In Lieu Of Math Homework

For years I have wasted many potentially productive hours on Myspace. Now Myspace is dying and all of my friends are trying to convince me to get a Facecrook, (because it steals my friends. (I'll explain jokes sometimes solely for my own satisfaction; not at all because I believe my readers are dumb)) but I won't because I have a mental problem that won't let me do what everyone says is cool. So I wondered what I was going to do tonight, because I've had it with myspace, and I can't start my math homework until at least midnight, because procrastination makes me do a better job. Freud would call that projection. Don't call me an elitist because I'm squeezing in a Freud reference. I just had to write a personality analysis (On Jeffery Lebowski a.k.a. The Dude) and so all this Psycho (-logy. I like leaving off the logy. (Sorry if the parentheses are annoying, but I'm just trying to clarify stuff for my first post.)) stuff is fresh on my mind. Tangent. So I'm starting this blog to at least be a little introspective and maybe practice typing (I'm miserable at it) so I can start saying I did something productive with my life and didn't read: "This weekend was amazing :) Now I'm gonna have to cram an entire book into tonight and tom. morning :O oh gawd." The girl is really pretty, but until she returns my texts and accepts my date invitation I care zero of her book cramming. I guess I'll try to keep this first one concise (If it already isn't) by just posting a story of my life. I guess I'll make up a segment name. How about:

My Life Is Jon Beever
so...Hang on. How do you turn off bold....test. Ok got it. (I like typing my inner thunkings)
So today I hung out with Rapechel and Seany Chanfield. We went to Target and I saw Celia and her German. BORING. So Sean was driving us back to Rachel's house because my bike was there and Rachel lives there and it was go home time. I thought it would be really funny to drive with the doors open, because I think everything is funny. So going down the road I opened the door and closed it as fast as I could over and over and this Big truck (probably redneck) behind us started tailgating us and turned on his brights. We were like, "What the Eff?" We turned onto Rapechel's street and they followed us. Then they promptly sped up and passed us on a no pass road. It was quite odd. So then we followed them, but gave up when they got to their house.

One time this kid flicked us off in the school parking lot and he had on oakleys and was a badass so we followed him in his douchey Mustang with the horizontal tail lights (bad decision, Ford) and he thought he lost us and I guess he did, but I knew where he lived. So we just went to his house and he had just shut his trunk when we turned the corner. Once he spotted us he looked like he had seen a ghost and ran as fast as he could inside. It was awesome. We scared a "badass".

I guess..WTF how did bold come back... There we go. As I was saying, I guess I think following people is funny. That's the moral of the story. I'm going to make that a segment

Moral
Following people in cars is funny.