Smurr?

Hiiiiiiii, I’m Kayleen. You know, that sleepy kid who gets to go home at the end of the day instead of to a dorm. I was here last year, still creeping around…

Don’t look at my past posts.

Don’t look at this post.

I can tell you’re reading this.

Just go.

….

If you’re still reading this because you’re a gangsta and feel the need to rebel; that’s cool. You go do that. Read my blog to death. Because you break the rules. Here’s everything I was going to talk about anyway.

If you’re reading this because you’re bored or you have to, just go to the next one, I know you don’t care.

And if you just are here cuz you’re curious because I’m such a weird kid and you’re just going “What am I reading…”.

Well then you need to sort out your life.

I’m a derp.

I’m just a lame derp.

Go read other people’s semi-cool blogs.

Today, I am just creeping around.

Talking. Somewhat.

I napped during dinner.

I napped during meditation, I felt so relaxed.

I talked some more. Acted like a lame nerd.

Just ignore me, that’s fine.

I’m that level-one pixie dwarf you only play with on video games until you can get that crazy cool warrior guy with the high HP.

…Yes I have low self-esteem, what makes you say that? It’s so down low, it wins every limbo game.

I’m somewhat funny.

I’ve been told.

Not really.

I’m not really funny.

Just go to the next post.

You know you want to.

Do you really want to be friends with this:

I thought not.