Deliberate Debut

Ah, heya everyone, I've decided to make a blog, and you're reading it! You clearly have my eternal gratitude. The fact that you're reading this implies that you're bored though, and that puts pressure on me to be entertaining! How cruel of you! Geez, I don't do these things to you.

Oh right, the blog thing. Well, firstly I'm Jamal, I'm smart, short and sleepy. The first one isn't very consistent though. Yes, as a matter of fact I'm "obtuse" I learned that word today from an awesome friend of mine who probably doesn't want me to type her name. I hate people like that, well except for her, naturally. I've decided to start a blog because it's what all the "cool kids" are doing nowadays. I use the term cool loosely but never mind that.

Today, I played Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance, an awesome video game (recommended), a lot. Listen, right, I completed this REALLY LONG level in the game. But there's another one that occurs straight away after and the boss on it got a critical hit on IKE AND KILLED HIM. It's enough to make a man cry it is. ...You don't understand what I just said huh? Well, it's basically just a disaster spawned from horribly bad luck, with added exagguration.

Depressed over Fire Emblem, I went to the store to buy objects. It was closed much to my grief. I had to WALK to get there. Did you hear me? WALK. The next thing that went through my mind that they did this on purpose. They knew I was coming and locked the store for the day JUST to annoy me. They're out to get me! ...Then I realized it's Good Friday.

I don't see why people call it "Good" Friday. I mean, for me, EVERY Friday's good! ...Okay, that was a lie but still... I don't see what's so good about the death of someone from ages ago. There's probably some big long description and great solution to that but if I looked I know I'd just forget when Easter comes.

I ordered two amazing books online (Death Note series) recently that I'm just dying to read. They had better come tomorrow cause... cause... if they don't I'll have to wait until Monday! That's horrible! I won't be able to manage! That's another thing, why do the postal service not work on Sundays? That's what's horrible! I'm tempted to become manager of a postal service that DOES serve on Sundays because getting things in the mail is what I live for. It's all that keeps me sane. Or rather... the opposite, I kid, of course.

Ah I've ranted for some time now so I'd best get going. But don't worry, beloved reader, I have plenty more in me. So, if I have any fragment of a memory left (don't bet on it) you'll hear from me again.

Fare you well.