So it's midnight and a half...

on a Saturday night.  Or a Sunday morning I suppose if you want to look at lyfe that way.  Actually, now that I think about it, it's not a Saturday night or a Sunday morning for that matter.  It's definitely a Friday night/Saturday morning.  My conception of time has been completely& utterly thrown off for easily the past 1.25 weeks.  No remotely sane sleep schedule because of all the crazy shenanigans I've been pulling throughout my school's finals week, clearly.  Just a festival of shenaniganza.  Late nights and impromptu naps left y right, crazy shiz niz one might say.  Just might.  I have nothing to say here really except for WELCOME TO MY BLOG! Maybe if I keep this puppy up and running for a year then this could be ceremonious event even, not just a random date (June 11th but technically 12th) with only half an identity that only residents of my high school would dub as second day of Summer '10.  How adventurous.  But really, I haven't decided what my blog will be like.  I have nothing interesting going on besides the fact that I don't have to attend for approximately two and a half months that dreaded thing some refer to as escuela, others (me) hell.  Quizas I will write about quirky things that spark my interest without sounding completely pretentious (which is, in my opinion, a pretentious word. I'm doing it again I think.  I would just not capitalize things in these posts but as an officially self-proclaimed blogger I feel obligated.  I'm directly writing on this post and not even using ol' faithful MS Word 2007.  Not even.  Vatever, I digress.  I bet no one will ever even read this besides ze trusty cousins and potentially sis [that could apply to numerous people, it's up for interpretation] cause I'd be too embarazada  embarrassed (Gotcha! MUAHAHAHA. Yeah I knew that embarazada meant pregnant fools.  Just trying to add a little humor to your day.  Your being this anonymous space of nothingness and will probably never be targeted to more than a quarter of a person at a time.  Why am I still in this parenthesised section?  Needs to stop.  What was I even saying? Why do you even care to read this far in the game? I must either be peering over your shoulder or you support me as a human.  Again, digressing from when I realized I digressed.  !! I recall now. [And may have looked up a few lines to check what I was saying].  But yes, the pretentiousness o' me words.  I'll try not to, but it's no promise I can make. To said anonymous non-existent person.  Because I hate when people try to do that/do do that [teheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeee. doo doo. I feel like Chelsea Handler, who I will probably blog about next since I have no life and this post is getting a little long.  And frankly no one likes a long blog post without a picture or a jump and I feel as though i'm too late in the game now to jump it without feeling obligated to add a picture.  But of what?  Yeah, I don't know either.  That's why I'm continuing to type.  And I decided I will leave the parenthesed area...now.)  Technically I feel as though that was grammatically incorrect to just leave it off like that but I couldn't just keep staying in there forever! I know I would forget.  But yes, get a taste of my personality and tell me what's up, yo.  Annoying pseudo-intellectual blogger? Or strikingly attractive girl behind computer screen with poor vision?

Your toice, bitches.
did you like what i did there? made it kinda funny but in courier (not new, just courier. thank ze lord) which made it serious which made it semi-ironic which made it funnier? and now I just ruined the joke by adding this tidbit? Yeah, thought so.