The Obscure

Hey everyone. I am updating because I don't have a whole lot else to do. What to say, what to say, people eat chicken, cows eat hay, hay is for horses, and dogs eat them--but us gooses just listen to R.E.M.
That was a Johnny McMcMcMcMcantelbury original, thank god I'm a country boy.
I saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds. What are YOU going to do about it?

So the other day I was drinking some "409" and I started to see strange colours. I stared at the colours for centuries, and eventually went into a trance. With a start I suddenly realized that my brain was being devoured by silkworms. I threw up my hands in defense, but to no avail, the Men were already dancing. That was my cue.
With a lightning quick thrust, I ran my blade through the heart of Mine enemy.
And the Imperial Minister of Finance for the Republic of Eurodeluasia lay dead at my feet.
You'll never pin it on me, coppers.

So how is everyone doing tonight? I am doing pretty good. I'm in a wacky way, as you may have gathered. But can you blame me? It's Levitation Siesta Day!!
In old country, this is biggest holiday. When I was young girl, very young, my father brought me into the town, for this day. And I danced in a circle of levitating flamenco guitarist, and my father smiled at me and said, "Juliana, you are most special girl in world."
This is fondest memory of mine.

Aye Aye Aye! Levitation Seista Day continues on! All of us, carry on the tradition, it is our heritage.

When Johnny drinks from his glass.
So I was in school today, almost on time. It was nuts. I forgot how friggin' long the school day is if you are actually THERE the whole time. It's enormous! I thought that it was fifth period after second.
I don't know man, school kinda gets me down in the dumps. I don't know why it's so harsh for me, just doesn't click, I guess.
It's a trip, there are kids I know who spend the majority of their time smoking and screwing and generally destroying their minds and bodies at a faster rate than disease could; yet they manage to pass classes with alright grades, whereas Johnny Clean-Living over here pollutes his life with ONLY the imagined addiction of irresponsible laziness, and I am the failure.
Wacked out man. Good lord, my gourd... has fallen, and smashed.

Talk about y'azz man. I'm outta hea'.