom of the barrel and play with the most unathletic kids to ever exist. During the badminton unit I had to pair up with this guy and literally he would just miss his serve every single time. And then when I served it to him he would miss. I didn’t get to play at all. Thankfully this time the guy I paired up with had a good arm and it was okay. Throwing and catching for half an hour isn’t exactly riveting. During the bus ride home as we were on the way to my stop we ran into a bunch of firetrucks blocking the street, about four or five of them. The bus driver honked at no one for about five minutes, and nobody came out to move the trucks. So then we had to slowly back out and take a detour. You could tell the bus driver was pretty annoyed because he started driving a lot faster and I thought I was going to die. Anyway I have to go watch that Demon Slayer movie soon. I watched a bit of the show but I thought it was boring. I’m not caught up on the story at all so I probably won’t like the movie. The other option was Mortal Kombat though, and video game movies are always bad. so guys, I hope dyou enojoued my blog. Don’t bother repsonidgng because your’ opinion is worng and you’re just a hatrer. sayonara!

Donnie Darko stinks major doo doo because I have just found an even better film. I was bored and watching youtube when I saw that The Truman Show was free with ads. And I’ve always thought that free with ads movies were movies nobody wanted to watch like Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel. So I guess Youtube is upping their game. Either that or they think The Truman Show is on the same level of quality as Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel.

The Truman Show is a movie about The Truman Show. More specifically it’s about Truman Burbank, played by actor Jim Carrey, best known for his role as the Grinch in the 2000 film, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Truman is a normal person living in a seemingly normal world. Unbeknownst to him, his life is actually a TV show that has been running since he was a fetus and everyone he knows is really an actor. (I don’t think this is a spoiler because it’s mentioned in all the descriptions of the movie.) The story revolves around Truman as he slowly starts to notice that things seem off. Everyone and everything seems fake. Little details sprinkled around the movie make it very interesting. If you pay attention you can catch some of the actors glancing at Truman as he goes about his daily business. Sometimes you can catch actors glancing at the hidden cameras. You can even spot the hidden cameras if you really wanted to.

A lot of the time Truman will stray off course from where the director of the show wants him to go so they’ll try to artificially create scenarios that prevent him from going without seeming to suspicious. To name an example: when Truman is trying to leave town, all the tickets are sold out, so when he tries to leave on a bus, the bus breaks down, so when he gets in his car, five cars appear out of nowhere, and when he escapes the traffic, a fire just bursts out of nowhere, and when he drives straight through it, there’s a leak at a power plant. There’s also this part where instead of going to work like Truman usually does, he heads to the hospital to see his wife do a surgery and to stop him, a whole parade of people in wheelchairs roll down the hallway and try to block him, which I thought was amusing. This also leads into another amusing scene when Truman gets to the operation room and the actors have to pretend they’re actual surgeons which leads to them cutting an actor’s leg causing her to break character and scream.

This makes the entire film sound light-hearted and cheery. For the most part it is. But there are a few moments that are really depressing if you think about Truman’s position. At some points it even feels like a psychological horror film. As he starts to lose his sense of reality he also starts to lose his mind and in true Jim Carrey fashion he beings to act like a lunatic.

Do I think you should watch this movie? Yeah. I guess the first hour or so might be a little confusing because they don’t explicitly reveal Truman’s life is a show until then. But I’ve already spoiled the reveal so it doesn’t matter. It’s not too difficult to understand. Maybe TQ and Bien and Khoi and Vien should sit this one out though. I mean there’s I think three no no words (four if you count “hell” as one) and as we all know children are not allowed to hear such terrible words. As if they didn’t know them already or don’t watch youtubers who curse all the time. The movie is rated PG so it should be fine unless you’re just that allergic to no no words.

There’s a scant amount of detail in this blog and that’s because if I wanted to talk about how great The Truman Show is I’d have to go into more detail and that’d ruin the movie. I already think I’ve said enough by going over some major scenes  in the third paragraph. so guyes, i hope dyou enjoued by blog. Don’t bother responding because you’re just a hater and you’re opinion is wrong. sayonara!

