This is becoming real. A real reality. Is that even possible? As if there is a fake reality. Or maybe it can be something that seems real; so it could be a reality, but really it isn't real so therefor it's fake. Not to be confused with the real reality that is really happening.
Sorry. I realize I can drone on and on about one continuous subject, which probably doesn't list me very high on the list of chair gripping suspension or entertainment, but I could be listed under mind-boggling. Surprisingly, that's not surprising.
ENOUGH, ALREADY!
Yeah, Fork. That's right. I just told you to shut up. Woah.
Let me point out some things:
- This blog looks worse than me at four in the morning. I hate templates that are already pre-made because they look all 2000 ish, Times-New-Roman ish, plus rough and scrappy. This blog looks despicable.
- It's a good thing I can fix that, because I would die if my blog was to look like this forever. If you haven't seen my web design skills you should totally check out Notations From Fork. It's my daily blog that links to everything else, even these blogs. I find it totally sad that Blogger does not give me the power to create an entirely new page with a new template and layout. Hence, The Haze and my Art Blog (Coming soon, young grasshoppers) have to be stand alone blogs with their own address and I hate that. If it were up to me, everything would be on my Notations blog. But nope.
- The book The Haze is actually a real story that I'm trying to get published. And, I admit, it's a totally stupid idea because I'm under fourteen and my publisher goal is Little, Brown. HAH.
- I'll write more deets later (Aren't I so hip for using 'deets'?) because I'm tired and I have to fix this horrid template.
- IN YOUR FACE, SHORTIE! (NQA's!)
Fork :)
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