How Did I Get Here?

The hell?

It's been forever since I updated this thing. Truly, it has. To be totally honest, I pretty much, more or less, forgot about me even having a blog. Then I decided to delete it instead of trying to maintain it. Vintage laziness! Then, I randomly decided a few days ago, that I was going to restore it, because the good folks at Blogger.com *asskissing over* give you that option for an amount of time after you delete your blog. Well, I restored it. And here it is. So, I haven't really got anything to blog about, still (some things never change), but I decided to restore this blog basically to whine and complain some more, and maybe give some observations of life along the way. Essentially, this blog will serve as my brain-dump, where I'll take all the crap that's on my mind and "dump" it into this convenient webpage. Sounds great, right? As I said, some things never change. I'll probably be blogging a bit more often, seeing as how my blog was deleted for the last, say, month and a half, so not a whole lot of blogging was happening then. But yeah, I'll blog some more, promise.

Be back later.

Peace and whatever.

Baby's First Vlog.

So, I decided to take my blogging to the video realm. My friend suggested I attempt to do so, and I went "well, why not?" So, here's the result of said video experiment. Roughly 9 minutes of me rambling and ranting about whatever comes to mind. Enjoy it.

My Little Dream, Working The Machine.

Empire Ants by Gorillaz. Such an amazing song. That's where this blog's title comes from, my dear Watson. <- Sherlock Holmes reference. You need a mop? You know, to clean your mind up from where it just got BLOWN!?!?!?! Eh, screw it. Nevermind. Bad joke. We shall move on.

Anyways, in today's blog, we're going to talk about me getting out of the house. Haha. Long story short, I have this weekend off work, so what I'd like to do, since I'm recovered from my surgery and all and have no work and all my homework done, is to get out of the house. I honestly don't care what I go do, but I want to hang out with people. Preferably people I like. Well, not saying that I hate certain people. Because.........eh, nevermind. You know what I mean. But yeah, my plan is to find something to do this weekend. That's the goal. Hopefully all goes well.

Wish me luck.

Yep, that's all for now. It's hard to find stuff to do when I'm on my computer all day. ;) I'm out. I may be back later. It's hard to say. Alligator. Now I'll go away.

Unintentionally rhyming FTW!

Peace and love.

That Girl Is Like A Sunburn.

The title is by.......you know what? No. I'm not going to say that. Because I already have numerous times and I do it essentially every frickin' time I blog. So, you know what? No. Google it. Alright, fine. It's Never Let You Go, by Third Eye Blind. There. I do love me some Third Eye Blind.

Ok, first off, I really hope this blog doesn't come off as depressing and such, because it truly isn't supposed to. And I'll attempt to be as vague as possible, in a good way I mean. Well, not in a good way, but most who know me will know what I'm talking about. But, anywho, onto the blog:

Have you ever done something and felt, well, for lack of a better term, utterly helpless? Ok, yeah, really sappy sounding. Horrible choice of words. Haha. What I mean is, like, for example, let's say you play basketball. You're just shooting around, trying to get the ball in the basket. Sometimes you make some really impressive shots, which in turn makes you really pumped and, well, obviously happy. But then, other times, you have those days where it feels as though you can't hit anything whatsoever. Then you get super bummed and your confidence feels as though it's depleting to the point of stable glue (that's a Raconteurs lyric. Well, kinda. ;D). Well, I kinda have this problem with my work. Well, nothing against my work or anything, it's moreso against me. I'm maddeningly inconsistant, essentially, when it comes to doing my job. Some nights, I do fairly well and then other nights, I totally screw everything up and it all goes to hell. And the worst part is, that I have absolutely no idea how to become more consistent.

I've paid attention to what I did on the days in which I did really well and got out of work in a somewhat reasonable amount of time, and then I tried to repeat it in other days, but for whatever reason, it doesn't work. And it bums me out, because when I do terribly, I know it makes my co-workers upset, because obviously they don't want to stay waiting for me to finish my work. Who would, really? But, I'm just lost, I guess. I know that some nights that we'll have good nights and bad nights when it comes to work, but it'd be good to at least make the bad nights more rare, instead of having them on equal ground as my good nights. Alas, I guess there isn't much I can do except keep working and doing my best to get us out of there as quickly as possible.

Alright, well, that blog was rather depressing. And rant-y. If that's a word. As I said, I hate ending these things on a depressing note, so here's a song. It's the Third Eye Blind song I mentioned earlier in my opening paragraph of my blog. Never Let You Go. Here it is.



