#Shitmybrothersays Pt. 1

Before I begin this first post of infamy, I will begin with a background story. So (see? I told you I liked to start sentences this way) I will first begin by saying that my brother is 13 years old. My brother is unbelievably witty for his age. In fact, he is so witty, that I have no idea where he gets it from. I am often floored by the hilarious comments that make their way out of his mouth (when he's not stuffing it with chicken fingers and Subway sandwiches). I mean, both of our parents are SOMEWHAT witty (if you enjoy a sick sense of humor), and I have been told that I am quite hilarious myself (by the people who don't completely hate me), although, I have to be honest, I am not a natural witty person. Really what I do is just sit online and read funny blogs until that person's hilariousness manifests itself into my pathetic brain. But my brother, he is genuinely an amazingly funny person, and for that, I am envious. But lucky for you (ha, I'm doing that thing where I blog as if people are actually reading my posts...), this makes for humorous interactions between my brother and I. And I will post these in my blog.

*cooking chicken tenders*
"EW TYLER, this chicken isn't cooked!"
"yes it is!"
"It's WIGGLY!"
"...well Cara....you get what you deserve"
"...you're a dick."

Ok for the fourth time...(Jesus...)

This would be maybe the fifth time I've tried to start a blog. I'll tell you the story about the Little Blogs that Couldn't.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Cara. Cara was a musician with a creative mind and a somewhat unique writing style. So one day in college, Cara said "hey, blogging is kind of neat! I should blog about my life! It's interesting!" Little did Cara know, that her daily life is not, as previously thought, interesting by any means whatsoever. After thirty or so uninteresting and psuedo-emo posts, Cara said "fuck this shit, my life is boring". So the life of Failedblog#1 ended with no dignity. Then, after working hard at a music & arts camp with children, Cara said "Children are so inspirational! Let's make a blog about how awesome life is!" So then she created one post (picture included) about childhood innocence. Then, after months of not blogging, she decided "ok, life isn't THAT beautiful." Thus, Failedblog#2 came to an end. Failedblog#3 isn't really a failed blog at all, but just a random blog post stating how "things will be different, from now on!" and "I tried to make horchata and it failed! BLAH!" ...So actually, Failedblog#3 is really more like failed-horchata-blog-post-of-wonder-and-delight. The end (questionmark?).

Ok so that was an awful story. ANYWAYS, with my new addiction to Twitter, I decided that I might SOMETIMES have somewhat-but-not-really (I enjoy phrases that are over-hyphenated) interesting things to say.

So this is my fifth attempt at regular blogging. So I'm not making any promises.

Also, I like to start sentences with "so..." and "ok so...", and if that bothers you, then GET THE FUCK OUT' MAH BLOG!