Yesterday I was chilling in band class when these two people came in carrying a yard stick and poking peoples’ eyes out with it. Everyone was screaming and they probably would have been crying too if they still had their eyes. Anyhow they singled out this one girl who sat in front of me and poked both of her eyes out. Then they poked my eyes out as well as the people next to me, muttering something about how we could all be infected. Apparently that girl had contracted a terrible case of COVID-19, better known as malaria, which is a fatal genetic disease that is spread by people coming into contact with each other. To prevent this they dragged the girl away into the school dungeon where it’s rumored that they will cut off your toes and make a stew with it. She was begging for mercy but to no avail. With one swift movement they snapped her neck and dragged her lifeless body down into the dungeons. She was never seen again.

Of course this started quite a buzz in the room and my fellow trumpet players were saying that we might have to quarantine as well since we were sitting so close to her. Which isn’t good because I have testing coming up. The two ladies came back still holding that yard stick and she poked us and made us move our chairs farther away from each other. I guess she must have poked a little too hard because one kid starting gushing out blood from his mouth and his guts started spilling out so they took him away as well.

The next day during French class the two ladies returned still holding the yard stick as if she had went to sleep with that thing still in hand. The infected girl had been sitting about two columns away from me and the ladies were suggesting that everyone that had been sitting around the girl should be quarantined. They poked out a few more eyes with the yard stick and left. Fun fact, did you know if your eyes get gouged out you can just pop them right back in? It’ll probably hurt a lot and you’ll be screeching in pain and someone else would probably have to hold you down while another shoves it back in. There’s even a special bed that doctors use called the restrainer which makes sure you don’t shake around too much. They use a special tool that I don’t know the name of. But it operates like a push pop. And they use it to shove it back in.

This is all very true and accurate you can search it up.

So yeah that’s the story of how I died from malaria. Each like on this blog equals one prayer for me in heaven. Let’s see if we can reach ten likes on this video. so guys, I hope dyou enjoued my blog. don’t bother repsonging because you’re opinin is wrong and you’re just a hater. sayonara!

Bien: Bien is known as the cringelord because he is cringe. He plays roblocks everyday like it’s his religion. Also he is a coconut head. I really don’t understand his obsession with Roblocks because at least for the other people on this list they don’t have a console to play on but Bien has a Switch and he still chooses to play Roblocks. That is very mind-boggling to me. I guess I would also have to be an eight year old kid to understand that thought process. On a scale of 1 to 10, Bien is a seven on the cringe chart.

Khoi: No comment.

Vien: I don’t think it’s fair to judge someone who still can’t properly write a full sentence.

TQ: TQ is an easy ten out of ten on the cringe scale and is probably the second most cringe person I’ve ever met, the first being this kid at my school but I won’t talk about him. First off, like Bien, she practices the religion of Roblocks. Secondly, she wastes money on virtual items in order to impress people she’s never met. Third, she talks a lot with strangers on Roblocks, which in my opinion is probably a fifty year old dude masquerading as a thirteen year old boy. Idk getting kidnapped is kinda cringe to me. (TQ is the kind of person to fall for the candy in the van trick. Or maybe the free robucks in the van trick.) Also she likes anime so she is infinitely cringe.

TL: TL is ten out of ten cringe because she likes anime and has anime posters. I watch anime sometimes but you wouldn’t catch me dead owning anime merchandise like some loser. Unless you count that little MHA figurine which I don’t. Oh and also all of those light novels but that also does not count. TL would be less cringe if she actually watched good anime but she does not. It’s like someone saying “Yeah I like drinking” and then proceeding to down all the grease left in the fryer at mCdonalds. In this case it’s saying “I like anime” and then watching fairy fail. #roasted omegalul poggers this is so pogchamp dude haha I use twitch emotes irl because i’m mentally challenged

uh anyway

TD and Khang: Uh oh controversial takes incoming!!!!! Khang is cringe first off because he’s got the curly fries hairdo which seems to be very popular among the boys at school. I walk into class and bam there’s a million dudes who look like they’re styling their hair after tiktok influencers. Why do you all look the same?????? Actually, more importantly, why do you all act the same???? Both Khang and TD have the basic teen personality starter pack which includes: making fun of basic teens despite also being a basic teen, pretending to have a personality outside of bubbly fun person, making fun of people embarrassing themselves on tiktok, embarrassing themselves on tiktok, making fun of basic white girls constantly getting starbucks, constantly getting starbucks, etc. But what do I know. I don’t actually talk to either of them much so maybe I’ve missed the mark on this one.

so guys, i hope dyou enjoued my blog. Don’t bother respoinding because you’re just a ahter. sayonara!

