Is it any wonder I've got too much *clap clap* time on my hands

Those hands, which are placed directly under my ass. They aren't tied either, which is embarrassing.

"Get good grades, don't fuck up." "Go to college, you need to because you will make us happy". Um, yeah, "FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME". But, what WILL I do, eh? Eh!? How about nothing? Been there, done that, learned stuff about myself. I like to do things, but not necessarily start them, which is why I'm here. I have been cruising with no place to go, but all life to get there. Now I have a velocity (read: retained school knowledge), and it's toward a line man for some company. I'll try to find my diploma so I can go check things out, and, if I can get this going, I'll be making a good 10$/hour for the next four years. Not good, but after those four years, it's KWADROOPIEDALED!!11. Wish me luck, blog readers.