I Am Devistated

I love school.  I love the teachers that I had.  Three of them were my friends.  Or so I would like to imagine.  I liked them a lot more than most of the kids in my age group.  Well, I can pretend, can't I?  It's a lonely lonely world out there, and I think that they're really cool, alright?  Now quit focusing on my lack of friends and go be productive.  Just kidding.  Please keep reading about how I lack friends.  It keeps me motivated to write these posts.  Think about it:  if I had a social life, I probably wouldn't have a lot of time to write these!  Hmmm... what ever happened to Allie Brosh?  She seems to have gone missing.  Should we be worried?  Should we call a search party?  No.  Because she is a big girl now.  She wears big girl underwear.

You know what's cool?  Nordic mythology.  And vikings.  And this painting that I found down town.


Totally awesome.  I couldn't just leave it hanging on the side of what appeared to be a meth lab.  Oh no.  Not this baby.  I put it in the back of my friends car and we drove away.  We wandered around town (meaning we headed towards Skyline and went to the zip line park).  We were roamers of the night.  As Billy Squier said, "lonely is the night."  We went to her boat.  Watched the Pink Panther 2.  Chilled, you know the drill.  Then we drove past the hospital and saw that the sprinklers were on for the grass next to the sidewalk.  Oh dear...  My mother was concerned when I came home around 12:30am and was soaking wet. "(astonished and slightly livid expression)." "Oh, just a quick run through some sprinklers, no need to panic."  And then off to my room with my loot (my painting).

It was created in 1974-78.  It took four years, evidently.  Love it.  My mom didn't want me to keep it because it talked about Hamingja on the back and she was worried that that was what the painting was about.  Which it is, of course.  But it is awesome.  So I will keep it.