Later.

I Don't Know Why I'm So Tongue-Tied.

Bonjourno. I think I spelled that right. If not, whatever. Anyways, I changed the name of this blog, again, in case you haven't noticed. I've decided to call it The Griffin's Nest. Why, you ask? Well, I have a Twitter account, which you might've known already if you looked over at the side of this blog's homepage because my Twitter feed, so to speak, is there. Anyways, my name on Twitter is goldengriffin90. To be absolutely honest with you, this has no meaning whatsoever. I didn't go to Canisius College (who's mascot is the Golden Griffin). It's not a lame nickname I had growing up. It's just something random I thought of and it sounded cool, hence why it's my Twitter username. The "90" in goldengriffin90, has significance, though. I was born in 1990. So there. I'm getting off track. As usual. Anyways, back to the point. I decided to change the name because I thought my old title was kinda lame, and my first title (Tales of Misfortune, anyone?) sounded incredibly depressing, and sure, I may have a few blogs that aren't happy sounding, but this blog isn't a frickin' funeral dirge. So, in that sense, I think this new name is a pretty solid name. Sure, it probably seemingly makes no sense whatsoever to most, even after my explanation, but it sounds cool.

Right?

Right.

Here's a link to a picture of a golden griffin. Yes, the link has it spelled "griffon", but trust me, they're wrong. Here it is: http://butterflyeater.com/Golden_Griffon_by_Kipestshin.jpg

More debauchery to come later. Promise.

Later! :D

-Creech.

Myxomatosis.

Hi there! You've come back for yet another enthralling journey on the blog train, I see. Well, strap yourself in, get some of your favorite drinks or snacks, and mellow out, man. Or woman. I'm not sure what demographic this blog caters to. Or what demographic mainly reads my blog. But anyways, haven't blogged for a bit. You know the drill. Me bored. You equally as much. I ramble about how things are going for me, you read it, possibly comment, and the world keeps spinning around. Or the sun keeps spinning around and the Earth just stands still, if you believe in the geocentric model of the solar systems. I'm talking to you, Aristotle. Oooh, look at me. Throwing a bunch of planetary knowledge atcha. Don't know WHAT to do. Anyways, enough solar system facts.

So, the college year is winding down. Excited about that for sure. I've got two finals to do. Science and Psychology. Well, technically, it's PHYSICAL Science and INTRODUCTION TO Psychology, but it's whatev, y'know? I'm kinda worried about the Science final, because we DIDN'T GET A STUDY GUIDE. I repeat, we DIDN'T GET A STUDY GUIDE. Gee, thanks Science teacher. I mean, he told us what was going to be on the test, but it spans like, 10 chapters worth of terms and multiple choice questions and problems, so it would've been nice to get a study guide. But it's whatever. I've done well on all the other tests, so hopefully I can continue with the final as well. Or at least if I fail, then I've got my other tests to override the crappy final. Rock on.

And I've pretty much ran out of things to talk about. Things are going well. I hope it continues. But I'm out for now. Happy May Day. :)

-Creech.

Everyone Gather, Warm Your Soul.

Does my blog title sound inviting? Good, as it should be. Welcome, readers. So, again, it's late and I don't have much to blog about really, but I feel obligated to do so by a nonexistant contract me and this blog have, so here's my blog for the day.

As most people who know me know, I have a horrible problem with worrying. I wouldn't say necessarily it's a mental disorder and it isn't interfering with my life or anything to that extreme, but I am really bad about worrying and things like that, as numerous people have told me. So, after this revelation, I have decided to stop worrying. Probably ridiculous, consider it's impossible to not at least somewhat worry, but sometimes it's just unnecessary. And that's why I'm putting a stop to it. It may take a bit though, unfortunately, because it's been in my nature for so long, but I'm trying not to worry as much and it seems as though things are going much better, therefore I'm continuing. It's good to continue doing things that have results. Boom. Anyways, we'll see how it goes, I 'spose.

Anyways, um...........wow. That blog turned out shorter than I thought it would. Snap. I'm not really sure what to put to fill more space.....

LKFLJDLSDFJLEWIEWTJHWELKLJGJKLEJOIEIOWGJLDSJKI

There.

I'm out for now.

Peace and love.

-Creech.

