Welp, I tried

Freaking Fascism

Heeeeeyyyyyy, alteration right there in the title. Man I'm good at English. No, actually not really, not good at all in English. Anyways I got bored. Really bored at the college today. So I'm basically going to rant about how freaking retarded all these fascist Mexicans are over here. 

But before I do that I need to say that when I say "fascist Mexicans" I am specifically talking about only two particular people, that aren't really fascist (they probably don't even know what that word means) The way this title came upon them was how their way of "authority" (if you even want to call it that) was extremely similar to the ways of Hitler's fascist reign over Germany all those years back. 

Welp, I think I'm done talking about them for now anyway. I have been sent out of Hudgins Hall into Mrs. Newcomb's room. Thankfully shes wayyyyy more lax and really awesome too. I have been thinking, which can be dangerous sometimes with what runs through my head. This "book" that I've been writing sorta seems like a blog. Tho no one reads it I'm totally okay with that, and don't worry I wont take this off wattypad for those of you who do read it. Mostly I have been writing this just for the kiks. 

My best friend Rachael (rachetguuurrl) lives 3 hours away in New Diana while I'm all the way over here in Lufkin(there you go stalkers and serial killers, I just gave you the towns we lived in, go crazy) just trying not to go insane. She does co-own this book even tho you don't see much direct talk between you and her in the chapters. She was the one who in fact started the texting conversation that turned into the Johnlock fanfic in the last chapter. I send my love darling :* try not to die.

I don't really know how blogs really work in real life. I just sorta start writing even tho some of this sounds really retarded. I'm listening to solid ground by the break of reality. Creds to them for this awesome song. Its violins, cellos, and a drum of some kind (from what I can hear anyway). I'm dressed up as Tyler Oakely (creds to the amazing YouTuber ya'll) for the sake of my schools homecoming week thing a mabob. I actually look a lot like him. Which is saying a lot apparently. I didn't really watch or listen to him on YouTube until yesterday at Standpipe when I looked him up just for the sake of today's homecoming theme. He's pretty cool from the one video I've seen of him. This morning I even listened to part of his podcast Psycho Babble. 

This morning was hilarious. Amanda and Joseph were trying to "quif" my hair (honestly I didn't know what a quif was until today) It turned out pretty good for someone who didn't have any hair spray. Maybe I'll upload a picture... later anyway, if I get a picture. Kelsi's sitting next to me with her headphones in and not plugged in to anything. Shes currently reading The Name of the Wind and wondering what the crap I'm writing about. I just realized that none of ya'll know who I'm talking about when I put names in here. That's alright. You'll see the same names in several chapters I'm sure. The question of if you'll ever get to know who they or I are, is very slim. (<- don't know how the punctuation works in that sentence :I) 

I should probably wrap this up. Ya'll are probably getting bored with my random, one sided, conversation. So with that said, goodbye my few and far between readers! Have a good rest of the day (hopefully) and I will try not to kill any of the administrators at the high school when I get back. (They are such dicks to be honest)

Lol I didn't even talk about fascism in this chapter xD

Your  slightly insane writer, Megan.