nothing important

There was a man who was driving along the road one day with a priest sitting shotgun when he saw three lawyers crossing the road at the next intersection. This guy HATED lawyers with a passion, but what could he do with a priest in his car? He decided, okay, I'm going to just close my eyes, and maybe I'll hit them. He closed his eyes and stepped on the gas. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and asked the priest, "Did I hit anyone?" The priest said, "No, but I got one with the car door."

deja vu

I got on half a minute ago because I thought of something to write, but THEN I FORGOT IT.

lacking everything but the writer's cramp.

Shortly after forgetting what I wanted to write my last blog about and posting something anyway, I remembered what it was, and forgot again. I do remember that it would have been cool to write about, so if I don't ever remember again what it is, it's because that's all I have to remember what it is by.

Anyway, I've been thinking about writing a book. It seems to be the cool thing to do. I know of at least three of my friends who are undertaking such an endeavor, and I think it might be something enjoyable to do in my free time. The problem is, I get bored of things like this rather quickly. Last year, Glenn, a friend of mine, wanted to make a comic with me. Problem is, I only ever got a few pieces of concept art finished. And to tell the truth, I'm not the best at drawings. I can doodle during class pretty well, but drawing something and being able to duplicate the way it looks in one picture is hard for me without putting forth a lot of effort.

But anyway. I don't have anything in-depth to write about. Sorry. I'll get around to writing something interesting to other people.

Tomorrow.