first real post

okay so my first post wasnt exactly real, mainly because cameron tells me that for a blog it was way incredibly short... lets see from other blogs that i have read, and thats not many, people just seem to write whatever happened to them that day. This is a problem you see, for me, because i literally do n-o-t-h-i-n-g (emphasis on the nothing) all day long... i could have called my friends and actaully done something today, but whats the point? it would take to much planning (which would be pointless anyways beacuse someone would bail out and it will all have been for naught... hmmm, 'naught' is the new word of the day) and besides i am actaully going out tomorrow, a rare thing for me, going to see the wedding crashers. anyone reading this is probably going with, if your not its because you werent online at whatever time we decided this yesterday (or was it two days ago?) but you could proabably just show up, its not like its a really planned thing. the movie is a 7:30 at AMC 30. so basically my boardom is my own fault... im just too lazy. lets see, i watched my first episode of sponge bob square pants today, and was immediately reminded why i was never sucked into it like most... its just a little creepy. i cant explain why. it jsut was. then i went swimming, which wasnt bad because it wasnt to hot out. and then i cant really remember what else i did for the rest of the day... it jsut one big blank, maybe i have epilepsy, i think that epileptics have random times throughout the day when they just space out. but whatever moving on i then went to this one website diaryproject.com and just looked around for the hell of it. Then i began to read Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged (im pretty excited, everyone says its her best). this, for some reason or another, lead me and my mom to talking about whether i would go to hell or not for running down a mom and an infant during a riot (converstation inspired by War of the Worlds) i think i could conceivably do it. i mean (random, unrelated interuption... my sister just got back from chicago!) if the lady was too stupid and too in shock to move when a two ton car comes hurtiling at her, how is she suppose to get over the shock of seeing a gigantic tripod coming down her street? infact i would probably being doing her a favor, its much more...uh... convienent to die by car crash then captured by aliens and have your blood sucked out, right? anyways after this i went into another blank period until the simpsons came on. thats prolly the only show i make an effort to watch. i just love them, even though ive seen almost every episode. anyways after this i talked to cameron about absolutely nothing. and got my blog up, w00t! then i randomly decided to see if i was 'googlable' turns out that the first response to my search came up with a pornstar... i was slightly trauamtized, but i think i'll get over it. anyways... it still seems like a pretty short entry, but im tired of typing... lets see, cameron and i think coby too, put quotes on here. i dunno that many quotes, but i do have a collection of random lines from books, stories, songs, or poems that i like (there almost never exact though). that seems as good as any quote... "Unless of course, your teeth still grow after your dead." Well thats it, gracias para leerlo. :)