I am tired. It is only 11:25. What is wrong with me? When I get tired my thoughts wander. There is a red sharpie on my desk. I bet I used it recently to write on a CD. I just spent three minutes talking to people over ther internet. I almost spelled internet as ingernet back there. Yaaaawn. I just yawned. This is the most random post i’ve ever made. Damn it, why do I have The Shins in my playlist? Time to skip that one. Aaaah some piano stuff from Bryant’s cousin; better. Unh. Ha ha, that’s a funny word. I just burped. Man I need to shave. I haven’t shaved in two days. It’s itchy. Maybe I’ll photoshop my head onto Mr. T’s body tomorrow. Yeah… Wow this is the most random blog entry i’ve ever made. Oh wait, I already said that. Man, my C++ book is huge. It’s basically turned into an armrest. Wha? Ok, i don’t know what I’m talking about. My clock says 11:32 now. I’m gonna wait till it turns to 11:33, then write some more. There it goes. Man I’m bored. And tired.
