I think it's been almost 3 months since my last blog post and I'm surprised to see that I have not dropped any followers, for which I thank you all.
So you ask, "Where have you been? What have you been doing?"
Well the answer is, NOTHING. I've been doing a whole lot of nothing...and loving it. My free time consists of video games and TV shows. My days are as follows-->School...videogames...TV shows...sleep and repeat.
Some people would say, "Dude, that's totally lame and uber-boring."
To which I respond, "Yes, it probably is totally lame, but it's not uber-boring."
When is the last time you scored a hat-trick in the English Premiere League? When's the last time you saved the universe from an alien invasion? When's the last time you traveled to another plane and closed portals which allowed hordes of foreign creatures to roam the earth? When is the last time you found the secret treasure of Pandora and bathed in gold? When is the last time you won the Super Bowl? When is the last time you were an immortal human searching for his memory and saving the earth from a domineering arch-mage?
These are all things I've done from the comfort of my living room couch, it's been lovely.
When I blog I typically have something in my head that needs to come out and I like to leave my readers with something to think about or at least something to laugh about...I don't like to force a post, as I am currently doing, but I wanted people to know I'm alive since I've been away so long.
In an attempt to salvage your time I may have wasted I will leave you with an excerpt from my past in an attempt to achieve smiles and laughs.
The summer before the 3rd grade I got a brand new bike. It was kickin' and I'm pretty sure all the neighborhood kids were way jealous. I road my bike to my good buddies house every day multiple times to hang out and play "The ultimate Nacho" which was a game very similar to King of the Hill which we made up...whoever was on top of the hill was the Ultimate Nacho. Anyways, I had been to my buddies house so many times that I figured I could ride my bike home with my eyes closed. Afterall, it is only about 200 yards away. I decided to give it a shot and I ran into a mailbox about 30 yards into my ride. I ran the rest of the way home with my bike and busted into the house with blood gushing out of my hand. I told my mom that my shoestrings got caught in the pedals and I fell and hit a mailbox. She grabbed my sister and rushed me to the ER and I got a bunch of stitches and everything worked out fine. We got home and my little sister screamed and yelled at me until her voice went hoarse because her chicken nuggets were cold.
...I hope to never get yelled at like that again...stupid chicken nuggets.
-Ultimate Nacho
