Work Work Work

Today I dreamt... it was awesome. Actually, I went to bed and saved this as a draft at the "..." so lemme wing it here... Um... I remember it was the first time I had dreamt in a while, I was at my dad's office hard at work when suddenly I was at school. It was after break, and I had forgotten to turn in all of my homework for the last trimester, causing a revolt by the goblins under the chapel. The leader of these goblins, St. Huckleberry (guess what book I was thinking of!), was a puny, dwarfish, striking mutant... don't ask... it's difficult to explain. So St. Huckleberry is all poed, and then they grab Rev Kev and slam his head against a tombstone just like in the Night of the Living Dead, except there's not really a tombstone at Saint Mark's, especially not one coming out of the wall of the language building. As I pondered this, I started narrating my own life in poetry. I literally said the last sentence, and as I said "pondered," my mind wandered off to "The Raven," and I became a raven. I flew around Rev. Kev's body and then he rose up and smacked St. Huckleberry. "Im'a come up atchu like a monkey atta steeeam rooom," said Rev Kev, and he promptly OWNED the dwarfy nub. More to come as I find more time...

Quality Standards... Should they be Implemented?

Well FB whatever the hell it is makes it so my blog, or at least the title, is shown to everyone who looks at my profile. This is not good. Prior to this, my blog was a place of blissful mediocrity. Now, people will actually be reading this crap. Not cool. If I wanted people to read my blog, I would have made it good.

This is a joke, retards

What I'm Listening to: Early Metal/Hard rock
What I'm Wearing: What do you think
Mood: Lost, contemplative... nothing great believe me

So yeah... now the actual blog... dee da dum... oh yeah i got something: The most pertinent thing to our everyday lives. This is big, important, and pressing: random facts about Indians (native americans), or at least somewhat related to them

less than 1% of people on wagon trains were killed by Native americans
If you have any cherokee blood youre considered super dandy (full blooded) as a cherokee
the cheapest land purchase ever wasnt the louisiana purchase, 11 cents an acre, it was land taken ("bought") from american indians for... TWO CENTS AN ACRE
Read about king phillips war if you want to be scared shitless... the governer of VA actually had the skin of an indian sliced off, then watched as he made the poor guy eat his own flesh... we owe more to these people than we think

on a happy note... um... bye