Well, well, well. What have we here?

*sigh* I am so unbelivebly happy right now. I cannot possibly imagine anyone on Earth being happier than me at this moment. Oh God, that's depressing. Oops. Suddenly my spirit is crushed. But not really. Yeah. But kind of. Oh well. About the title of the post. I have no freakin' clue what it means. So don't stay up all night worrying about that. Now, on to actual writing and not mindless blabber. First off, once again, I must feed to you the endless chain of excueses for my resistence to updating this blog. Well, the reason is, I hate you all! Miserable little humans! Mwa-ha-ha! *skin rips off and insides mold into a giant sword wielding incect-like creature from Pluto* Sorry about that, that is happening more and more often nowadays. No really, I have not posted because of one word: Computer Trouble. Oh crap, that's two words. I AM MUD! Whoa. Sorry about that. If it seems like I have a very limited train of thought tonight, it's becase HEY!!! DID YOU REALIZE THAT MOOSES IS NOT A WORD? I MEAN, WHY ISN'T, WHAT WITH, oh right, train of thought. You know what, forget it, I won't be able to stay focused on it long enought to explain it. But yeah, computer busted. Bad. Busted Bad. Computer. Uh-huh. Yep. Tha's right! You know what? Forget the excuse also. It is taking to long. Now, going back to my un-snuffable feeling of joy and contentment. It is because: wait a minute. I can't post that online. On NATIONAL INTERNET! Well, technicly I could. It is a rather commen thing and it's nothing BAD or anything. Actually something very good, thus the act of defacating joy into the toilet that is my life. But if the wrong person found out about it, like my enemies, they could...wait, forget enemies, replace enemies with parents. Yeah. But no it's nothing BAD just...don't tell. Which you can't because I'm not telling you what to tell. Making me the all powerful holder of my own secrets. Wow, does that sound stupid. Oh no, here comes my Dad. Oh, wait,false alarm. You'll probably be able to guess it anyway, if you really think about it. Wait. What am I doing. I am wighting down every single thing that comes into my head. Hope I didn't bore you. Everything in my head. Everything. Monkey eating chicken. What the... okay, stop. Not you, me. Wait, I didn't have to write that. Okay that's it. No more posts until I get this under control! Dumbldore making out with a duck! oops, sorry.