What's the point of life if Risk is just a board game?

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Seriously. It's almost 60 effing degrees outside. What the hell is that about? ANYWAYYYY... I am excited about mah Saturday night :D
I can't say why though.

Okay, really? Who the hell bothers reading this? I mean, I know Hareth will pop on in and skim whatever I spew because he's Hareth and he doesn't even have to think about it, thanks to his skillz. He'll be like, SSHing some crap ("I'm trying to make it purple!" I mean, really, what else is there to do at this point, dude? hahaha)and his computer will be like, "BING! Your sister just posted all of this crap on her blog! Feel free to skim... keep skimming.. okay! Done!" And he'll go back to purplizing. Yes, purplizing.
Um, anyway..
I dropped out of school.. for those of you who were wondering.
Cow Pie High was not conducive to my rapidly deteriorating state of mental health.
So I homeschool myself now. Yeah. I didn't think I wasn't socially retarded enough to begin with. I took care of that though. Now I spend all of my time at home! With my mom!
Who actually tells me she thinks I'm cool. Which is really unsettling.
But no, I don't sit at home all day.
I go to work with K sometimes and sit in the office while he does his grease monkey thing. Today, however, was entirely unproductive. I went to bed at 12:30, didn't fall asleep until 4. You know that feeling when your eyelids are like lead and you can't move and you're just dead? But you can't actually fall asleep? And you lay there (lie there?) WAITING until you're unconscious but it doesn't happen. You'
re just a vegetable.
Well I experienced that wonderful little miracle for HOURS last night! hooray!
No.
So, I sat around and did a lot of nothing.. I don't even know how I pissed an entire day away... Yeah.
Ummmmmmmmm... more at some point or another.. I think..