That wasn't no grandma boy that was the grocery bag

Well i havent posted one of these in probally like half a year or something like that. I start by asking myself "why?" Only one person even knows i have one of these and they dont even have the internet. So I would have to say this is pretty much pointless. Even saying they get access to the big www i'm sure this shaint be one of their top things to check out.
But too bad
for i'm writing and boom tis happening and such
So lets see
*starts humming
I was gonna start looking for scholarships but i can still afford to put it off and this is much more interesting.
OK well here goes
Tis the life of Kristoff Punchatello
I wonder should I fill you the television (when i say television i mean online) audience in with the large portion of time and information of my life that ive never put in this here blog.
I think not.
So we shall start at today and work our way from there
and perhaps every now and then i shall throw in a scrap from my past to keep you interested
(because im sure my day wont)
blabbity blabity blabity
well I'm sick
when i say sick i dont mean torturing animals touching small children sick i mean cough cough atchoo sick
So to say the least i didnt feel like making the trip to the academic facility today
My day started out in a funk and to my memory i can only think of one good thing throughout the morning and that twould be my call to Eryn to tell her good morning and such.
To those of you wondering Eryn is my ladylove and upon thinking on it if you dont know that you probally dont know me and why the hell are you reading this you sick fuck (many apologies to all who read this and arnt quote unquote "sick fucks" but for all you *stereotyping* 40 year old balding men who get off on reading the lives of todays youth and hoping deep down inside the'll come meet you in a public place so you can have you sick way with them.... get help)
moving to lighter subjects (not creepy old men)
wait my lighter subject is that im ill
man that sucks
well i must say id rather be plagued by this cough and congestion and such than being in the back of some creeps van.
unless it was a cool hippy van and said creep wasnt really a creep but a far out hippy whos just misunderstood and in no way shape or form gets his kicks out of touching small children but would rather just chillax and eat some cotton candy and other cool hippy things like that.
wait a second
is it hippy or hippie
is it interchangeable or is one correct and the other entirely wrong?
but anyway that tis all with the irrelevence
back to Chris' day (because of course it's so enthralling *sarcasm)
I slept in most of my classes and twasnt at all up to my usual cheery self (i almost typed cherry self but thats not the same) (i use alot of parenthesis) We started learning derivetives in calculus and there were delta xs and delta t's and polynomials and finding the limits and slopes and such and was definently not enjoyable and to put the icing on the cake my contacts stared bothering me
okay im the only one to blame for the contact problem for i sleep with them and dont take them out for months at a time
so i have no right to complain on the matter
on the way to physics i lost one of the previous mentioned contacts but thought it had rolled up under my eyelid
so there i go in search of the missing lens of contactness
i went to the office to get some eye drops for if i were to carry some on my person i would be tackled by the administratiion and or drug dogs
damn upon looking at this i realized this is probally boring as hell
so quick run through
Someone straightened my hair in fifth hour
i went eat grilled cheese
people told me i looked like Anthony Kiedes and i got lots of compliments on the hair
i went home
and vegged out
and tis nine o clock so i have something to attend to
so ill be cuttin this short
and you shall hear from me later
ciao