Breakdancin

I'm learning how to break dance. Yes, I am. Next year my highschool's musical is Footloose. And that means I have to learn how to breakdance; they go hand in hand.

It's a nice relationship but I'm missing.

Yay. I'm sixteen years old...
Yay.
Now to the exciting stuff.
This really strange thing happened. I was waiting for a ride home, just sitting there like most people sit. And I was singing because I was happy like normal. And I was sitting and singing and I was happy. I probably looked like this:

And I was singing and singing and then... WHAM out of the 4th dimension I fall asleep.

So I'm asleep at the tree, which is probably illegal. And then the rest of my life was ruined by a dream, but I'm not going tell you what it was. But I will draw a picture.

It was horrifying and I just kinda made the volcanoes up.

But I learned an important lesson that day. LIFE IS IMPORTANT because anyone could get attacked any second by anything. You should treat life like each day could be your last because something is hungry.
So I wrote more of my famous poetry about this:

     When doing nothing, nothing is done
    But somone or something else is doing something

   For you

 Because they are hungry.

Gettin it done, for your own life

Cause you can get ahead and SURVIVE