I'm back!

Not that anyone cares....
http://theycallmepiano.com/Music.htm So... this isn't a song. This is, like, all of the songs from TheyCallMePiano. The chick goes to my school. She's freaking amazing. I still need to meet her... I see her everyday, and still haven't actually talked to her. The only reason I found this was because I was talking to my friend about her (amazing) hair, and she told me that everyone called her Piano, and this friend had been wearing this bracelet thing with THEYCALLMEPIANO www.theycallmepiano.com So I decided to look this website thing is, and I clicked freaking everything, and I haven't listened to anything but her music (and Kidnap The Sandy Claws by KoRn) for three days.
Anyway... should be doing homework, but instead I'm on this magical contraption called a computer, listening to Piano, and eating cold chicken tenders. I really need to learn how to stop procrastinating. Fifteen school days until winter break. I can't wait because I'm freaking ticked at school and work and shizz and need a break, but I also hope it never comes, because I have to get my dang wisdom teeth out. Plus, over breaks I'm always such a loner. Unless my friend Maggie invites me over for New Years eve and shizz like last year. I woke up at nine. In the morning. Ug. I keep telling myself I'll have time to finish all my homework today. But I have track (fuck) from like 3-6 or something. The only reason I actually consent to running track is so that I can stay in shape for soccer. I'm going to try to make my high school's team, but the requirements are running three miles (I can do that), and juggling the ball 200 times consecutively. I never actually learned to juggle because I never thought I would have to. I know it helps with control and such, but none of my former teams ever focused on that, we had other drills for control.
Even if I manage to.... EXIT by Piano!!! Sorry... one of my favorite songs by her. What was I saying? Oh yeah, soccer. Even if I somehow manage to meet the juggling requirement, I honestly don't think I play well enough to the team.
Aww, my cat is taking a bath! Yeah, no one needed to know that, nor will anyone care, if anyone even reads this.
I ran out of things to talk about... B day tomorrow. I hate B days. And I still haven't done my homework.
Yeah, I'm gonna go do that now. OH WAIT! SPACE UNICORNISM! Ug, I'll talk about that next post. But my friend/dad Emma, my friend Nick, and I are collaborating on making a religion called Space Unicornism.
Bai my children. Remember, make pasta, not war, and honor the Space Unicorn gods with corndogs. Until my next post, love Piano, get her more publicity, and ignore all grammatical errors on my blog.