 

So a few days ago I was cruising down on main street because I was going to south Caronlina except I did not want to go to South Carolina. I thought it’d be a short two day trip but the ride was twelve hours long and it was hot and I was sitting in between two people I didn’t know. Nobody bothered to tell me anything probably because they knew I wouldn’t like it which begs the question as to why I was being brought along if they were fully aware I would not like it. There were a bunch of annoying little kids in the back with high pitched voices and they were constantly shrieking and squealing and it was very irritating. I couldn’t fall asleep because I was in the middle meaning I couldn’t lean to my left or right. The seat in front of me was too close for me to rest my head on and my seat was leaned back far enough to sleep on. The entire first day I didn’t eat anything except for five cookies and I drank nothing but a water bottle. After five years of sitting in the van bored and sweaty and tired but too tired to fall asleep, we arrived at the condo and I fell asleep on a chair.

Day two: we went to the beach, I fell asleep on a chair, I woke up and ate candy and drank soda, I buried my soda can in the sand with just the hole sticking out so I could throw my candy wrappers in, I forgot about it, and then I got fined for littering. By the way I cut my hand on the chair which was rusty so I think I have tetanus now. Afterwards we went back to the condo and did nothing at all until I went to sleep. i didn’t have anything to do. For dinner (i skipped lunch) i had to eat rice with meat that was too chewy. Then I sat on the floor until I had to go to sleep.

Also mini rant: stop giving children ipads. Stop giving your four month old child the newest and most expensive iphone. I hate children. I hate children who play roblocks all day. I hate roblocks. I hate children that spend all day staring an their ipads. And you’re probably going bUt naM yoU UsE yoUr pHonE aS wEll and to that I say yes, I do, however I don’t do anything else because it’s boring. I don’t want to go anywhere with anyone because they are a boring person and I do not enjoy talking to them. They drag me along to what they think is fun, which happens to just be walking around town with no clear goal. I hate boring people, because as you all know I am the most interesting person on this planet. Children who play roblocks are boring.

Anyway the next day we walked around this town by the beach with no clear goal. Nothing came out of it, and I had to stand around for an hour until we could head back. Then I had to go fishing where I pricked my finger on the hook and I had to go clean it in the sink except it’s the same sink you use to clean fish so I’m probably infected with some horrible disease. We caught four fish but we gave one away and the rest were tiny. I forgot to mention, for lunch I had popeyes and it tasted good but I wanted to hurl at the same time because it was a lot more greasy than I expected. Then I ate twenty ice cream sandwhiches and sat around for about four hours until I went to bed.

Day three: we piled back into the car and went to Alex’s house and we ate somewhere. I think we exchanged about two words the entire time. Alena or maybe elena or however you spell it was there was well but she completely stonewalled me which kind of stung but thats the way the cookie crumbles I guess. After that I had to endure another trip back to Ohio.

During my trip I had envisioned a grander, more detailed blog. But out of all my vacation blogs so far I think this one is the shortest, and that’s because it was boring as hell. I left out a lot of extra details because they weren’t really that interesting. At several points I wished that the car would flip over and crash into a ditch so at least one interesting thing would happen. I contemplated running away a few times but we were about nine hours in at that point and it’d take three days to make it back on foot. I usually say that all my vacations are terrible and boring and awful but I don’t really mean that. Except for this one. This one sucked major doo doo.

zo guys, i hope dyou enjoued my blog. Don’t bother respongding because you’re just a ahter and your opinion is wrong. sayonara!

