motherboard stole the yearbook;;

We got our yearbooks today. So far, I have seven signatures. Whatever. I have about a week to fill it with a hundred.

My older brother was featured in the yearbook. Yay him. I'm trying not to be as whiny about it like at school, when everyone was giggling because my brother is officially some sort of poet.

Like, even Batman talked to me about it. He was like, "Didn't your brother write a poem?"

And I had to stare at the ground to hide my anger of my older brother getting the attention over not getting featured and say, "Actually, he wrote three."

The first one is my favorite. It's actually pretty good. I have to hand it to my brother, he's a poet.

While I am a blogger -slash- cartoonist -slash- guitar player -slash- songwriter -slash- Youtuber. Of course, none of those could go in for me cause there were musicians already, and my brother the writer, and this random girl having her own CD, and these two guys who are more Youtube famous than me, and yeah.

I've yet to see a drawing-type person. But whatever. I'll post my comic books layterrr. Like, over the summer?

BUT ANYWAY. I'm gonna write in orange tomorrow in honor of ze Freshly Squeezed blog which only, like, 2 of my RL friends know about. Yes, I'm talking about you two.

Oh, and I got a Mibba or whatever. I'm gonna be one of the new Jizzers 'pparently. Look for me, smart 'uns, I'm Bob Morris (FROM THE HUSH SOUND! SQUEE!).

here's my little signature thing there for all you pooples:

i am not your concern.
the w o r l d will still turn
when i'm not around.

i touched bob's guitar bitches.