A Public Diary

I was reading all of Brian's posts and I don't remember which one it was, but he mentioned how no one reads this, but he likes how no one is reading. Something like that. I'm too lazy to go look it up. Anyways, the point to that is no one reads this blog either. And the people who know about this blog don't read it anyways. If they do, then they should leave some comments. Jerks. Just kidding. But yeah, it's nice to get things out of the way in a place no one knows about, but they can find out about if they tried hard enough. I don't think my comma practicing has come in handy, cause I'm pretty sure I didn't put commas where there should be commas.

I believe Panic! At The Disco is a good band.

It's sentences like that one above that could make people say, "David, you are a tater tard." Then I say, "Sofia, stop calling me a tater tard." Yes, that was a true sequence of words spoken between us earlier on the phone. I will be posting again really soon to tell you all about the man that I saved yesterday. It's going to be epic, so stay tuned. Until next time, America!