Sometimes I like to go back and read my old blogs. They’re bad. The idea I’m trying to push in the blog is bad and the writing in the blog is bad. In fact the writing in this blog is bad. have you noticed that I start and end sentences with the same five words and phrases every single time? If you haven’t already noticed then now you can’t unsee it, oops. Anyway. What I’m trying to say is everything I think ages like milk. One day: oh what a revolutionary idea I’ll write a blog about it. The next day: this is trash. I go back one year and everything I’ve written is rubbish. I go back six months and everything is still rubbish. I read my most recent blog and even i think it’s boring and hard to read. Sometimes (i started a sentence with “sometimes” again because my vocabulary is small) I feel like there’s multiple mes, and each day I’m a different person, for better or for worse. Two years ago i was plotting stories in my head thinking i would take the world by storm with these legendary plot lines and now I’m thinking about how stupid I was. But back then I genuinely believed I had something special going. Today, as of the second of april, ten pm, i still believe I have an amazing premise for a story that I can’t quite put into words yet, a story that will be analyzed in ela classes across the world. but. Who’s to say that a year or two from now, I won’t look back and think about how stupid I was. And two years from that, I might look back and think about how stupid I was. It makes me wonder if I’m just delusional. Everything I say is wrong. Everything I think is wrong. I think I’m right, but everybody disagrees with me which probably means I’m wrong but just because nobody else thinks so doesn’t mean I’m wrong, after all nobody believed galileo when he said the earth was not the center of the solar system. But to compare my thoughts to galileo is a little pompous of me.

Wanna hear a controversial opinion?????? Something I think that everyone will disagree with???

jk. It’s always “let us know what you’re thinking Nam” and afterwards its “you’re a disgusting piece of crap Nam”. Why should I say anything if I know someone is going to cry and write a blog about it, or if someone is going to tell my why my core beliefs are wrong in the most condescending way possible, or if my older relatives are going to laugh behind my back about it? Do I sound bitter? because I am. The worst part is, tomorrow I may wake up, read this, and cringe. I can’t even be confident in what I’m saying, even when I’m mad. Maybe years of being told I’m wrong has gotten to my head, and I should just persevere through the hate. Or maybe they were right all along. Maybe I’m just misunderstood by the people around me. Or maybe I’m just an angsty teen going through an emo phase. I just don’t know, it and drives me insane.

But sometimes. This happens very rarely.  But sometimes, I hear something that is just so wrong, something so stupid, anyone who possibly believes it should really just be sent to a mental asylum for an examination. Because you must be insane or morally bankrupt or just flat-out unintelligent if you really truly believe that. Notice that I’m not naming any specifics because I know there’ll be a price on my head if I do. Actually, notice how I hardly ever name anyone in my blogs, unless it’s a little kid like Thucquyehn or vien. Because name anyone older than that and I might as well just shoot myself in the head because that’d be a lot less painful than all of my relatives looking down on me with disgust, going on long speeches about how I should respect people more and also why I am wrong.

I’m also guilty of telling people they’re wrong just because they’re younger and their opinion clashes with mine. However (and i really hate to pull the “it’s just a prank bro” card), it’s mostly just in jest. No, I don’t actually think fairy tail is that bad. No, I don’t actually hate BTS. I think they’re just ok. I don’t think you’re a horrible person if you like SAO (although I won’t trust any of your anime recommendations).

I feel like this blog has gone on too long. Or rather, I feel like nobody is reading this anymore. Tq has probably already stopped reading (if she even started reading at all) to go play roblocks, because she has the attention span of… well, a child. TL, I don’t think knows how to read. Um, Khoi and vien probably stopped reading because they got bored. THere’s only two people left I think might be reading and they’re probably chuckling behind their monitors thinking check out this disrespectful little brat. I’m going to lecture/beat him half to death the next time I see him. Which is sad. My audience consists of a bunch of little kids who don’t really care or understand. Aside from them, who’s really listening?

Everybody here writes blogs mainly for a single reason. Their parents are making them. But nobody is forcing me to do anything. So you might wonder why I write blogs. I don’t experience any pleasure writing them. It’s actually really boring. The reason why, I’ve already stated before. My thoughts are presented to me as if I’m narrating to the audience. like a book. If I spill milk all over my pants, I don’t think, crap, I need to change. I think, Why do the gods loathe me so? This is truly the worst day of my life, as if I’m some cartoon character talking out loud to no one for comedic effect. I write blogs because in that way I can communicate to my audience. It’s different than talking to someone because my audience, in a sense, is myself. Because I am the only person who understands myself. By writing a blog, I can openly and freely address the reader as “you”, when the “you” I am referring to, does not exist, anywhere in this universe.

