  This blogger is really starting to aggrivate me. A lot. I can't log on, and this is a reoccuring occasion. Enough! I can't believe how hot it is in my house! It's hotter inside than it is outside, by like 20 degrees. I don't care. Band's still hard, and I wait to come home and talk to Aaron, Heath, and Brad online. Thats all i want to do when I get home. But there is always something thats urgent, that if I put it off for like an hour, the Earth will explode.
That seems to happen a lot. Taco Bell has a curse. If you eat there, you'll suffer later. Oh, the funniest thing happened there. I was eating there with Ryan, and he farted, but it was quiet, so I said he should make the next one louder. So he did, and it was very loud. We laughed really hard for a while, then it made me fart, and it was extremely loud, and this caused the man sitting across the restraunt to look at me. His name was Ed, huge ugly man. He was pissed. It was so funny. We cried. Then Ryan farted again, and it was long, and loud.
We had to leave. BUT, as we were about to leave, Potato came and sat down. He talked about hos he hasn't had sex in 3 weeks. He is deprived, I'll tell you. He went on and on, and then he told us why he reeked, because he was digging through the dumpster behind the place. He thought someone threw away his retainer, so we went in the dumpster, and looked for it. He was so dirty, and smelly. It was very funny. Then we left, and I went to the mall with Ryan, then I came home. Later. Adam 
