Haven't got a Clue

Well to be honest, I don't have a clue what to write about tonight. I really need to keep blogging more often and right now it seems all my life is one sob story after another and I don't wanna be like that. It get's a little weary after a while if ya know what I mean.

On a lighter note, I did manage to enroll myself into more High School courses. Dun Dun Dun!!!!! yea yea I'm getting my act together to graduate high school. A message to any youngin's out there who read this. Don't be dumb, finish school, and at least try to get decent grades. Don't be a dope like me and drop out..... several times over. You'll end up regret it in the long term. These days you practically need a college degree to work flippin burgers and some greasy joint and if you live in an area anything like mine, you're going to need all the money you can get to live in the real world. Minimum wage is the lowest in Canada here not to mention the cost of living is one of the highest. The sights are great but everything else sucks butt. BIG TIME!! Reality Checks suck big time especially when you find out at the wrong time. I swear mine bounced a long time ago LOL.

So yeah, I have now enrolled myself into History 12 and English 12. I rock at English so that should be easy enough. However, History, is another story. I had to choose between Liturature 12 or History 12 and I asked myself "Which course will put me to sleep faster?" Well, History 12 it is. I did the activation questions to start it and well, let me tell ya, I shoulda stayed awake in history when I actually attended high school. I have a feeling this is going to hurt big time LOL.

So I have come to a conclusion. I am going to dedicate November 5th each year to my own personal "Beat a Dead Beat Dad Day". Why November 5th you ask? Well that happens to be the birthday of Tyler's and Damien's own Dead Beat Dad. It has now been 7 months since he has last had contact with the boys and I know they would be devistated if they saw him any time soon. So remember, each year, November 5th, "Beat a Dead Beat Dad". Find one if you have to and just give him a good cuff upside the head and ask him WTF his problem is and tell him he should go search for some balls somewhere because he obviously never was born with a pair.

Well it's been a long-ish day and I'm starting to get sleeping, so I am going to stop my ramblings here because that is basically all they really are is just me babbling incoherantly (ooooh big word) and maybe get some sleep. I dunno, maybe I'll even play a bit of World of Warcraft (World of Warcrack to all you other gamers out there)