Confessions of a Failure of a Blogger

    I've neglecting you, my massive army of,well, sixteen followers (AND ALL THREE OF YOU WHO READ MY POSTS). I used to blog all the time but I am here to tell you the tale of why your feeds have not be graffiti 'd  with my name.
   Well, first of all I've been in driver's ed. that's four hours a day, six days, until Saturday. What does driver's ed teach me? That I want to go home... in something other than a car... while avoiding railroad tracks.
   School has been excruciatingly hard.I just keep reminding myself that if I don't do well this will be my future:
I won't graduate
I won't go to college
I'll work at McDonald's
All I'll be able to afford is McDonald's food
I'll die of a heart attack before I'm thirty.
I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN!
At least, if I die now from the pain and torture of school, it will be quicker and with more honor.
    If my brain explodes, I want pieces of it to be sold on Ebay. The rest of me should be fed to starving cannibals. I want to start a campaign to save them. No one cares about the poor, starving cannibals in other countries. It's a tragedy.
   I haven't had any free time, and for some reason blogging isn't considered a priority to my family. I don't understand that at all. I've been working and doing school in the morning and have had somewhere to go the rest of my day.
    I just learned I'll be losing my job at the end of may,so I need to concentrating on finding a new one. Maybe I can find an ostrich farm to work on.
 Imagine being one of those people who own llama farms.
 "What do you do?"
 "I have a llama farm."
"No, seriously."
 "Really! I do!"
 "Oh...so you don't have a job."
"I do! I RAISE LLAMAS!"
"Narcotics,eh? Maybe I should call the cops."
*Shudder*
   Anyways! That's all of my excuses. Do you forgive me?