I Often Wonder How I Still Have Friends...

We all know those people who you see at school, they're occasionally funny, they where a t-shirt every so often that you get a chuckle out of, they remember your birthday sometimes, most of the time their homework is done, they do okay on tests, and for the most part they're pretty chill. After awhile you get to know them, and you hang out with them on odd weekends, and eventually you grow into pretty decent friends.

That's not me.

Time for a whole lot of personal pronouns.

I purposefully buy weird shirts, talk until someone is awkwarded out by my presence, or crying laughing. I would never remember someone's birthday unless I checked Facebook while running to get ready for school. Homework is rarely done, and studying is simply another word for browsing MLIA and listening to Angels and Airwaves while eating oranges.

Hang out on weekends? More like pray that you didn't have plans already, because Isaac's in town.

And don't even think about gradually becoming my friend. Those first few hours are a make or break deal. If we're not acquaintances; we're best friends.

Straight up.

On a number of occasions people have realized the futility of escaping my friendship. And I call these people my Besties.

We've all got these friends; those who will text you without being texted first, be the ones to suggest hangouts and whatnot.

Again, how they put up with me, I don't know.

If you were to picture one of the most immature people ever, give them situationally hyper-attention deficit, the imagination of a 10 year old, make them super touchy/massage-y/one who idly kneads people's shoulders, the humour of a sitcom laugh track, and enough sarcasm to turn Will Ferrel to politics.

Give that person an obsession with videogames and a seemingly endless of energy, and you're starting to get the idea!

Something to clarify: once you know my name, there's no buffer period between meeting me and me letting you know exactly what I'm thinking. All the time. More often than not I'll have already told you. But guess what? I'll tell you AGAIN! :D

I have to give a huge amount of credit to those people who acknowledge my existence following the two month mark of meeting me; it's all up hill from there!

There was a Facebook group at one point called "Isaac Crosses So Many Lines". This pretty much sums up my life.

There's a videogamed theme basketball tournament? Oh, you're gonna wear a shirt with a gaming reference? I think I'll get together with some people and make full costumes.

You feel like playing outside? Well it just so happens that my grandmother bought me a new set of throwing knives. What say you, we take this puppies for a toss?

Laser Quest? Give me some warning of the time, I need some time to get my glow-in-the-dark highlighter tattoos ready.

Halfway through a hangout and the girls start trying on dresses? I'll try a few on too, save some time finding a new tie.

Yes. All of the above are true.

When this is updated, there will be pictures juuuusssst down at the bottom. But exams are being needy, so I must go!

Thank you for your time and patience with my liberal use of the return-key, and goodnight! ^_^

This one time...

...my supa awesome pal Ary and I decided we would start blogging!

To a slightly sleep deprived teenager, this was a great idea: I could share my hilariously narrated anecdotes with the world, all the while becoming popular for my hilarity!

One super long URL, and guiding-said-friend-through-the-steps-of-creating-a-blog, later; I had recovered my Grade 8 Gmail account, and was staring blankly at the Create Post Menu.

So many hundreds of ideas to convey, so many incidents of hilarious, yet nothing would flow.

I closed the tab.

Bored of Facebook poke wars, I settled on nostalgia for some entertainment while my tea boiled. I spent a few minutes looking through my old blogs (Which should still be viewable), and was rather amused to see how some of them had more than five hits!

Here's where my interest was piqued: only one of said hits on any of my blogs actually came from North America.

Believe it or not, but my little grade 8 reports had been found repeatedly by viewers in China, Russia, and Australia! And not even from awhile ago, no. These were as recent as March. Someone in Russia had read through my blog on "Peru Events" just a few weeks ago.

Coorazay.

And thus my willpower returned for memorizing the Russian alphabet!

Which is another tale not for a simple introduction test post...

Here's a picture of Neil Patrick Harris holding a wooden pillow: