what to name this... what to name this... that works

i'm in study hall and i'm really bored... i never know what the hell i'm supposed to do in here, so i go on here and type random shit. okay, not real shit, but in this case shit is a variable. shit could mean boring stuff, not so boring stuff, stuff that actually doesn't kill anyone or put them to sleep... oh, by the way, at the school basketball game last night, the one between staff and eighth graders, the staff won. that will NOT happen EVER again. next year i'm playing. next year, we're gonna win. next year, Mr. K will still be better than Mr. Anderson. haha, Mr. A was really bad. he tried to dunk and the ball went flying off the backboard. i laughed so hard. i nearly died of laughter. of course, that would be impossible, seeing as i'm already dead. my reasoning for this is that i am British and Native American, along with a bunch of other things (Polish, German, Canadian, Irish, ...). in the Revolutionary War, the Native Americans helped to kill the British. therefore, i am undead. i'm alive, but my ancestors killed each other, and therefore i killed myself. weird how that works, huh? well, maybe i should stop now before i kill someone with the tediousness of this. (i had to use that word, it's really funny.) drew a person on my finger wearing a black long sleeve shirt with a black tee-shirt over it and black pants on my hand, along with kinda long black hair. well, i have to go now, but go to this address when you're bored...

http://thetwolovermurder.blogspot.com/














what are we going to do about the U.S.A.?