It's Like A Tree Growin' Outta Ya Body!

I'm back. Either get pumped or cower in fear. Bitches. Sorry, that was unnecessary. My language is rather offensive. Anyways, this is my first blog in awhile, so I shall again ramble to my heart's content and see where that takes me. Hopefully somewhere awesome and obscure, like Montana. Or South Dakota. Those would be cool places. Or maybe I'll just build some property in Pompeii. Dig up some of the ashes and just plant a modular home on it. That'd be cool too. Or maybe I'll just live in a big city, but in an apartment. Like on Seinfeld. Or Friends. Or Flight of the Conchords. If they can do it, why not me, eh?

Anyways, I just recently got my internet back after not having any for a week. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I'm just stating a simple fact. Jeesh. Back off. Ok, totally kiddin'. Haha. But yeah, not having any internet for a week after being so accustomed to having it is rather difficult. Especially seeing as how the internet is my main medium for communicating with people. So, in a sense, when my internet goes away, I go into an unwanted period of exile. Well, sort of. I do still have my cellphone, so it's not really exile, but I thought it was a cool comparison.

I've recently gotten into a new song by a band by the name of Pavement. It's called Cut Your Hair. I might be out of the loop on this song/band, but I just discovered it a week ago, and it's the perfect song for aimlessly driving around the town, as I did yesterday. Here it is for your listening pleasure:



I feel that the chorus is probably the catchiest thing ever, but maybe that's just me. It gets stuck in my head rather easily.

Speaking of things that got stuck in my head rather easily, I was watching Late Night with Jimmy Fallon Monday night, and saw the most joyfully ridiculous thing. Plus the song got stuck in my head easily. As most people who know me know, I love Late Night with Jimmy Fallon because of how frequently ridiculous it is, but this for some reason made me lose it from laughter. Here it is:



Awesome, right? I had the "tree growing out of your body" part in my head all day the next day. And still do today, actually. So unbelieveably awesome. Thank you, Fallon.

Well, I'm out of things to say in this blog, so I'll depart for now. Lata! :D

-Creech.

I've Been To Paris, Wellington, and Amsterdam.

Snap, I am so freakin' bored right now. And there's a person in front of my house driving a lawnmower on the street. Not that that's a major detail, but I just felt like sharing that because I thought it was random. But anyways, hello there. I'm just doing another one of those blogs where I ramble on and on about essentially nothing because I'm bored. Exciting? Not in the slightest. Important? Possibly. Probably not. But anyways, moving right along...

I'm currently listening to the Pixies. Or is it just Pixies? Without "the"? That always confused me. I feel like I'm not calling them by the proper name and all the "hardcore" fans will be like "omg aaron ur such a dumass" or whatever solely for the fact that I added an article to the beginning of their name. The same goes for the Smashing Pumpkins. Is it the Smashing Pumpkins or Smashing Pumpkins? And numerous other bands, I'm sure. This is really going to bother me today.

Anybody been watching American Idol lately? Yeah, it kinda sucks this season. A lot of the singers aren't insanely great. Sure, they're all pretty good, but nobody is a standout like previous seasons. Which is stupid. Then again, my favorite guy and girl got eliminated before the final 10, so what do I know about Idol? Another fun thing about Idol is a guy by the name of Tim Urban. He's actually a fairly decent singer, but the majority of people think he's horrible. I support him because of this fact. Because he does ridiculous things, too. Like what he does at 1:55 of this performance:



Yeah, ridiculous. But awesome at the same time. Sometimes it just seems like he doesn't care, which I admire. It's awesome that someone can just be on the biggest reality show on TV and just not care how he does. So, for that, Tim Urban, we salute you.

Anyways, I've ran out of things to say. So I'm ending this blog for now. Catch you laters. :D

-Creech.

Walkin' 'Round Like You're Pretty Boy Floyd.

Hi. This is another one of those blogs in which I constantly ramble about absolutely nothing whatsoever. It'll be fun. Like an adventure. Except we aren't necessarily going anywhere, so I guess it isn't technically an adventure, but if you close your eyes............screw it. It's not an adventure at all. Haha. But whatevs. I'm going to ramble.

So, probably not a big deal to anybody but me, but my family is getting another car today. Super pumped on that. Why, you ask? Well, long story short, ever since I've gotten my license, my family and I have been sharing our vehicle, a 1996 Chevy Blazer. Nice car. Well, not nice compared to, say, a Lamborghini, but it runs and has a radio.

