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Nobody is joining. What the heck? I SAID JOIN, FOR THE LAST TIME: MUSTACHIOED-MENACE.PROBOARDS.COM

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Okay, it's been a while. Okay. I get it. I forgot completely. Oh well. You know, I'm really pissed of at the world right now, so just a little bit of slack in one part of my life would be great. Oh, right, I need you all to join my forum, I have to get more members than my friend, who's forum sucks, by the way.
Here: mustachioed-menace.proboards.com

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I am bored. I mean, I've been pretty salty with things to do before, but nothing, absolutely NOTHING, IS GOING ON. It's frustrating. This typing for a few minutes is pretty entertaining, compared to the rest of my life right now. Even with the fact that nobody reads this stupid blog, it's basically a waste of time.
You know what?
I quit.
Goodbye.

Gotcha! I'm not quitting just because there's no reason to keep going, even though that seems like a very good reason to quit. But no. I refuse to quit. You know what, grab a paper, draw a picture of me quitting, and DRAW A LINE THROUGH IT! I am not giving up JUST because there is a good reason to. That's dumb. Not really, but to me it is.

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I am depressed again. Donald Trump is our nations president. Honestly, we were doomed either way, Trump or Clinton. If I go to vote, I would have written in Sponge Bob. Seriously. Better than Trump or Hillary. Plus, my friend is being a jerk. YES, YOU, CLAYTON! It's okay. I got two good slaps in on him.

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I have no excuse this time. Well, sort of. I've been writing Whacko Boy instead. It's a book I'm working on. Anyways, I'm not going to write for long today, I'm getting back to work on the Whacko Boy thing.

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I decided to not write for a few day because of how depressed I am. The Cubs won the World Series. I can't get over it. It just repeats in my mind over and over. Yesterday I was a little delirious over it, but now I'm okay. My hands are out of whack, they keep hitting the wrong keys on the keyboard today, and I have to delete a lot. It's just horrible. They broke the curse. My head can't think about anything else, because the Cubs broke the curse. The Indians failed me.

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Welp. Another day, another month. It's NOVEMBER! Man, this year has gone by fast. Almost Christmas time. At least for Walmart. Life sucks, as always. Except for the part where I'm running for Pres. in SS. Otherwise, normal day. I JUST LOST THE GAME! CRAP!

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Guess what day it is? If you didn't know by the date on this entry, you are an idiot. Anyways, I'm going as a guy in a blue morph suit, a hockey mask with a mustache on it, and a fedora, and I will carry a bloody machete. Guess what I call it? MUSTACHIO! I use mustachio21 as a username for everything, even my Xbox gamertag, and I love it. I tried to get it for padlet, but somebody stole it! Anyways, I'm hyped.

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I hate people. They are unreasonable, stupid, and just a waste of time. Except for me. I'm fine. I think. I reason. I don't waste your time. That's all I ask of people, and they can't do it. I don't know why. Anyway, gotta go talk about Endor in ELA.

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Man, it's later than I usually blog. That's fine. Honestly, I don't like leaving school for weekends. I have friends.

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I just want everybody to stop. To stop and for one second, think about how what they do affects other people. It makes me mad how much people just do things and don't think. They just do, without reason or explanation. Even when it makes no sense, for more than one reason. I just want the world to stop.

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I'm working on a new book. By the sound of it, you may not think you'll like it, but it's coming along great. "Money can't buy happiness... But it can buy everything that will make you happy". This guy wants money. That's the storyline. But seriously, it's not that bad. If you're mad about this, lemme tell you now, I DO NOT WRITE ON THE WEEKENDS. THAT IS MY PERSONAL TIME THAT I DO NOT WASTE ON YOU. Instead, I waste it on my friends birthday, food, and Instagram. Yeah... this blog is failing. Greatly. But that's fine, everybody likes to see me fail. And if you think it's funny, well, you're wrong, because it's not, and everybody who thinks I'm joking and laughs when I say things are horrible for me is a horrible person, and yes, I mean you. And GAWD I wish this wasn't supposed to be PG, because things I would say! Man I should make Just a Word... RATED R VERSION! Anyway, screw you, I'm not doin this long entry thing again

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Well, I forgot to blog yesterday. I guess that's okay, because not much happened. I just didn't have time... I'm thinking of making a special access blog with more personal stuff, and a private link, but I'm not really sure. That, or, I could simply make this one anonymous. I may delete that inspirational quotes list, some may find it offensive, and I don't want that. I mean, really, it's just a joke, but to some that may be WHY they find it offensive. I don't know. I don't know if this blog is a great idea. I don't know if I should start a new one. I don't know anything. I need someone to help me with this. I just notice that this entry is getting a little long, and by adding a sentence about it I just make it worse, which ruins the overall feng shui of the blog, this one being longer than others. That's just my OCD talking. Uh oh, there's another joke that some may find offensive! Better delete. Actually, screw it, I don't care what others think. I don't care what you think, what they think, what my friends think, what their friends think, or what my friends' friends' parents think. I just want to get the heck off this blog before this entry become so long that my brain explodes and my knees are weak and my arms are spaghetti, and my hands hurt and my eyes itch and my fingers sting! Dang it, I'm losing control of my hands and I just keep typing and typing and I can't stop TYPING! And now this entry is so long and stupid there are some people I'm glad I didn't tell about this stupid blog, that wastes my stupid time on this stupid Earth! Anyway, screw you and EVAN OUT!

