Spring break is here and I couldn't be more. . . confused. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. On the one side, I have a week "off," but on the other side, I have tons of homework and I have to face the facts that school is coming to an end and my grades aren't anything like they should be. I've come to the realization that not only am I a nerd, but I'm also a flake. I hate flakes. . . but I've become one!!! And I've also decided that this blog entry is becoming too... blog-ish. I hate that too. SCREW IT!

Ok I'm in de-blog mode. Soo. . . how 'bout them Lakers?!

Well, life couldn't be any lamer. I think we should all revolt against conformity and competition. I'm sick of people trying to be the best. This reminds me of a good song... "I don't f*cking care. I don't f*ckin care. I DON'T F*CKING CARE ANYMORE!!!" and so on and so forth. Those of you who know that song. . . good for you. Pat yourself on the back. Those of you who don't: good for you. Pat yourself on the back. Why, you ask? Because I'm sick of people labeling themselves by what music they listen to. I don't freakin care if you love country or rap or rock or the backstreet boys. Just shut the freak up about it.

So in conclusion: I'm confused, I hate all blogs (including my own), Conformity bothers me, and I don't freaking care what kind of music you listen too. That just about sums up everything that anybody without a life should ever hope to know about who I am.

THE END.