I know that didn’t make sense and when I read this tomorrow I’m going to be confused as well. But that was probably the best attempt at explaining my thoughts and opinions so far. Even if I know someone will say I’m wrong.

so guys, I hope dyou enjoued my blog. Don’t bother responding because you’re opiniong is wrong and you’re just a hater. sayonara!

So about two or three weeks ago I got into a sort of tussle with one of my classmates and it wasn’t an actual fight more like some roughhousing and since my Switch was in my pocket during the exchange… yeah you can probably see where I’m going with this. So I headed to the internet to see what my options were. I could do a self-repair but I’m stupid or i could buy a replacement which needless to say was a little pricey. Or I could just pay nintendo to repair it which cost a hundred dollars and I would have to ship it to them except I don’t know h0ow the shipping process works so I thought Yeah I’m screwed. Since then I’ve been moping around and i though I should probably just kill myself but then I thought Wow you’re going to kill yourself over a switch that’s kind of pathetic and I was like Yeah that’d be a pretty sad way to go out. It’s not like the thing is no longer functioning, it just has a very noticeable crack on the screen but it still bothers me.

Anyway I hate school a lot it’s not like I’m being bullied or anything but I hate school. All of my classes are boring save for gym unless we have to do mile runs the entire time in which case gym is boring as well. Last year I had a lot of friends and I would even go as far as to say that I was popular but this year my reputation which I had spent building up since preschool has all come tumbling down and I no longer talk to anyone. We pass each other in the hall and say hellos and if anyone asked we would say that we’re friendly but we’re really not. Also, I hate my method of getting home. School is let out at 2:30 but I get home at 3:15 because I have to take a school bus which transfers to the middle school where I wait half an hour for the middle school to let their kids out and then I have to wait about ten minutes because my bus is always the last to show up and then I have to scramble for a seat or else I’ll be forced to sit with some random kid I don’t know. I also I hate my method of getting to school because I have to wake up at five thirty in the morning so I can eat breakfast and everything so I can walk outside in the dark and wait ten minutes for my bus to show up while it’s freezing and while  constantly watching my back to make sure I’m not about to get murdered or kidnapped or something.

Everybody has some tightly knit friend groups and at this point it’s too late to try to squeeze my way into one and besides that’d take effort also I don’t really like talking to people much anyway. I get lonely when no one else is around and I want people to go away when they’re here which I know doesn’t make sense but that’s how it works. Even if I happen to make a friend or two I doubt we’d still hang out after I graduate from high school and if I make friends in college I doubt we’d stay friends after I graduated college. speaking of college I don’t even think I want to go to college because it seems like a waste of time. My dad wants me to get a master’s degree or something but the way I see it I’ll spend eight years in college and I’ll be twenty six by the time I get out meaning I’ll have spent my early twenties (arguably the most important time of your life) studying in college with no job and no way to make money. Even if I did want to go to college I don’t think we have a way to pay for it so I’d be headed to some crappy place that I don’t want to be in. The alternative is to get a scholarship and to get one of those I’d have to do exceptionally well in school except I have no ambition to do well in school anymore because as I’ve already stated I hate school and think it’s boring. In elementary school and middle school I was able to breeze by off of natural talent and because I was good at it I had some ambition to do well but now maybe I’ve changed and I have to think a little more when I’m jotting down answers and on top of that I really don’t care about learning anything because it’s all a snoozefest. I like writing so you’d think I’d like writing in ELA. I don’t because every single year I have to relearn how to write an argumentative essay over and over and over and over and it’s so tedious. To get some actual advice on writing the things I want to write I’d have to go to college which I don’t want to go to and also going to college just to learn how to write seems like a waste.

