Bloody Murican Stereotypical Gits.

I'm guessing nobody missed me, so let's jump to the point. And that point is that I have nothing more present to talk about than the past. At long last I finally started to edit the Wizard101 B.O.X.E.S. group of videos. Then there was last week, featuring guest event Super United Statesian (because saying American feels wrong since I could mean a Mexican, Canadian, Brazilian, etc.) Stereotypical School Dance-thing Part of Why I Hate The U.S. Event, it's quite a mouthful, and annoyance, and pain in the arse, and my biggest excuse to speak U.K. English, and most of all slightly why I find most of the guys I go to school with, to be a bunch of (either) twats or gits. Psychic prediction: King will be a football (Yankee), and queen will be his girlfriend. Get this, since this gives the event the Stereotypical in its name, I was right. I didn't go to the after-event, because that's the Bloody Stereotypical United Statesian Bloody Gits Have No Taste In Music, Dance Gang(whoa, whoa, whoa, this blog is supposed to be censored to the point where a child in the U.S. wouldn't be able to de-code censors.) It was a very stereotypical week, though in the U.S. every day is stereotypical, gits, twats, men, capitalism, I can say what ever I want so long as it isn't in Murican. And I'll explain more tomorrow.

Questions?

I know what some might have been thinking last night, and no I have nothing prepared for upload, so much for my success there. Sometimes I feel like I'd be right to heed my dream, nightmare, whatever they are. Last night I had a dream, which was more of a nightmare I didn't bother to wake up from, where a series of events happened at a store in some mall (note how I make things up from my assumptions of various details in the dream) but in the end I was told to "take a break." notably I'm rarely asked to do such a thing, due to my loyalty to the groups I'm in I tend to go until I'm told to stop, as proven last year by a sport I did where one of the coaches told me to not come to the next match due to a blister I was getting on my thumb. Granted the dream also involved me being replaced, which after thinking about it this morning left me with slight fear throughout the day. Though I did get over it by the end of the day, I did end up just about alone though later in the day, which had me commit to my loyalty to what I was doing. It was OK, until something went wrong for me and I had to fix it, it was sort of something that goes back to how I am about these things, the story is that once during a parade (remember I have stated my band history) I showed no care towards looking like an idiot just to fix my instrument right on the spot, because I was the only member of my section there. Granted that is a true story, but still today, with just me and another person, I tried to fix the problem I was faced with, while it may sound simple, it took me a while to fix it, and guess what? Another problem followed, so the big school day left me depressed, and there was no help that a landmark on the school campus brought back some bad memories. I guess everything isn't all that bad, but something are still saddening. I'm tired so I guess this will be it, night all.