Damn it.

Anyways, we received a substantial tax check, so my mom has decided to purchase a BRAND NEW CAR! A Dodge Neon, to be precise. And the significance of this to me is this: I get my own car. Before, I had to plan around whether my parents needed to use the car or not, but not anymore. I can essentially go wherever I want whenever I want now. Well, as long as I'm not working or going to school, obviously. And as long as I've got the gas to do so. But besides that, I'm good. And I'm super ecstatic about this because lately I've been wanting to get out of the house more often than I have, which if you've read my blogs, you likely knew, but now I can, and frankly, it's very exciting.

Anyways, enough about that. I should ramble more, but I can't think of anything.

Hmmm..........

Nope, nothing. My mind = bagel. Just nothing else. Felt like getting that off of my chest, I suppose.

B bak l8r

-Creech.

We Always Were So Free.

So, this song is pretty much one of my favorite Smashing Pumpkins songs of all time, and that's saying a lot considering they're my favorite band of all time, and I like pretty much every song they've made. And the fact this this is off of my favorite Pumpkins album, Adore, helps as well. But this song is.........I don't even know how to describe it. It's such good. Yes, I know that's grammatically incorrect, but I don't give a damn. :P Anyways, here is the song:



Oh, and did I mention the lyrics are phenomenal?

I know we're just like old friends
we just can't pretend
that lovers make amends
we are reasons so unreal
we can't help but feel that something has been lost

but please you know you're just like me
next time I promise we'll be
perfect
perfect
perfect strangers down the line
lovers out of time
memories unwind

so far I still know who you are
but now I wonder who I was...

angel, you know it's not the end
we'll always be good friends
the letters have been sent on

so please, you always were so free
you'll see, I promise we'll be
perfect
perfect strangers when we meet
strangers on the street
lovers while we sleep

perfect
you know this has to be
we always we're so free
we promised that we'd be
perfect

She's Lost Control Again.

Good day to you! So, today's blog is going to be happy for a change. Shocking, right. Though the title of today's blog is from a Joy Division song, which is probably one of the most depressing blog. Today's blog is FULL OF IRONY!! WHAT A TWIST!!!

*ahem*

Anyways, lately, I've been watching the show Undercover Boss. Basically, the premise of the show is this: a CEO of the company goes "undercover", so to speak, into the company they work for, and they try to see what the job is like, and then change things about the company accordingly. But, if you've ever seen commercials for this show, they always make a really crappy pun or play on words about the career and how it's not like they thought it would be. Here's an example: "the CEO of White Castle goes undercover, and finds that working in fast food is more than burgers than fries" or something along the lines of that. Well, I've been trying to think of some of my own terrible puns, hoping maybe CBS will use them for the next season of the show. If it makes it to a second season, I mean. It's not a very good show. But anyways, here's one I thought of:

The CEO of Lays goes undercover to find that the job isn't all that and a bag of chips.

Sound good?

I'll be waiting, America's Most Watched Network.

-Creech.

There Was Nothing To Fear And Nothing To Doubt.

I like Radiohead. I like their music. I like their vocals. I like their drummer. So, pretty much, they're fantastic. One of my current favorites, actually. They're so strange and such an inventive band, that I can't find a reason not to like them. I like a lot of their songs, but my favorite song by them is the incredibly vaguely titled Pyramid Song. No, it's not about a pyramid. Though it is a song. And a damn good one at that. It's such an odd song because it doesn't even sound like it has a time signature (for us music buffs here ;D). It starts out as this depressing and creepy piano ballad, and then once the drums come in.....well, it's still a depressing, creepy piano ballad, but with really jazzy drums. Plus it has a super weird and interesting video. Basically, according to Wikipedia, it's about this guy who's the only survivor of some catastrophic event that's caused his house and city to be submerged entirely in water. And.....well, I'll just let you watch it.

Oh, and the lyrics are absolutely amazing. Even though they're rather simple.

Here it is.

Boom.

Or not. Apparently, I can't find the legit video for the song on Youtube. :/ Still a great song regardless.



-Creech.

Kid A, Kid A.

