So...

All I know is that I feel like bloggin. Hmm...what to blog about though? I think someone should call me Vanessa McBlog. Or just Blogga McBlog for that matter. I've had no adventures lately. My last one was the thing on the roof, shouting obscene messages to passers-by at night. Heheheh...who's a rebel? (answer: Me. (hey, shutup)). Listening to some Billy Idol right now (Hey! I told you to shutup!...Billy Idol is cool, the sneer is sexy, okay?). It makes me want to do the 80's dance...you know that one where you swing yourself from side to side and barely lift your heels off the ground. Remember?---Nevermind, then. Well who remembers Nilli Vanilli? Come on, people! I used to love those two imposters with the cheap weaves! You shoulda saw me...my hair was cut all short, and yet I still did the head swingin like a rockstar thing. Good times. My train of thought seems to have stopped. I guess it reached its destination of "Nowhere" (and it seems even gayer when I have the damn quotation marks around the word...damnit!). Dude, like three people leave comments in here...the top two are mickey and myself (yeah, pathetic, i know, but its fun...this one time I even praised myself, heheheh). But they're funny. I tried submitting my website to a million search engines, but it just don't work. Ya'll know? *Dancing with myself/Dancing with myself/If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance* I hope those are the right words, because I'm saying them right now. I'm such a geek.