My Mom Says I'm a Dork

Why?    I don't know why, but I feel like blogging some more this week even though I don't have a topic. When in doubt, I usually just talk about whats been going on lately and run with it. So... I'm gonna do that.     Right now my little sister is learning about the American Revolution, but it's pretty annoying listening to "Yankee Doodle" on repeat like she is. She does school in the dining room, so I'm lucky enough to be able to hear the radio. By the end of it, I should be able to recite it by heart.    With recent events... I went to the Renaissance Festival with my girlfriend, which was pretty fun. If you aren't sure what that is, you can find out here . Considering both of us like fantasy like Skyrim and others, it was cool to see people creating weapons and clothing in a period-accurate way.    This paragraph is being written a day after the previous ones. I'm exhausted, and I don't know why. I'm drinking coffee to

   Blogging class is over. I was really considering ending my blog, but I thought, "What's one blog post a week?" So, I'm keeping it going. Am I going to count this post as this week's? You bet I am.

Digital Drugs    This is probably the most repetitive and addicting game I have ever played. The name says it all. You click a cookie to gain cookies. Then you buy things with those cookies to make more cookies. I have pretty much "completed" this game once already. No joke.     There's not much to say, just that you should experience it yourself. You can find it by clicking  here.  At one point, you can just leave the game open to collect cookies without you even clicking. BE CAREFUL, IT IS HIGHLY ADDICTIVE. USE CAUTION. I'm playing it right now.     Update: Just one day later...

“W ill you  walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,  'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;   The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,    And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.” “Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,  For who goes up your winding stair can never come down again. ” “I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;  Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly. “There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,  And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!” “Oh no, no,” said the little Fly,  “for I've often heard it said,  They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed! ” Said the cunning Spider to the Fly,  “Dear friend what can I do,  To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?   I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;    I'm sure you'

I Know This is Random, but It's Pretty Cool    I have no idea how they stumbled upon my blog, but they did, so that's cool. Just thought I would say something about it.    Спасибо за посещение моего блога!