I always make a title for posts after I write them. I wonder if everyone does it that way.

Just thought that I should make a note about what I was talking about on the blog entry preceding this one. The title was taken from one of my many awkward conversations with my dad. Usually in these conversations he asks me numerous questions about the things going on and the people in my life and I answer as best as I can. The drawback of this is that I always get the feeling that he doesn't understand what I mean and he thinks I'm weird. He's actually told me that I'm weird a couple of times, which is completely true. I am pretty weird. Although I do really like it that he tries because I know people who have parents who don't try and it just seems like that would suck. I also like that he's honest. At least he doesn't sit there and try to understand why I've given my new friend a nickname from the Lord of the Rings that has nothing to do with said person's personality or physical appearance.

It amazes me how it's 10:45AM right now and I can't think of anything to say but if it were 10:45PM this thing would be twice as long and filled with stuff that actually makes sense. But I'm sitting at my former grade school waiting for my dad to get back from church where he is directing the choir and I'm super bored, which is unfortunate for you, the reader. However there are two of you, which I have come to believe is not such a bad thing. Maybe I should invite a few more to read this thing but if I was one of those people who had 10-12 people reading every word I wrote, I don't think I would write as honestly as I do now. I would always be wondering what people would think, whereas now I can type up the world's most boring blog entry, get no comments on it, relieve my boredom, and feel all around better about the rest of the day.

Fred Jones was worn out

From caring for his often

Screaming and crying wife

During the day but

He couldn't sleep at night

For fear that she

In a stupor from the drugs

That didn't ease the pain

Would set the house ablaze

With a

Cigarette.

I'm hoping I got that right but I'm not sure that it is because I did it from memory. I'm pretty sure that Fred Jones is my hero. Not because this song really has anything to do with me but because he's Fred Jones. I also love that song because the whole thing is one sentence. So that's all I have.