Fun Times At Bored High

So, it hasn't even been an hour since the last blog I posted and already I feel the gaping hole that is where blogging has filled. I feel weird blogging because I just always thought it was kinda stupid (OOOHHHH!! DISS!!). But now I feel a connection like a telephone plugged into chocolate cake (I like chocolate cake). So, now I'm forever darned to be blogging whenever I get the chance. I'm going to make it an obsesive thing I can already tell, but where else are you able to spill your thoughts all over the place like spilt juce? I guess in a diary but a mad, black women took mine away. *Aww*. I know; sad. I feel pretty good about this already. 

So, let me take you through a walk-through (I said through twice, tee-hee) of what I'm doing here. 

I woke up yesterday at around 9:45 am after staying up till 6:00 am every day. I have insomnia so I have an excuse :P. And my daddy woke me up very nicely the first time, farted in my room, and told me to get up. Classic Dad. So, being Keiten Bozung, I rested my foggy head onto the pillow and drifted off into Dreamland. My daddy, pretty fuming, came in and yelled at me to get up. I deserved it, cause I didn't obey the troll made up of tiny little elves (I was so outta it that's what I saw). I woke up to find that Dad wanted to take apart the engine that we took out of my car the day before. Ladys and Gentlemen I own, as my first car, a '67 Mustang. Ha! It rocks! So, that is what I did from 10am to 2:30pm. Then I played at church. I have the awesome privilage to play with some pretty awesome people in an adult ministry group. So, yeah... Be jelous! So, I got home at 9:00pm after playing two awesome sets at Newheights Church to find my body beaten and bruised ready for bed. I woke up at 12am today and have been on here for four hours! Holy crap! 

I'll blog some more later today. 

good morning you allagators with funny hats!

Keiten