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Yesterday I was feeling lazy. Anyway, right now I'm spending my time wondering if Mrs. Reid should see a doctor. Why? She seems awfully surprised by the copy/paste system. She has a high voice and she keeps saying, really? Really? I can copy this highlighted text and paste it on my summary? Who knew?

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Hi. Bye.

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I'm back! I'm not in the mood for "inspiration" today. In other words, I'm in a good mood. I'm kinda mad, I just looked at the traffic on this page, an there's not much... Sort of depressing. But not today, and I have no idea why, but I feel hyper! Maybe I stole too much Mt. Dew today at lunch...

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Yeah, sorry about not writing for a couple days. I was busy, you know, I have a life too. Anyway, I guess life's good. You know what they say. Either way, I missed a few days. How 'bout some inspiration? How's, "Inspirational quotes are bogus, you shouldn't listen to them?" Well, I don't write on weekends, so seeya on Monday!

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Alright! No ideas for even fake inspiration today, sorry. I've got nothing to write about, but somehow I can still write an entire freakin' paragraph. I'm sure you all look forward to the time of day when you read my entry. Right? Right? Oh... Okay then... That's okay, it's not like I take ten minutes out of my day to write these... And yes, it takes me that long to write this junk! I redo it over an over and no matter what, my final product is a piece of crap! And yes, what you're reading right now isn't the worst of my work today.. Okay... Seeya later, this ain't worth my time.

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Forgot to write over the weekend... Oh well. That's fine. Over the weekend I went and got new jeans. Yay. Actually, I really like them. Why? They fit my tiny but. That's a change. Plus getting something new is great for me. Everything is a hand-me-down for me. Life sucks. Oh right, my daily inspiration! Today... How 'bout this: When you fall, get up, even though somebody's gonna push you back down. Oh. That's not inspiring? Aww man... I thought I had it today.

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Okay, this is a complete remake of the blog I just wrote. I'm redoing it. Hmm. My friend just attempted suicide. Oh well. Just another day. You know, today wasn't so bad! Today I'll be really inspirational! Here's my quote: Enjoy the good days, because soon enough, you'll be drinking water out of a toilet. Oh, whoops, that wasn't inspirational either, was it? I really shouldn't become an inspirational writer. Not my thing. No matter how hard I try, I stink. Ooh! That's just like the other quotes!

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Bruh! Mrs. Reid introduced a book in class. "An Army of Frogs: Frogs vs. Scorpions". Yeah. I'm definitely gonna read that. Anyway, go frogs, someone read it and tell me who wins. I'm sure those frogs are gonna beat the crud outta those scorpions. Wait, wait, how does that work? Wouldn't the scorpions just sting them? Either way, the frogs will lose. How do I know? There's frogs on the cover. If a book has an illustrated cover, whoever it is is gonna die eventually. Look it up, er, read a book.

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Did you know that today is Google's 18th birthday? You may have, if you're using Google right now, because you would have seen the animation... Yeah, sorry, now I realize yesterday's inspiration wasn't so inspirational. Whatever.

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Today, some inspirational quotes:

1. Life sucks; deal with it.

2. Nobody likes you, and they never will.

3. Shut up. Nobody wants to hear what you have to say.

4. If you play 4 square, everybody will try to get you out. If you’re a person, complain, you’ll get your way. If you’re Evan, nobody cares.

5. You have no real friends. Everybody is acting.

6. You are ugly, but it’s okay, so is everybody else.

7. Don’t waste your time on stupid stuff like quote lists. It’s pointless.

8. You will die eventually.

9. Okay, maybe you have friends, but they don’t care about you or your life.

10. Since I don’t care, I’m leaving this list at ten; shut up and deal with it.

Yeah, that's right. You have no friends, you never will, and even if someone wants to be your friend (they do because they also have no friends), they can't, because this is how life works, and it will always be this way because I said so on this stupid blog that doesn't matter, don't question it, just live it, and seriously, I should add something about not listening to super long sentences that have no ending and waste your time forever and ever and never end, just separating things that should be new sentences with commas, and you probably realized I'm doing it right now, but that doesn't matter because I'm falling asleep yeajkbtg that6 righytghymncfbmi htgihfmecrunecgb5dhrtkcnbhmutievbnrtjhyvtg.

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Well, still not much to talk about, but whatever. I'mma just sit here and talk anyway. That's what blogs are for, right? Either way, it's what I'm doing. I don't care. This isn't a normal blog. Clearly it isn't, considering that the last blog was also about nothing. This one won't be as long, I promise. School is boring right now, there's nothing exciting going on. Anyway, a promise is a promise.

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Well, I don’t have anything to blog about, so I’m just gonna talk. Not that I know what to talk about! Seriously, I need someone to send me a recommendation! Anyway, not much to say, so I’m gonna end this one before I’m talking nonsense about stuff that I’ve never known anything about and never will, because I’m lazy and I don’t like to do anything unnecessary. In fact, I just used auto-correct for the word “unnecessary”. Funny, ain’t it? Actually, I’m not that bad, I just finished writing who-knows-how-many words on a question for Mrs. Reid. Wanna hear something? I didn’t use auto-correct for the word “Reid” there. Anyway, you’re probably sick of me talking by now, and if you’re not then something’s wrong with you, you might want to see a doctor. Oh, I recommend Dr. Doob. Ha ha just kidding, Dr. Doob is a hacker. Look it up. Anyway, as I said, bye!

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This is not meant to be something you rely on to have good reading material. That is partly because this thing means nothing to me, but either way.