The Story of the Big-Ass Oreo

Apologies for such a small picture, my webcam stinks...
Heh.

And so we begin.
Me and my friends were sitting at our lunch-table, and so I pulled out a 6-pack of oreos.
Excellent, I began to fool around with them.
I took the first Oreo, pulled it in half, and stuck the half with the most cream on top of Mike's Bottlecap.
And so, we had a Oreo stuck to a bottlecap. Wonderful.
But wait! I had this amazing idea, you see.
I put another Oreo Cream half on the bottom, and I tried to see if anyone could possibly believe that It was an Oreo...
So, the next 15 minutes were spent taking apart Oreos and putting the cream onto the side of the bottle cap...
It wasn't necessarily hard, but I had to do so without any of the teachers patrolling the cafeteria finding out, So I had many awkward moments.
(i.e In the middle of taking apart an Oreo, a teacher came by, so naturally, I hid the half-completed Big-Ass Oreo into my lunchbox, and froze in place pretending to lick my Oreo.)
Ha ha, suckers, couldn't even notice.
Of course, Half of the table, perhaps 3/4ths knew what I was doing, so I was handing it out, this completely normal, one inch tall Oreo, when Mike decided "Oh, what if we slid it to the other side of the table?"
And so it came to be.
Charlie was at the other side, seeing this sweet, big-ass oreo, takes it and starts examining it, you see.
He starts to ask us what the hell it is, standing and walking and stuff, when a teacher comes by.
The teacher's like, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, some guy gave me this giant quadruple stacked Oreo"
"Well, eat it, or throw it away"
like 20 hands come up saying "Can I have it?"
So after a couple of minutes of cracking up he actually ate it, and bit on the bottlecap.
ha ha.

*the above picture is just a replica I made at home, actually, like 5 minutes ago.*

Blogger Play

Wow! I found this new addition from Blogger!
Its called Blogger Play.
Its at http://play.blogger.com
They say its an "endless stream of newly uploaded pictures."

Wonderful!
Now I can look at other people's houses, kids, and kitties as long as I want!

Score.

Having Fun with Rings

I love rings - Onion Rings, Gold Rings (Shiny) and especially, the movie THE ring.
Great because it arrived unexpectedly from Netflix.
So, even after telling my mother and sister how scary it was, they still thought it was a good idea to watch it.
Probably not a good idea though -- the last time my sister watched a scary movie (The Mummy) she believed that there was a mummy following her and would eventually kill her.
She kept it up for months O.o

When we began to watch the movie, I said I'd go get some popcorn...but instead got my mom's phone.  >=)

Oh, and popcorn -- popcorn is tasty.
Well anyways, we watched the movie through until we got to the phone ringin' scene.
As soon as the Ring Video was over, I started dialing.
Unfortunately, I found that there wasn't any connection/bars.

However, as soon as the phone in the movie rang, one bar went up and Guess What : Our phone rang at the SAME TIME.

NOT EXPECTED! >_>
Of course, I scare the %&#$ out of them, and it was REALLY, REALLY funny.
Probably not funny to my sister, as now she's too scared to watch tv o.O
Even after I told her that it was me who just called...

Better for her I guess.

On a side note, we went shopping yesterday and guess what we found --
Lactose-Free Ice Cream :D
Ice cream, Ice cream...
Tasty!
Or as Fergie might spell it,
Tastey!

3 Weeks and Still Nothing...

Sup Guys.
I had just spent 3 weeks writing on little sheets of paper for an unknown reason, over 2,300 miles away from my own home, thanks to my instructor.
What made it better is that I spent a couple thousand dollars for a guy to tell me what to write on that piece of paper.

Now, I'm sure you'd ask, "Where did you dissapear off to for 3 weeks?"
I have a question too.
Are you a child predator?

Yeah. I mean, no, I'm not a child predator. Well then. 
You see, I really can't answer a question like that, unless I am actually that stupid.
Which I'm totally not.
At all.

It actually feels good to be back on my blog for once, as I keep on ditching it for weeks on end...
I met a coupla' kids at the camp-- Place I went to for 3 weeks, and I had spent a couple dozen minutes rounding the names up and adding them to my gmail account.

Problem is, some people have neat handwriting and some people have sloppy handwriting.
For a nerd-camp, I was surprised at how many illegible words people can write.
It also are weird how many peoples stinks at grammarr.
Psh.

