I'm living, but does it count as wasting life?
If you're unproductive, are you wasting time?
You're using your time to do nothing.
Am I wasting time?
You're wasing your time reading this.
Que pointless, time-wasting, cute.
"I'm more than a bird
I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see"
Fact Of The Day: I'm so boring at times.
Story Of The Day: ITS SATURDAY! OMG OMG OMG OMG OHHH EMMM GEEEE!!! Saturday. One of the day's that little Matt Lee can rest the whole day. He sleeps in school and gets plenty of rest, but Saturdays are different. He can "relax". Lately, his Saturdays were pretty busy. The night before, Friday, he went to church and went to his friend Mikes' house. Before they went there, they stopped by a local 7-11 to go buy some snacks and food. They ended up spending $40 at 7-11. Wow. They had like 5 bags of chips, 20 drinks, 5 bags of candy and some other junks. It was insane. Well, once they reached Mikes house, half of the kids (there were 4 people there) were really tired. Matt was one of them. He popped open a drink, chugged that junks and woke up. All they did was talk, play some games, do some stupid stuff. Time flew by mad fast. When they looked at the clock, it was like 4 in the morning. Matt wasnt tired. He went the bathroom the take a pee. When he got in there, he froze. There is a window in that bathroom and some punk left it open. Matt couldnt pee in the cold. He held it in, closed the window and came back some other time. Matt fell asleep at like 5 or 6. He woke up like 4-5 hours later. He was wide awake. He washed up and thought of things to do. Mike, Matt and all the other people decided to watch football later in the day. They just sat in Mike's room, doing nothing. They killed about half an hour. Another friend, Ken, picked them up and went to ANOTHER friend, Paul's, house. When they got there, they went out to eat. They ate some Chipotle. Mm mm good. When they finished, they started watching football. Half of the people there got really bored so they decided to play some poker. It went for quite a while. The people that werent playing, like Matt and a few of his friends, decided to wrestle each other. No homo. They almost tore down Paul's house. They were slamming the walls, floor, tables and everything else that got in their way. It was getting wild. No homo. All of a sudden, the power went out. Some people thought it was because there was a storm outside. Others thought it was because Matt. Since he was wrestling with other boys (no homo), they thought they hit something that has to do with the power. That wasnt the case. There was just too many things going on that used up too much pwoer in the house. They were lost in the pitch black house. Matt was terrified. He is afraid of the dark. What a girl. Well, someone busted out a flashlight out of nowhere and went looking for the circuit box thing or whatever. They found it. They didnt know how to use it. Paul called some power company and asked them for help. They said they were going to charge him like $50 to fix it. He hung up. Matt didnt know how to work it. This made him look very un-pro. Then some random person comes out of the dark and fiddles with the switches. The lights come back on. Matt was relieved. After the power came back, they guys stayed for like 30 more minutes and left. When Matt got home, he ate some food, washed up and went on his computer. Thats when he saw Eunice sign on AIM. He started talking to her because they havent talked in a while. Yea. They talked for like 10 minutes or something and Matt totally left her to clean his basement. He finished cleaning, he loves the smell of febreze in a clean area. Ahhh. He feels clean. Well, now hes writing this crazy good kick ass story to Eunice. ~THE END~ :D :D :D :D :D :D