and here we go

Hello and welcome from the forth demension.
It's odd really. How I get all theese thoughts on what to say in my blog, then the second I make a point to write it all down into a formatted paragraph, the aspects of thought and electricity have ceased to connect brain palates to tissues into thyne altered skull. kidding, I'm not that much of a freakazoid. Wow, really am I in 4th grade.
mauturin' it up, Im seriously sorry about theese blogs. They have been having no point at all lately. Just havent feelt very creative in a long lasting while. Even playing music is becoming a chore..
how can school be so demanding and hecktick. Im actually understanding math.
Academic: 100
Sam: 1
yes.
99 to go.
me and School meet up in a basement of a bar one night. Lit by one column of light ovaling the center of the floor. Cracks magnyfied, blood stains; fresh. A circle of foul enimies, and strangers stand at the edge of vengance. Clean angel faces, curious. Shineing in a comparisson to the dirtied slaughter of witch is fight. Club.
school would beat my ass to a pulp.

I've been reading Chuck Plack-en-nutien or however you corectly spell his name... alot.
anyhow, good author. love his stuff. probally gonna use my 30$ gift cert to chapters on him..
Wish I had an once of writing skills.
mabye then I wouldn't have a 65% average in english labadooly

and also, on a much darker note.
a break has begun, a change .. lets see how this goes.
also,
this font is new,
a different type of change perhaps.