Its been a good time though, I may show this blog to Chase, I'm talking with him on AIM.

Hi Chase!

And Elly might come back to read so

Hi Elly!

And thus concludes my ramblings of the day, enjoy the rest of the day.
In misery.
Not that you can enjoy misery, since misery is defined as something you don't enjoy so...
Paradox...
I Have to stop talking.

Take that, France!

Something that's been on my mind for a while is how France has managed to fail...no, lose in every war. They haven't won a war since that French and Indian war, part of the 7 years war, where Germany kicked their sorry England-Beating Asses. (England beat them later)
Hands down, their military strength sucks.

Now you see, also brought to mind is how Switzerland has managed to dodge every war, staying neutral on every occasion. How they manage to do this, I have no idea. Perhaps bribes? Perhaps their cool little red knives? Or maybe Hitler was scared to attack a country that had a white plus sign on its flag.
"No, don't attack us, you want Swiss Cheese, eh?"

Now something to imagine is if France and Switzerland were to have a war with each other, you can't be too sure of the turnout. Actually, Switzerland will probably back out of the war, and France would somehow manage to blow themselves up with nuclear missiles, toss baguettes at each other in anguish, and then go complain about their problems to England and the US.
Pfft, scavenging noobs.
Go whimper to the higher powers, why dont'cha.

So, in this scenario, there would be no winner. Hell, both sides lost. I don't see why Switzerland WOULDN'T want to back out of the war, its not like they can run into their ranks and stab people with nail files from their little Swiss Army Knives. Unless they built a mini-gun into those, that'd actually be quite impressive.
With that said, you can be sure that although both sides lost, the real winner is the USA, the proud, USA. Thats right. Even though we never took place in that war, we gain the upper hand by letting more and more people to get obese (oftentimes on baguettes, you dirty French ) and spend billions of taxpayer dollars to fund HotPlates. Good, good hotplates.
Not to mention, we also have cool digital watches.
Take that Switzerland! You think you're so great with them Swatches that nobody buys!

Sick and Unchurned.

Ugh...
Well it seems to me that I'm very sick, and it took me 3 bottles of water, a can of beans, and 2 tablets of tylenol a day, not to mention a bowl of guacamole to go with it.
That being said, I feel completely awful, nasal congestion and whatnot.

Now that I've begun to make this post, I can rightfully say that NO, I am not ditching zuperblogz like my other blogs ( See Universetech rofl, one freaking post ;) ). Shut up, Z comedy had a good run.

I think that you might not actually be wondering that your not wondering why you're not wondering about the "unchurned" bit in the title.
Well, you see, my mom had bought this quart of Edy's Slowchurned Ice Cream.
Hmm, neat, I guess America likes ice cream churned less.
You know, how great would it be to come out with UNchurned ice cream?
Huh?
Huh?
I would call it : Eddy's UNchurned ice cream, or "Edwin's Magic Juice."
:D

That being said, I have to go sulk and complain about my aches and pains, perhaps eat a banana...
Mmm... Bananas...

Potatoes have Eyes.

^Click for full size^

Anyways, I just had to do that. However, you should also see the "What is a Shrewd" post down there.
Spoof of "The Hills have Eyes"

Just a little Double Whammy poster-ness.

In case you didn't know, the dimples on a potatoe are by definition, the "eyes" of the potatoe. Excellent.

What is the Shrewd?

Shrewd-[Shrood]
What is the Shrewd?
The Shrewd made its first appearance in 2007, although the exact date is unknown/missing/awesome. They are one of the lesser spotted animals, although have randomly come out of nowhere to harass the generic public, via this blog. The Shrewd's Name can be spotted in the main title, and can be found in this site's favicon. Keen observers can also see it freaking out a ninja at the bottom of the page, if you're really into that kind of thing.**

Appearance: The Shrewd's most distinctive features include their bulging eyes, often containing pupils which face opposite directions (up,down, left, right). Their smile is a biological miracle, being that they are able to extend their smile-things across their entire face, and then some. The longest record to date is 2 feet extending from the body. What the Shrewd looks like from behind with this, is unknown, for nobody is that awesome/sweet/l33t/ enough to even dare so.
The photograph of the Shrewd was extremely hard to find, being that most cameras cannot handle how shrewd/sweet/supa' fly they are, so that our crew could only grasp the outline of the Shrewd's body. We then smoothed out the curves, and had Billy, our cartoonist, to fill in the colors according to his emotion. Upon finishing, Billy proceeded to annihilate our other staff, in a terrible accident with a baguette and an oversized Shop-Rite leek.
We'll miss Matt and... what's-his-face.