Speaking of college I’ve been thinking about what I want to do when I graduate and that answer is: write a book. But I’m bad at writing and even if I weren’t, the most success I could hope for is a few book sales and I’d go back to being unemployed. I don’t have the passion for any other job and I don’t want to wind up doing something I hate, not that I could even land a job since most people are looking for a degree when they’re hiring and I don’t want to go to college. So no matter how you slice it my future won’t be very bright and I’ll probably end up dead or something.

Also I’ve been signed up for a coding camp which nobody asked if I wanted to do it. I don’t. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in coding and to make me do something I don’t want to do is just stupid. The reason I’m being forced to do this is so I can become an engineer or something maybe which is dumb and stupid and dumb because I do not want to become an engineer.

I hate how every Asian person makes their kid become a doctor or an engineer or a lawyer   just because they’re high paying jobs. I have no interest in any of those professions whatsoever. It pisses me off because it’s like everybody has this set path they want me to go down and if I don’t go down that path I’m a failure that didn’t meet my parent’s expectations. It’s toxic and suffocating.

Recently I’ve stopped playing video games and now most of my time is spent cruising social media. The reason for this is mainly because it’s not that fun anymore. It’s what I like to call short-term happiness in which there’s a small period of time where I can not think about things I don’t want to worry about. Once I stop I immediately just stop feeling happy. I wouldn’t call it sadness it’s more like melancholic. Each time I stop playing and look at the clock I see hours have passed and I feel like I’m wasting my time since I know tomorrow I’ll have to go to school again.

Okay I got bored of writing and stopped and now a day has passed and now that I’m reading this it doesn’t make that much sense but I’ll keep it because I must have spent an entire ten minutes writing it and I don’t want all that work to go to waste. Anyhow the reason I’m writing this web log is because I wish to discuss what a great band Tally Hall is. If you’ve never heard of them that’s understandable because they’re kind of underground and you all know I’m the kind of guy who is into underground bands. Like I listen to some pretty unknown people like billy eilshi, you ever heard of her? I don’t think so. I’d like to get a start in the music industry but I can’t sing and learning how to play an instrument is boring. Also I think French is a poopy language that’s needlessly complicated. Like if you want to say “the tall man” it would be translated as “la grande homme” except I lied that is wrong because it’s actually “le grand homme” because you have to change the spelling depending on whether or not the word is masculine or feminine, meaning if it was “the tall woman” it’d be “la grande femme” which is dumb and stupid. And it’s not limited to people because nouns like metro station also are masculine or feminine so you don’t know if you should write “la gare de metro” or “le gare de metro” because there isn’t a sign that tells you if it’s masculine or feminine so you just have to guess I think it’s masculine by the way but I don’t know. Also you have to conjugate verbs and I don’t remember how to for each one for example “Je mange l’orange” (I eat the orange). The spelling of mange is different depending on the pronoun so saying “You eat the orange” would be “Tu manges l’orange” and there’s an s at the end of mange for some reason which is dumb and stupid. And then for the pronoun “vous” it’d be “Vous mangez l’orange” and there’s a z at the end of mange for some reason. But guess what, vous means also means “you”, so why are tu and vous separate words? Well because vous is how you address people formally and tu is how you address people you know well. Why this needs to exist I don’t know. And also guess what. “Mange” and “manges”, when said out loud, are pronounced the same anyway so what’s the point.

Anyway as I was saying. As I was reading my blogs I thought that it didn’t make much sense and that’s because it’s easy for me to think what I want to say easily but to actually put the words out on paper is difficult and boring and guess what I’m already getting tired of trying to sound out my thoughts right now. A lot of the times I just sit and stare at the screen for five hours and I’ll only have a page and a half written down and that is not even an exaggeration. What’s bouncing around in my head aren’t actually coherent sentences more like words and phrases. Not really but that’s the thing the comes closest to describing it. I think my thoughts as if I’m narrating to some unseen audience and even right now I’m narrating in my head about how I’m writing this and right now I’m explaining to my nonexistent audience my thoughts. That might sound a little odd but at least I’m not talking to myself because that’s kind of weird. Anyway I’m bored now so I’m going to stop writing.

so guys, I hope dyou enjoyed my blog. Don’t bother responding because you’re opinion is wroung and you’re just a hater. sayonara!