I probably could've thrown this in with my last blog, but I figured I would split it up into two different blogs. Alright? Alright! So, last night, as I said, I went and hung out with friends, which I greatly enjoyed. You knew that. Anyways, after I hung out for a while, I debated on heading home, considering it was about 2 in the morning and all. Well, I decided to drive around for a bit, and it was a pretty surreal thing to do, not going to lie. I don't know what it is. I guess it's the feeling of freedom and being able to drive and how there's nobody around except for you and the road. I can't precisely explain it. It's a great stress reliever, actually. Which I suppose doesn't really seem to make sense, considering it's just me driving around at night in a small town, but regardless, it's definitely a tremendous feeling, and I would completely be up for doing it again. It's just not comparable to driving around a bigger city like.........New York City? Yeah, it's a big city. I wasn't doubting it was, I just wanted to think of a better example. Oh well.

Plus I was driving home to We Will Rock You and We Are The Champions, so that probably helped the whole "epicness" of what occured.

Anyways, I just felt like sharing that. Bye for now!

-Creech.

There Are Two Colors In My Head.

So, these last couple of days, I've been doing something that I haven't really done in a while: hung out with friends. Which sounds horrible but I really don't get to do it incredibly often due to working and school. These last few days have been great, actually. I've hung out with people that I haven't hung with in an extended period of time, and even though we didn't really do anything super exciting, I still had an absolute blast. It's weird to think about, but sometimes just sitting around and talking about nothing with friends is more fun than actually going and doing an activity of some sort, in all honesty.

Lately, I've been kinda down and have been swamped with school and working and things of that nature, so I've been grateful to get out of the house and go out and do something, you know? It's a really freeing feeling to be out doing things I love to do and hanging out with people I love to hang out with. I look forward to hanging with more people in the future.

I really need to get out more. ;)

Latas on the menjay.

-Creech.

I'm Never Speaking Up Again.

This song that I'm about to post, I can completely relate to. Well, not entirely, but somewhat. Wow, I'm not making sense. Well, anyways, this song is pretty much about how sometimes, we all say things that get us in trouble, pretty much. Whether we say something to make somebody angry, sad, confused, or anything of that nature, or we say something that we don't mean, we've all been in situations like this. Everyone's probably also been on the recieving end of this situation as well, being the person who's been told something that's hurt them. But, I guess, I don't know.

Personally, that's what makes us all human. We all make mistakes, and as long as the mistake isn't absolutely horrible or unforgivable, then as far as I'm concerned, they deserve to be forgiven for what they've done. Sure, at the time, it probably pissed you off at the time, but if the person feels badly about it and they didn't like, kill your dog or something, then forgive them, damn it. There've been so many situations where I've seen friendships torn apart and nearly ended because of just......ridiculous arguments and things of that nature. It just frustrates me that us, the most imperfect species probably on this planet, are unwilling to forgive people for petty things.

I know that I'm not perfect, and I'll be the first person to say that I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I probably say and do things that piss people off or annoy them, but as the song says "I just wanna be liked, just wanna be funny, I guess the joke's on me."

Anyways, enough ranting and venting. Enjoy the song:



-Creech.

New Stuff!

Hi there! So, in case you haven't noticed, I've made some changes to my blog. The first you may have noticed is the title. It's no longer "Tales of Misfortune". I thought that sounded kinda upsetting, even though it isn't meant to be in any way. It's actually the name of this fictional soap opera parody I made up a couple of years ago, and I thought it was funny. Well, I changed the title to "My Head Is A Box Full of Nothing," a lyric from the song Catch My Disease by Ben Lee. You probably knew that, but I need to fill space in this blog, damn it. *wink*

Anyways, amongst the numerous changes, I've changed the font to a font known as Georgia. Whether it's related to the state or the African country, I do not know, but I do know that it is an absolutely badass looking font. Wouldn't you agree? Also, I've made a few other subtle changes, such as the colors of the background and whatnot. I was trying to make this blog look a bit more interesting and quite frankly, I got sick of looking at my old blog's setup, so I figured "why not switch it up?" Alas, this is the result of that switching up experiment.

Hope you enjoy it.

-Creech.

Fill The Blanks As You Go.

Hey! What do you know? I'm posting another blog this evening. Why, you ask? Because I don't want to go to bed as of yet and I'm thinking about various things that are on my mind. Crazy, right? Oh well.

So, lately, in getting back into this whole "blogging mode," I've been thinking of a rather crazy idea: what if I were to write a book? I mean, numerous people have written books over the years. Why not throw my hat in the ring (I don't think this expression makes any sense. :/) and try it as well? I've been told it would be a perfect medium for me to express myself. And personally, I think it'd be fun, actually. Obviously, if you've read my blog, I have A LOT to say. I repeat, A LOT to say.