If you can't tell already, the Shrewd who had its photo taken was in some deep emotional trauma.

Behavior: The Shrewd's behavior is defined as "shrewd," for all of those who cannot infer even the most blatant of things. They are known to live in the the area outside of your skull, but still inside your Russian hat with the little ear-flaps, which are factually awesome. The Shrewd has a tendency to be awesome, to eat, freak j00 out, and exhibit its most famous hobby, being shrewd. It usually sits there, being shrewd on the floor, sometimes crawling around on its stomach, should It actually have one.

Reproduction: Lol, WTF? Shrewds just ARE.

Migratory Pattern: They tend to travel the same route as the coconuts.

Fast Facts:
-Shrewds PWN.
-Lol.
-Nobody can act Shrewdly. Not even the Shrewds.
-^ No, seriously ^
-ROFL MY WAFLS


And so we finish our look into the Shrewd, I'll make a real post tomorrow ; )

**Removed: If you want to see what it looked like go here

And the results are in!

SuP doods, if you're wondering, see these posts: McSAT and The SAT?

And so much as to continue my ramblings, I proclaim, The Results of My SAT are in!
I scored a 1760, out of 2100 or something.
:|
Whatever.
I managed to score higher than the average "college-bound" senior, peaking in math, which was some 180 points higher than average.
:D
'Tis sweet, you know.
When I told the results to Geoff, he said that:

Geoffrey

that's the same exaacctt score

that i got on the practice

Oh. So now I'm only as smart as Geoffrey eh?
Well, I can't wait until he gets his results.
Unless he didn't take the test.
Which he probably didn't.
Um... I'll still make sure he gets results... Heh heh heh...

And ending on that note, its been decided that I must go onto my quest of "shopping in the lost Shoprite for cups and assorted breakfaster eats." Yum.
We're also going to hope to get these giant Hershey's bars as the goodie bag presents, Whoopee!
Mmm... Chocolate.
And so, I finish off this blog post with my mum. Oh dear. I'm under the influence. Of Geoffrey. But seriously kids, DON'T DO DRUGS. It will lead to social ruin. A lot.
Anywho, my mom* watches me from the door way, desperately waiting for me to finish off this blog post, which has only taken the course of, um, five minutes? Excellent.
At last, I finally do finish this blog post.
Or will I?
Or shall I?

Ok maybe I really should.
Later!

Snowball Fight!

When I got off the bus this afternoon, I was greeted by none other than the neighborhood kids.
And a fistful of snowballs.
In the face.

And what do you know?
A snowball fight engaged.
'Twas pretty sweet.
Me and Nick were offensive, while 10-20ish 8-10 yr olds ambushed us.
You see, we were still wearing casual school attire.
But that doesn't stop me.
And Nick.
So here we are, pelting viciously at poor little 2nd and 3rd graders.
Because that's the HUMANE thing to do, of course.

Now this fight was very interesting, and many an even happened.
Such as, well, when Charles was trailing me behind. So, I grab a snowball, and randomly toss it quickly backwards. I hear a yelp of pain, and you see Charles on the floor grabbing his groin, and just rolling around. 'Tis fun watching a kid in pain, of course.
Another time, we managed to grow ever so close to the base the little kiddies held so dear, and using our superb ninja skillz, we tossed snowballs at the walls. They crumbled like a pie crust.
Because pie crusts crumble, of course. But seriously, there were gaping holes in the walls...

Anywho, another little fun thing I did was like a "drive-by-shooting." I ran as fast as I could with one snowball in each hand, and I pelted them at the little kids while they just stood there with an expression on their face that said:
"WTF!?"

Anyways, the snowy-bally-war ended in, one, two hours, dunno. I lost track of time. But, it ended with a kick.
No, seriously, I drop kicked the side of the fort. It came crashing down.
It was hilarious.

