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So, it's safe to say, this is better than Facebook.
Blogging certainly isn’t my forte. It really isn’t. I have to admit, it does have it’s perks, although surfing countless blogs for five Holy Shit hours straight while avoiding marking screenplays isn’t one of them. My knees are starting to hurt from sitting in the same position for so long. Only twenty-five, and I already feel like I’m falling apart at the seams. Yes, I’m a stuffed teddy bear, or so I’ve heard.
For those who don't know me, I'm Oliver R.M. Wilson. Don't know why my parents went out of their way to give me two middle names, but it's done, and I hate it. If you have teenagers in the Drama program at Ice River High School, I probably teach them. Actually, no, I do teach them. And before you freak out, I'm marking their screenplays right after I'm finished here. I promise.
So, an update on my life: I just drove in from Calgary. Avoided my mum like the plague. I swear she has her own set of spider senses, only it’s Ollie senses, as I was pulling into Chinook parking lot, she called me.
Considering the fact she hasn’t called me in weeks, this was like the apocalypse… And I’m going to stop while I‘m ahead, because I’ve now just realized how pathetic my life is. I’m updating about how I’m avoiding my mother, wow.
Is it obvious that I need to get laid?
Now excuse me while I drown myself in Ice River.
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