First is worst. How true.
Alright, new post. We were supposed to have this D.B.A.P. thing tonight (or tonite, whichever you prefer), but I guess it got rained out. Well, everyone who was anyone should've been there, so I guess I'm kind of bummed that it got cancelled. But then again, if it weren't cancelled, I wouldn't have started this blog. Well, your loss.

I poured burning wax onto my face today in church. You may now address me as the Copernicus of smooth.

I found some British rapper named Dizzee Rascal. Apparently he's the "British 50 Cent." I think he's hilarious, despite the fact that he tries hard to be "hard-core" and all.

Ms. Joyner complimented my laugh yesterday. I don't appreciate that much.

The Darkness. A good band. But guy's voices shouldn't go that high. But I'm not one to talk.

My average for spanish is 100%, but then again, I guess that justifies my 75% (or updated 85%) science average. Mr. Bryson stinks up the joint, "dude". I burned the Lewis Black CD and the Mitch Hedberg one, too. I guess you could say I'm a connoisseur when it comes to comedy CDs. Then again, you could also say I am the master of freehand poetry. Either way.

If you want to know what "Robert Sledge's Party" means, listen to Ben Folds.
If you want to know what "Carlos The Dwarf" means, watch Freaks and Geeks.

Have questions, comments, or drool about this sight?
E-mail the fool: robstevens58@hotmail.com

Anyone with questions or comments needs a hobby.
Anyone with drool needs a towel.

Whatever and ever, amen.

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Well. This blog has been started. Isn't there some sort of commencement ceremony? Come on, people.

Thanks to Olivia (although she has no idea) for "inspiring," as they say, me to create a blog. Not to be confused with bog, or swampland.