*Edit*
Turns out I forgot one of the best parts of the fight.
The "Help I'm faking my own death" scene.
You see, I was innocently pelting snowballs at little kids, until one of those kids managed to toss a snowball which landed square on my windpipe/neck. Some manners they have.
Anyways, at this point I drop to the floor, not in pain of course, but more of "ha ha I'm about to trick you" kind of way. I stay on the snow for a while, and I just hear the kids around me.
"Heh, he's on the floor, pile snow on him..."
3 minutes later, its more like,
"Um...Maybe he should go home...I think he's hurt..."
So I finally stand up slowly, stumbling(fake) towards my house, the kids turn their backs to go ambush Nick, and then I ambush them, and run inside my house.
THEN I come back out.
Fun stuff, the snow.

Or, as Geoffrey may say,

LOL!!!!!!!!!!!
Sent at 10:22 PM on Wednesday

Oh yes, sorry about the possible "lack of humour" in this post. You see, I actually believed for a second that the events themself would be funny. Ha! Ha! So anyways, I'll hope to provide you with a dose of humour for your virtual-addiction.

Oh and, Geoffrey doesn't believe I'm the type who jogs/runs.
Ha, I'm going to show him.
Oh, he's reading this now isn't he...
Yeah...
Hey look a distraction!

Procrastination Domination

pro·cras·ti·nate /proʊˈkræstəˌneɪt, prə-/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[proh-kras-tuh-neyt, pruh-] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, -nat·ed, -nat·ing. –verb (used without object)

1.	to defer action; delay: to procrastinate until an opportunity is lost.

–verb (used with object)

2.	to put off till another day or time; defer; delay.

^^Thanks to Dictionary.com^^

What is a procrastinator?
Well, what that definition is missing is the 3rd number.
3. See Edwin

Anyways I know, I know, I'm extremely unstable when it comes to blogging.
You see, I seem to procrastinate.
A lot.
I tend to manage to procrastinate even the once though im-possible.
For example, maybe my birthday.
"Edwin, your birthday is today."
"Eh, can we do it tomorrow?"
...And so on.

Just kidding.

Even so, I have managed to procrastinate making a blog post this entire week, and then some.
In the rare instance that you actually cared about what happened this past "Edwin gone missing" week, I'll explain in brief sentences for each day.

We had a 4-day weekend, having off on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. On Wednesday, nothing really interesting happened aside from the fact it was the last day of ski club.
Pretty sweet, you may say.
Well...It was. I got to skip lesson 5 :D go me, tried out lesson 6, skipped out on it, and snowboarded down the larger hills for the rest of the hour. Fun stuff.
Nothing happened until Saturday that week, when I went to Geoff's house for a sleepover.
Now that 'tis Monday, I have finally brought up the courage to make a blog post.
In case you've been wondering (ha ha, nice one), I actually had adequate time to make a blog post, I just didn't get around to it.
Ha ha.

Now that I've got that done, I'm going to go play a bit of runescape and overall waste all of my time until it becomes night-time, which is the average time I go to sleep.
Later!

Oops, I did it again. :(

What do you get if you mix Sprite, upset stomach, a lollipop, family reunions, Maple Story(ugh), procrastination, Runescape, tiny plastic ninjas, and a blender?
You get a basic summary of yesterday.
Pretty sweet, you may say.
It kinda... sucked is such a bad word...
Didn't come out "right" (what is right anyways?)
Again, I haven't made a blog post for, how many days?
Omfg, 5 days!
Sorry guys.
I've been uh... procrastinating.
Its what I do best.

Yesterday night our family took me away to go see our relatives, like thats our lifetime dream. Blegh.
I got extremely bored there, watching Howard and Jeffery playing Maple Story (which is a really ****ed up 2d kiddie game). Dudes! Get allegiance/runescape/a life!

I got soo bored, I drank sprite. Okay, I would've drank sprite ANYWAYS, but thats really not the point. To some extent, I began dipping this Toosie Pop thing in, and after a few dips and licks, my sprite turned pink. Then red. Then my stomach began to feel funny.
My sister had extremely galloping whoopeedooing ouch mom I'm going to die pains, so we were whisked out of that dreadful house. Sweet, I even got $20 cash for Chinese New Years. Its not a lot, but its basically the only cash I get to keep.

Now that its tomorrow morning, a Sunday, my cousins are coming over AGAIN, rather annoying I believe.

