I did something (alternative title: surprise, it's at the end, so just scroll down)

I needed to add this because it annoys me when there's no header in the beginning, and then bam, it just appears out of nowhere.
You know what else annoys me? How long that was. Continuing on to the actual topic of this post, I may or may not have deleted something, but that's for me to know and for you to never find out. The thing is, I did something. I know you can find that out due to the very vague title given. If you think about it, though, it's both vague and blunt, which is pretty fitting.

What have I done? 

A lot of things. 

Why have I made this?

You'll find out.

Now, you know me. Gee golly, I sure to love to share information about myself. I'm an absolute open book. Ask me anything and I'll give you a five paragraph essay in response. This is why I'm asking for important stuff. Extremely important stuff. 

1. Never use the term "raw beef." Look, I know I just said "gee golly", but I think that's more valid than raw beef, Lussiana. Don't worry, you're still my favorite, though. (Also, yes, I might've used that term previously, but it was a month ago, which is long enough to rethink your life decisions, and then realize you cannot spell decisions... that's sad.)

2. Pester me about anything. You may say, 'Why would you want to know about the twelve hours I spent doing absolutely nothing.' I really don't, but I'm also trying to procrastinate, so there's that.

4. Here's one image I'm adding so the picture for this post isn't "Grade: B".

3. I never want to see this again: 

4. Also, add this to the above:, though it's not as bad as seeing. Gives me shivers just thinking about it.

I'm stalling.

I  a m  s t a l l i n g  b e c a u s e . . .  t h i s  w h o l e  p o s t  i s  a c t u a l l y  a b o u t  t o  p l o t - t w i s t  y o u r  m i n d. 

I know there was no bigger plot twist than/ when Mrs. Lamascus revealed that the special guest was none other than /me getting side tracked, but that's where you, my friend (buddy, chum, pal?), are wrong. 

Anyways, I'm still stalling and you're not going to see this until fifty years after I write it (by the way, here's something that'll make you feel better about yourself: I just spelled "write" as "right", and didn't realize it until about three minutes later). 

I'm upset right now, so it's the perfect time to write. It's been about three days or so since I wrote the paragraph above, which reveals how inconsistent this will be. 

Here's some more pictures, for your enjoyment and mine.

  

I'm praying that once I publish this, blogger won't ruin the format of this post and make it look disgusting. No offense, blogger, but organization is not the best asset you contain. I'm going to go into an excruciatingly long paragraph about these pictures now. 

The first picture represents what goes inside my mind during a very serious discussion. The second one also is a fair representation of how I feel during PSAT and during the state tests as well, or any test that can determine my future for that matter. 

Here's something else, since we're still stalling:

"You," Daniel says intelligently.
"No, you," I state with equal intellect.
"Uno reverse card," he squeals, which throws me off, therefore making him the victorious one of this round.
(cosplay theories)

I just realized that I mention Daniel on almost every post in my blog. I should give other people some credit as well. For example, this lovely child, or this one, or this one.

Moving on, let's talk about something slightly related to the above in no particular way. If I ever ask you for your name at random, just know it's because as a future Starbucks barista (don't come for me, Starbucks, I don't need your copyright whatevers), I wish to shock the innocent consumers of what I'm assuming is some pretty decent but overrated coffee, by being aware of their name. I'd be like the... I'd be better than the analogy I am currently trying but failing to come up with. Also, if you're wondering, why work at this certain place that I will not repeat due to my repetitive tendencies ironically being broken, this is because of Mrs. Blair, the art god. She has convinced me that I must take up this path for at least a month, before realizing I can't handle the pressure society will hand to me.

On that note, here is something I'm stressed about:

mOCK TRIAL

We have dress rehearsal tomorrow (Oct 29th), and the actual thing soon (Nov 7th). I'm super stressed for dress rehearsal, so when Mock Trial comes,,

Here's what I did:

Nothing. Literally. You've been fooled, sorry.