Africa? What Africa?

Yes, kids, that's right! There is no such thing as Africa. You have been fooled! Duped! Gerrymandered! It's okay to weep openly. But don't feel bad for "Africa" for "Africa" can not feel bad for you.

People will say, "But wait, I've been to "Africa", how can you say it isn't real?"

Were you there? Really?

No you weren't. While you were flying, were you keeping track of where you were flying? For all you know, you were in Nevada. Or Texas. Or Berlin. But not "Africa".

Google's trying to brainwash you also. As long as you're fooled, they make money. That's why "Africa" is "on" Google Earth.

I'll let that soak in.

Consider yourself unwashed.



You're Welcome,

MD

I'm sorry, were you breathing?

Yes, I was, but I just wasn't posting. Sorry. I don't have a long post for you this time, but I do have an interesting thought.

Why is the Resturant called Carls Jr.?

What happened to Carls Sr.?

What do you think is in their hamburgers?

'nuff said


MD
Individual Extrodinare

Welcome to Summer (Sorta)

Well, it's almost summer. That's the worst. I'm in the last week of school, I can see summer, practically tasting it, and I don't get it. Plus, there is a week of finals to get through. It's like being in a desert for a year with no water, and then you see a big, blue lake of cool water, but you have to walk though a mine field to get to it. Do you make it? Doubtful. Possible, but doubtful.

Oh well.

At least you can see the water and fantasize about it before you die. Yeah, I know, I'm a positive person. At least I don't have all the worries my friend at However Fleeting has.

http://howeverfleeting.blogspot.com

Until next time kids!

MD

THE WAR IS OVER

And to those who care, the Republic of Fred won. (plus my ally, but I don't have the rights to print the name of the allied country without getting sued. So I won't mention the name.) It is a glorious day. But none of you care/understand. I label you, "uncarers/ununderstanders."
Those who are loyal to the Republic of Fred may now do a celebratory jig.

I am also working on my computer and it's frustrating. (dumb cheap motherboards...) But I won't go into any further details because its,

A. Long

B.Boring

C.Technical

L.I don't want to

I hope you had a wonderful February. I did. This reminds me, if any of you have interesting blogs, feel free to leave the address as a comment. I'm sure that my other readers and me would love to read them. Oh, and leave comments. It lets me know you are actually reading this.

Skipping D,E,F,G,H, and I,

MD

Insulting!

Hello my faithful blogites! I wanted to share with you my recent find of Dilbert. Dilbert, for those of you who don't know, is a comic strip about life in a cubicle. I was recently reading a strip focusing on Dogbert. Dogbert is awesome because he cons people out of their money, makes fun of people, but in the end he saves Dilbert, who often needs saving. He is a fan of coning people, and insulting people, thus, he is a consultant.

I have also started an inter-grade war between two Sophomores. My country is the Republic of Fred. It supremly crushes all in it's path. I'm not saying that just becase I am the "elected" President either! A treaty was just signed with one of our foes to beat the other foe. Tommorrow will be an interesting day...

Writing to no one,
MD

Fingers...Cramping...

Ever type too much, and then your fingers hurt? Me too, (unless you said no, then I feel quite awkward right now...)

Once again The Paper isn't showing up. I think it's ditching me. One would have to have a pathetic life to be ditched by a paper. Anyway, I thought I would share more about me.

I have a mom, dad, and one brother. (I could get into more stuff about him, but I won't. But I will say that he is definitely one of my heroes.)

Now that I think about it, I have a real boring life and writing it all down for you to read would be very boring for the both of us. But, I guess I could run over some of the more general stuff with you. I promise to spice it up with some pizazz!

I was born in beautiful Honolulu, Hawaii (yes, really!) and moved all over the country from there. (Yes, really!) From Virgina (and the Pentagon) to Alaska, to dusty Colorado, twice. Moving stinks. Bad. Imagine a skunk and something else smelly getting together and having a baby. That baby eats a pine cone and makes an awful smell. That is the stink of moving. This brings me into my next category. Randomness. Something some of you, and everyone whose met me has picked up on. I enjoy being random. Almost as much as I like arguing. (Don't worry, I use my powers for good.)

Now, it's ten o'clock, and I'm tired.

To be continued...

MD

Joyous Hangover Day to all the Faithful Readers out there!

Sorry.

Again.

I've fallen behind again. If you had the memory span of a pea, you would forget your blog too. Plus, I was busy with Christmas stuff and family coming, so there! You may been griping at me for not writing, but what about you? were you faithfully checking every day to see if I had gotten off my lazy butt and written these? HMMMMMM?

Now we are even.

This is the part of the show where I amaze you with an amazing fact, doodad, or I challenge common knowledge. For that, I have a handy dandy Paper that tells me what to write down. Well, The Paper has gone missing. So I will scrape the bottom of the crusty shriveled up old pea I occasionally call my mind.

Cleveland is, to this day spelled incorrectly. The town was named after William Cleaveland, and was appropriately named, Cleaveland. But, it was shortened to Cleveland, because it fit on the masthead of a newspaper better than the ten lettered, Cleaveland.

Now, I am tired of typing Cleveland.

Exhaustedly yours,

MD

P.S. I almost forgot to explain Hangover Day to you. Many of the holidays that we celebrate I find to be COMPLETELY USELESS! Thanksgiving, and New Years are two examples.

THANKSGIVING:

Yeah, I know. It's about the Pilgrims. The Indians helped them, blah, blah blah. We should be thankful to God EVERYday. Not just on one day where people feel pressured to be thankful.

NEW YEARS:

So what? It's just another year. Just another day. Nothing to celebrate at all! If we have to celebrate it, we might as well call it by what happens on the day. Thus, Hangover Day. All those New Years Eve parties can really take a toll on your head.