I sit here with a glass of English Breakfast Tea and a few slices of bacon, trying to at least enjoy the morning before my mom and dad come down, hack me up into little bits, get all the king's horses(which do not have opposable thumbs) to fix me, fail, then get those little pieces to go do a few packets of Kumon crap.
Later!

Hell-o Child Predator

Ok before you say anything, this was all one GIANT and plotted PRACTICAL JOKE on Geoffrey, I switched windows to talk with two people, and I was cracking up through the course of the conversation. I did very well at this too.

Well so me and Geoff are minding our own business, talking on Gabbly Chat, and here this guy comes in, and heres the conversation:
I put some things in bold for helpfullness.

\/Highlights\/

gabber451 has joined.

nobody: i do everything BUT sports in fact.....

John: or you can have a heart attack

nobody: i know

Edwin: lol

nobody: but that wont happen for a while

Edwin: heart attack

our age

nobody: i'm only 12 after all..........

John: where do you live

Edwin: rofl

nobody: so really i probably have a good 50 years ahead of me

lol hell o Mr. child predator

how are YOU doing today?

John has left.

Edwin: lol.

nobody: lmfao

/\Highlights/\

McSAT

"I'll order one McSat, with a side of boredom. Oh, it comes with it? Sweet, sweet."

Well I woke up today at around 5:00 ish, waited for my mom to prepare, at around 6:00 I left for the SAT testing place thing.
For breakfast I ate a Egg McMuffin, which contained a "sausage."
Strangly enough, it seemed to be soaked in oil.
"Hey! My Napkin's clear!"

Anyways I finished eating it and kinda felt sick to the stomach.
Then I drank t3h OJ.
Sugar rush!

So we had a little trouble getting there, so we asked around.
Unfortunately enough, she begins every question with, "my son's doing the SAT, where's this?"

Gloatz0rz.

Turns out we got to the testing place...um... half our before anyone came, including the dudes who hand out the little papers and say, sit here.

Turns out we got special attention being in 7th grade, got to sit in a nice heated room with padded chairs and stuff.
Excellent.
Well it turned out really not to be that hard, I'm not supposed to discuss any parts of the test so sorry. :P
It was actually horrendously boring, a lot of kids sat there with extra time.
"10 minutes remain"
Lol who says that?
Its always 10 minutes remaining or 10 minutes left.
But then again you have to read from a little booklet thingy.
4...HOURS...of...that...

Escaped, after we went to eat a Chinese place, drove home for an hour, you know, the usual.
So we went to do a little shopping, discovered that the eye doctor dude wasn't working, no contacts for me for a while.
Now I'm back here, I think I spent, what, 9, 10 hrs away from home?
Eh whatever.

Oh and I have to go work on my Algebra homework, and I might go start that story, The Perfect Crime.
But before that, I have to go see if I can improve my template, thinking of like a slightly less contrasty layout, a little metalic and few more ghost images to look professional.
Sweet.

The SAT?

Well tomorrow I'm supposed to wake up at... 6:00 ish to drive an hour away to some far off place where I'll take the blasted 3 hour testy-thing.

You know, I've found it odd how everywhere we go is always an hour away from my house, personally I feel that we're in the center of things.
Or if you're Geoffrey, "It's...the blast radius"
Anyways we are prepared, I'm supposed to go to bed a half hour early (8:30) and so my fate is sealed.
We've got everything- pencils and a calculator, two for safe measures.
My normal one is a little too risky for my tastes.
Because of this we took a trip to Staples, where we bought this new Casio Solar-powered thing, its shiny, sweet ,and awesome.
Uber-Awesome at that.
Wo0t.

I'll be sure to post how the test works out, goodbye for now.

The Perfect Crime

Well I really don't have much time to post, I have like... 6 minutes before I have to go so I'll just cut straight to the topic.

Hi.
Pies are nice.
Bam! You've just read the bestest post ever!

Anyways its the morning, obviously, so I decided to write a shortstory/random crappy thing.
I'll Call it "The Perfect Crime"
I might post it on if I actually finish it.
Of course I usually never do so just disregard this post.
So then...
Blarg.

Its just that I really don't usually have free time to write... so..
I'll just...
Nvm.

Bye.

It's a LIGHT GUN ok???

