Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen!

On my blogger dashboard it just told me that i have 300 posts instead of 200, how odd. Who wrote 100 extra posts last night? Not me! Anyway, i have a deal to make. I want us to make a deal. I don't know if any of you have heard the song by Panic! At the Disco "The only difference between Martyrdom and Suicide is press coverage" But in it there's this great line "Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen" Which when paired up with with the line at the beggining "And I believe, this may call for a proper introduction. And well, don't you see? I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue." Makes it a great song for my blog. Because as you may have noticed i'm kind of like an insane narrator, rather like a mad scientist, just without any university education. And plus, this is probably just the prolugue, my story is not gonna be done for quite some time. If we say the first 20 years of my life are prologue then what are the next 20 years? Anyway, i'm not going to deep in this post, i'm not in the mood. But anyway (don't you hate how much i say anyway!!!) that's not the point. None of it is. The point is this. I would like to make a deal with all 12 of you. Yes, so far i only have 12 readers, and i still haven't even got the two that i've been waiting for, my goal is 15. And i'm not sure if those two ANONYMOUS comments count. Yes Meg, that is an anonymous comment. I will have to think up a horrible, painful, and mind bogglingly hillarious punishment. I will have to think of the reward for those who dare hide their identity in the way that i, in my supreme kindness, have allowed as an option on my blog. I'll get back to that, because i'm at the end of my first section of this post and i still haven't made my deal with you yet!

Anyway, finally, the deal. I "Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen!" That our deal. Or, to word it more simply, i promise to keep pumping out blog posts worth reading if you promise to keep reading them. Deal? I hope so. I'll hold up my end of the deal. And if you want to add some input with a few comments then go right ahead. It will make me very happy. Anyway, I've been thinking about university quite a bit lately. And i've come up with a conclusion, i hate university. Just typing the word hurts my head. Well actually, none of that is completely true. I only hate thinking about university. I don't know why but in some ways i almost have a fear of progress. Because i know all too well from past experience the deeper you go into something the more trapped you get, and the higher you climb, the farther you can fall. So i'd rather just not move. Not choose. But there's one thing about that that doesn't work. Choosing not to choose is still a choice. So now matter what i'm stuck. I'm gonna make a choice. I hate it. Why can't life be like a video game? Clear objectives. Everything already planned out. Almost zero chance of making a wrong move And it would be nice if i could use large weapons to fulfill my life's ambitions rather than having to use my brain, which is a pathetically small weapon. And yes, i know that the story of my life is already planned out. The only crappy part is that the author hasn't been too clear about how he wants this story to go. Oh, how it makes my head hurt!

Well whatever, i'm sick and tired of this, so i'm gonna go do something else, so until my next beautiful blog post i must give you a fond farewell. Fond Farewell!

P.S. I know i have more readers. KEEP COMMENTING!!