I am always very bad at coming up with titles for things.

so, i really have no idea whatsoever what to write. or rather, i have several ideas, but i dont want to type them out. they seem silly, or trite. perhaps ill write a short story.

or not.

i wonder if this will count as a blog post for class. probably not. i bet if i just left it at this, shelly would leave a comment saying “no, this doesnt count for class”. she just seems like the type who would reply like that, she is a little bit snarky. not in a bad way, but i could see her making some smartass remark like that. thats honestly the only reason i go to that class. english is a boring subject. i like to write, i like to read, and i do both fairly well. by all rights, i really shouldnt be in that class. several of the people in that class shouldnt, but school requires it. damn you, education! she makes the class at least interesting enough that i didnt drop it. and she apparently has pretty good taste in music, which was the subject of our last 2 papers. Rage, Billy Joel, and Flobots. well played, teacher. well played.

now, my head kind of hurts, and its almost 5am. i should really stop staying up until 5am. fucking videogames and horror movies and audiobook. damn you too, george r. r. martin, you god-like sonofabitch.