Here we are again

Well i should be doing TOK homework right now. Actually i don't see why i'm not doing it. It's so easy i guess i'm not because i just have this urge to write a blog. I don't know why, but i just have no desire to do it. So this weekend i really didn't do much except play CSS (Counter Strike Source). Which i know that sounds really sad, but it's hella fun. I just got a microphone for it and it's freakin sweet. I can like talk to people instead of typing. It'd be like me reading this blog to you right now, and you'd get my delightful sarcasm included instead of thinking where i'm actually being sarcastic, but basically it's bad ass. Or is it badass? I dont know but it's cool. Anyways no to completely change the topc, I wonder how blogs get so popular? Like does one person read it and then it just takes off. I mean is anyone ever going to read what i'm typing right now? If you're some random person reading this right now please commet saying that you read this, i mean it's pretty unlikely that you will, but just for the hell of it. Anyways i should probably finish typing up this TOK paper, because it's really easy and I'm tired. I want to go to sleep, but if i really wanted to go to sleep would i be writing this right now??? There's a question you can ponder while you're reading this.


SH

Hmmmmm

Isn't it interesting that I'm writing this right now. You may be asking: Sam, why is this interesting? It's because I'm writing this instead of looking up a couple questions and answers for my History of the Americas (HOTA) class. And if that's not interesting to you, then I don't really give a damn. I've probably done this three nights in a row now, staying up late when i could easily get my homework done fast. But for some reason I choose to stay up late. Well actually i shouldn't say that. I don't choose to stay up late, for some reason i just end up staying up unnecessarily late. Even right now i could be done and sleeping upstairs, or listening to music upstairs instead of doing this. I really don't even know why i'm doing this. I doubt hardly anyone is going to read it. I guess this is kinda of just a place to bitch about things and what not. There's another thing. Profanity. I don't think i get the gist of it. Why are some words bad? Who depicts what a bad word is? Like who chose fuck as a bad word? why is it bad? Why is some word like clog bad? I don't understand. Profanity is just a way to express your emotions without punching the closest person to you. I don't swear around my parents or older relatives, because if i said like hell or damn around my mom i think she might have a stroke and fall to the floor in disbelief. So um it's getting pretty late and i kinda want to go to sleep. So i think this is the end of my first blog ever written. I feel SO accomplished. Ok then if anyone is reading this, Goodbye.

SH