So here we are. Three years since the founding of this dinky little page. Lots of things have changed over these three years. I've grown to like some people, I've grown to hate some. I've lost old habits and gained new habits. My taste in various things and outlook on life have expanded much. But my sister is still dumb.
And some of my neighbors still belong in the manure section.
But there's some weird nostalgia that goes with this. I feel like this blog isn't much of what it used to be. And there was just that "good old times" vibe when I think back to the summer days of 2010 and 2011, the prime activity of this blog. Those vibes include the feelings of:
When I actually hated everyone much more than I do now
Having the house to myself very frequently for extended amounts of time as opposed to now
Having more time to work on this blog
Playing Frontierville and Farmville and those other silly Facebook games
Dozens of 100 degree days
Summer thunderstorms
Building forts outside my house
Actually interacting and having fun with the neighbors I like (Much interaction has been severed.)
Going swimming every other day until 8 PM
My two old Windows XP computers
Making stupid Youtube Poops all day
Watching endless hours of Phineas and Ferb with my sister
And not having to worry so much about college as I do now.
Much of these things are of the past now. Of course, maybe you don't feel the same nostalgia I do when I think of these things, but they are significant to me because the represent my best summers ever.
I'll still try to post at least once a year.
Anyways moving on. If there was a party for this anniversary, this is how I would picture it...
Me, my sister, and all my friends in a giant room.
Everyone is just floating around singing, defying physics and gravity.
They are also flying around constantly farting.
There's a random old man in a grape costume running in a circle HOWLING LOUDLY nonstop, never taking a breath or break.
Random balloons and rabbits are everywhere.
There's a ten foot tall pile of pink poop in a corner.
There is a raccoon skittering about going REEEEH REEEEEH and occasionally teleporting.
And there is a magic bag that rumbles and pops out food ten times the size of the bag every few seconds.
Then finally, a trio of black guys crashes through the ceiling delivering a cake while "Hallelujah" plays VERY LOUDLY from no clear source.
And the cake looks like this:
No I'm not okay. Peace out.
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