I Wanna Be In The Blue Man Group That Will Be All

Earlier, I didn't mean that I was too smart. I meant that I thought too much

You can't be friends with everyone because someone will hate you for being friends with everyone else. I should be a fortune cookie maker. Ha. That will be all

I realized today that I'm too smart. Too smart. What kind of world do we live in where someone can be too smart? I realized that I'm so smart, I see things far before everyone else and that's a bad thing, because half of everything that happens sucks. Why is it that I had to be chosen for this. Is it a blessing or a curse? That will be all.

Well, I read this article in the paper, That will be all.

When I was born they looked at me and said, "What a good boy." "What a smart boy." "What a strong boy." And when you were born they looked at you and said, "What a good girl." "What a smart girl." "What a pretty girl." We've got these chains hanging around our necks. People want to strangle us with them before we take out first breath. Afraid of change; afraid of staying the same. When temptation calls we just look away. This name is the hairshirt I wear, and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair. This song is the cross that I bear; bear with me. Bear with me. Bear with me. Be with me tonight. I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight. I go to school. I write exams. If i pass, if I fail, if I drop out does anyone anyone give a damn? And if they do, they'll soon forget 'cause it won't take much for me to show my life ain't over yet. I wake up scared. I wake up strange. I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever gonna change. I wake up scared. I wake up strange and everything around me stays the same. It's the hairshirt I wear, and this hairshirt is woven from, it's woven from your brown hair. This song is the cross that I bear; bear with me. Bear with me. Bear with me. Be with me tonight. I know that it isn't right, but be with me tonight. I couldn't tell you that I was wrong. Chickened out grabbed a pen and paper; sat down and I wrote this song. I couldn't tell you that you were right, so instead I looked in the mirror, I watched TV; laid awake all night. We've got these chains hanging around our necks. People want to strangle us with them before we take out first breath. Afraid of change; afraid of staying the same. When temptation calls... Oh, this name is the hairshirt I wear, and this hairshirt is woven from, it's woven from, it's woven from hair. This song is the cross that I bear; bear with me. Bear with me. Bear with me. Be with me tonight. When I was born they looked at me and said, "What a good boy." "What a smart boy." "What a strong boy." And when you were born they looked at you and said, "What a good girl." "What a smart girl." "What a pretty girl." -Steven Page Amen. That will be all.

I'm gonna write a song. Knowing society today, if I posted it here, it would be stolen and copyrighted with eight different words. Sorry My slogan: Kill to Help and You'll Die Helping That will be all

I will have the most famed and coveted .plan journal on the site. Well, today the site, tomorrow the world. Notice how I'm not laughing. That's because I'm dead serious. You just wait. Paper will have my daily journal post in it. If it does, I hope it's in the comics section. I'm still not joking. I wish I had a concession stand. I would be known as "The Hot Dog Merchant of the Future" I would have this four hundred thousand dollar cart that I tow around. It would be made of an expensive new technological material that stores the hot dogs very efficiently, and the grill would make hot dogs taste like more than just unknown foreign pig pieces. Also, I would play digital, commercial free, music really loud. I would have a bigger umbrella than you've seen in your life. In fact, screw the umbrella, I'd get a big waterproof bubble. And to finish it all off, I would sell the best soda in the world (Jones Soda©) and serve it with little umbrellas and orange slices. It would be called the "Bubble Bistro" I'd make millions. I'm still not joking. That will be all.

There once was a woman named Bob She ate too much corn on the cob She got very sick Digestion aint quick [This beautiful poem could not be completed because the woman's stomach exploded and she died. Shed a tear for Bob.] What kind of person would name their girl 'Bob' anyway? That will be all.

Hello. My name is Clark MacKenzie. That's not my name, but you don't care. I'm just NtoTheDrk to you. I just like the name. I'm not old enough to drink or drive. That's too bad. I mean, I wouldn't do both, but I think that the law is just a politician hiding from blame. It's not the material that hurts people, it's the person. anyway, that will be all.