Mood:  chillin'

So I've spent a good portion of last night and this morning figuring out my schooling schedule, which I should have done BEFORE the first day of school started.  But what can I say?  I am, and probably always will be, a procrastinator at heart. ;D  Thank God I'm homeschooled, so I'm not stressing much.

 So I've decided that blogging is going to become a regular part of my semi-daily schedule, and it's probly' a good thing.  I love writing. :]  Especially when it's about me, hahaaaaa.  I'll Blog'n'Breakfast.  Oh BABY, that sounds good!  Ice Coffee, my cereal, and my keyboard!  That's a rockin' time!  Even though my entries will make close to no sense, since a morning person I am not, I can at least consider myself an entertainer.  I'll slam out some of my disoriented sleep-garbled thoughts that I would have never thought about in the later afternoon when my brain turns half on (and then flickers throughout the day), and my readers (or not-readers) will be amused.  And if you're not, I will be.

 So I can't make this long, seeing as though I have a lot to do in the way of schoolwork and workschool, and all that pish n' posh, but I guess this is my new home.  I'll have to make it purdy' here soon.  Maybe tonight, if I have time. (Fat chance)

So I'm April, codename Chips (Only because they're a delicious baked/fried good, and they're tasty, and probably one of the 13 gifts of God, including, but not limited to: 

-Life
-Air
-Food
-Water,
-Instinct,
-Chocolate,
-Coffee,
-Cute clothes
-Mario/Zelda/Videogames in general,
-Boobs,
-Internet,
-Wal*Mart,
- and Bendy Straws. 

Never mind, no room for chips on God's gift list.

Of course, they're not on Satan's 13 gifts list either.  Satan's list is a lot more evil and inhumane: 

-B.O,
-Wal*Mart on Sundays,
-Missing socks,
-Mullets,
-Simon Cowell's 1 black T-shirt,
-Arkansas,
-Speedos,
-The concept of 'what goes in, must come out',
-Fiesta chicken,
-Burnt popcorn,
-Getting punched in the nads (or so I've heard),
-Opening, closing, then opening the fridge again only to find that nothing delicious has magically appeared,
-And trousers that hang low because of the sudden skepticism of belts doing their job properly.)

Holy bless-ed Portobello that was a long bracket post.  There were even breckets IN brackets.  What a mind boggling prospect.

My mother's probably reading this right now, and is regretting every single time she wondered what went on in my head. :P  I don't blame her.

So Chips, out.
Haha, Chips..... :P  That was random.