Well I am finally back home, but because of my dad, he HAD to MAKE us learn chinese cuz it was our "second priority as second language."
Great.
Now I have to worry about TWO things.
Anyways it was rather boring as usual, he yelled at me for some opinions of fruit, specifically honeymelon (???). Anyways Geoff is busy exploiting his friends, it's what he does best.
And talking about who does what does best at doing best, we went to a movie.
Unfortunately my spidey-senses really weren't tingling so only me and Geoff showed up.
Whoopee.
Anyways we got the first row, I got to jump over a bar.
So I was making nervous small talk, then I just jumped over the bar, and ran to go play some time crisis.
Time Crisisii you know.
Anyways the movie was good-ish , Freedom Writers ok?

Not a bad movie, got a chomp on a bag of sweet, skittles...
Sweet, sweet, skittles.......

Oh did I tell you about Time Crisis?
It was wonderful.
I completely PWNED EVERYONE IN THE GAME!
Wait, that dude wasn't in the game was he?
Ooooh...
oh.
Um, you never saw anything ok?
Er, read anything.
Whatever.
:P

Anyways Time Crisis was ownage, except for the fact that I kept getting shot, but I shot them down too quickly! Ha Ha HA!
That's my strategy.
Expose your body to as many bullets as possible so you can shoot them before they shoot you.
Somehow I managed to die... 3 times?
Oh noes, there goes another $1.50.
:(
Somehow I really don't feel like being a marine is a good choice for me.
Unless I have a ton of quarters.
My last words on a battlefield would be, Sarge, shove some quarters into me, and then shoot "yes" before the 20 seconds are gone...
Strangely I don't really feel I'll be respawning anytime soon.

Nothing else is happening.
Nothing at all.
Nothing.

1 Penny In the Hood!

You know that Adsense I put in the sidebar?
Its finally paying off.
Turns out I made a freaking sweet penny.
Wo0t! Penny. In check form.
Lets see you tax THAT you IRS!
Unfortunately I'm not supposed to tell you to click on my adsense, but if you want, I guess thats what you can do.
Click upon your own risk, unless there's something interesting there for once.
Except for the Mozilla Firefox Download, thats pretty cool, since Firefox is my main browser. Not that I'm leading you to believe that you absolutely have to click it and actually download it.

Well screw all of that.
I'm actually supposed to be working on a project thing for sch00l, something about social studies and colonial st00fz0rs.
Assuming I actually do it, being that it IS due tomarrow, I had better get started.


Right after this blog post.

Today was nothing interesting.
I went over to my blog when I got home, but not before eating some popcorn and watching TV for half and hour.
:P
Anyways turns out I'm accumulating massive amounts of hits, which is pretty impressive by my standards.
I went to Geoffrey's Blog.
He can really go on about nothing for a really long time.
I mean really, typing a page on his day? Seriously.
Oh, right. Sorry Geoff.
Right now Geoff's talking to me over Google Talk, talking about shooting people with a pistol a few times and now he's dead.
He's also subconsciously humming Moscow 1941.
Either that or the tape recordings have begun to work. For once.
Now for Phase 2.

My arm is twitching. Maybe too much popcorn?
Anyways I feel that I should really stop typing.
Now.

Now.
No you stop typing first.
No you.
No you!
No you.
No seriously, stop.
OK.

FunPLEX?

Whoa! I asked for fun, not fun TO THE MAX!

I've been away for hours today, being that it is Martin Luther King Jr.'s Day, we went over to this place called FunPlex.
Interesting place, with this giant "Free Fall" ride thingy, one of those things where you sit in a chair, it moves you up, and it plunges you down some 20-30 odd feet.
Cool.

I also went on the bumper cars...
Thats it.
Cars.
That bump.
Whee!

Went on laser tag.
Cept they called it laser runner.
Unfortunately enough they kicked you out if you ran.
Turns out its "too violent enough already to bump yourself on the wall."
He he... BumperPeople.
Bump!
I managed to rack up a nice 2,275 points shooting people.
Its what I do best.

Arcade was fun too.
I played through the Time Crisis Series!
Awesome stuff that game.
I didn't even know they came out with Time Crisis 4 XD!
Turns out I've never played the original Time Crisis either.

Well I spent some hours there, and I don't even know what took that long.
Maybe it was because I wanted to go on a few rides over and over and over and over but NOT SIX TIMES!
Anywho turns out I'm back here, my Adsense got approved.
Wo0t!
Adsense.
That means I can make money while I post random info to you peoples.
Whoopee!

Ooopss...

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