(Note: I think this is the first time I've used bold and italics in my blog. Go me!)

So, naturally, a book would be a good choice for me. I guess where I think I would have trouble is this: how would I get it to make sense? Sure, I'm not trying to write the next The Notebook or Time Traveler's Wife or anything of that nature, but I'd like to write a book in a way that at least isn't just a combination of a lot of random information. Maybe a bunch of observations and philosophies on my life and whatnot would suffice. So, it'd pretty much be like this blog, but in book form.

Sound good?

Cool.

So, maybe one day this book will actually materialize and come out. I've talked about it with my good friend Drew, so anything is possible. Someday, I think it will come out.

Then again, maybe I'll just stick to blogging. *wink*

L8r, h8rs. :P

-Creech.

I Hope You Don't Mind If I Go Out Speaking The King's.

Howdy. So, I'm incredibly bored, and it's late, so I'm blogging. No, it's not a quarter after one. I'm not drunk, and contrary to what Lady Antebellum says, I don't need you know. That song annoys me. I don't need you, Lady Antebellum. Alas, I digress. I don't really know what to blog about, honestly. This tends to be a common problem with me. Oh well.

Lately, I've been doing a lot of thinking. *alert* I've realized that I have only loved two girls in my life, both of them completely different from one another. One, whom I met a little over a year ago and am super close with, has everything in common with me seemingly, and the other, whom I met 4 years ago and am still good friends with, has almost nothing in common with me. Yet, somehow, I think both of them are amazing. I just thought to myself "how could I fall for two girls that are completely different for one another?" and then it hit me: this love thing is actually real. And people who say it isn't are complete morons and should be stabbed in the face with a pitchfork. Maybe not that, but it's stupid if you don't believe in love. To each their own, I guess.

Love is a concept that numerous people have tried to explain with limited success or absolute success, depending on who you ask. I can't even describe it, to be completely honest with you. It's strange, because I've hung out with numerous girls and I've dated numerous girls, all of which are great in their own ways, don't get me wrong, but I've never felt a connection like the one I felt with these two girls 4 years ago and one year ago respectably. I guess love is just one of those things that just.........happens, you know? It's funny to think about. On one side, we have relationships that last for minutes, and then on the other, we hear about couples celebrating their 50th and 60th anniversaries. How does love work?

Bottom line is this: love just exists. Trying to argue otherwise is futile and you're essentially debasing the idea that two people can be in love for such a period of time. I can only hope that I can be the person celebrating his 60th anniversary, looking my love in her eyes, and saying "I love you", and still, after so much time has passed, meaning it as much as I did the moment I first saw her.

That's just love, man.

I'm out.

-Creech.

If Your Art Life Is Gritty, You'll Be Toasting My Health.

I actually started on this blog this afternoon, but I never typed anything into it. So I guess I never technically started on it, but........whatever. I'm going with it anyways, because I've got three lines typed already and it looks nice, but by the time the person reads through all of this they will realize that they've wasted a substantial amount of time reading about next to nothing. And now I've gotten them hook, line, and sinker. You might as well keep reading. You're already in. Can't go back now. I promise it'll get more interesting. As soon as I find something noteworthy to talk about.

I have my iPod on shuffle currently, and the most random song just played: Moonlight Sonata. Yeah, by Beethoven. Well, I don't think it's *actually* Beethoven playing on the track. I think he was dead by the time recording equipment was created, but who knows? I could be wrong. Maybe it's a live recording. Well, regardless of whether it's actually Beethoven or not, it's still a solid song. Good stuff, definitely. Classical composers FTW!

Today was an interesting day. I've been in a good mood for the majority of the day, which is shocking for me because something usually comes around and ruins it partially. But today has been good. I did have class tonight, which was a minor setback, but it went fairly well. I had a test tonight in my Computer class, and I'm pretty sure I did really well. Though I forgot a bunch of the parts of the Microsoft Word window, which HE WENT OVER BEFORE CLASS. Oh well, no worries. That was only 10 points of the 40, so it's all good. Still think I did solid.

So, for now, I'm going to end this blog. I just wanted to improvise and attempt to come up with a decent blog today, and it looks like I did a solid job. 10 points for me.

+10

-Creech.