appesing the wrath of the killer bros

so, posting. i have receve numerous death threts lately regarding the lak of new postings on my blog. as i do not like the idea of being draged through the streets with my entrails beeing eaten by rabid pijons, i think i should post. so, back on the island. things are happening, like school. no galen (tear) or rebacca, and soon no tesss eather.
really sad. oh well, life goes on.
so, this blog is bout to chang ursl!!. if you are reading this, then you are a fried chicken and should, well i dont't know what you should do, but something productive (and no, reading this dosn't count).
so, school, sleep, and rain. that is what has been happening latly.
So picture thiss,, you are sleeping piecefully, dreaming of poneys and fields of clover, when, wham! bif pokadoted muckboot on your arm. that was my night. well, it wasn't that bad. camill and em have this thing about waking up at about 2 am. speeking of camill, she has said that she thinks that it is really strange for people to call her camilll, so from now on i am going to call her, spink.
so, spink and em have this thing with waking up at 2 am. so we stood around (well they stood, i layed in bed) sfter some minets of pondering, dave drove up to wisk them off to ther house.
whow this is one of the lamest blog enterys ever, but that is what happens when you try to talk to my bros at the same time as write.
i think that i am just going to stop now, because this is triping me into a pit of doom... you know what i mean