There's no point in titling this

This blogging thing isn't going well. I thought that, by now, I'd have gotten the hang of it. Since it's summer and I hardly ever have anything to do, I thought that I would blog a lot more. But, here we are, with the last entry coming from 9 days ago, and it wasn't even written by me.

Instead of writing, I find myself playing Crazy Cabbie on Facebook, which is literally one of the most addicting games I have ever played in my life. In fact, it's so addicting that it should be on addictinggames.com. And I've been playing Family Feud a lot, but since they keep asking me questions like 'Name an actor that women would like to film a love scene with,' I've been playing that less lately.

Hilariously enough, by the way, the number one answer for that question? Mel Gibson. Irony at its finest.

I think my biggest problem with this whole blog deal is that I'm finding it hard to care enough about anything to write about it. I haven't gotten into the 'I don't have anything to write about, but I still am going to write something' state of mind yet. I'll get there eventually though. Maybe.

The worst thing about this is that, as those of you who religiously follow this blog know, I like to write about sports a lot. However, both of my favorite baseball teams (the only important sport that is happening now) are terrible, and I hate thinking about them. So I'd really rather not talk about them at all.

Me not wanting to talk about baseball really takes a lot out of this blog. I mean, I can only profess my love for Green Day and Paramore so many times. Speaking of that...

I LOVE GREEN DAY

I LOVE PARAMORE

See? It gets old after a while.

I will say that I have been listening to X103 a lot lately, and they've actually started to play real music that I actually like, as opposed to bullcrap like Bullet For My Valentine and Buckcherry (however, I did unfortunately hear Nickelback the other day) but I heard Weezer, Linkin Park, and Pearl Jam back-to-back-to-back one day. It was awesome. It made my entire day.

I had other stuff to say, but my brother was creepily standing directly over my shoulder. I can't write when people are doing that, so I had to take a break.

By the way, if you ever read a post by me in which I insult a band or say that a band "is bullcrap" or "sucks," please just know that that is my opinion. I once wrote an entire post about how I hate that people give their musical opinions as facts. I hate that, but I occasionally do it without even thinking. So, if you like BFMV or Buckcherry, I'd like to say two things: first, I'm sorry for insulting your musical tastes. Secondly, I'm sorry that you have such a bad taste in music.

I'm just tooooooooooo funny. But not really.

I guess that's it for now. If you stayed with this post until the end, comment on this and I'll give you a hug the next time I see you. That's a promise. You might have to remind me, but I'll try to remember.

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE