The Dolphin vs. The LC

"Meow!" Bobber cheered as he tried to catch the hoppping dust bunnies. Bobber had a rocky relationship with the dust bunnies, and it was hard to figure out whether they were friends or if he was trying to eat them. LC had given up trying to figure Bobber out, thus she was snoozing atop Brian's blue chair. "GUYS! GUYS!" Brian bursted as he yelled through the door. Bobber stopped abusing the poor inanimate dust bunnies and got a wild look in his eyes. LC started to leave, for any time Bobber got a wild look it usually meant that something was going to be pounced on, and nine times out of ten, that something was her. "The military is in cohoots with the dophins!" LC stopped dead in her tracks. If there was one animal she hated it was dolphins. Because of dolphin safety, her favorite brand of tuna went up by a substantial percent. Most would find this heartless, but considering that Anti-LC, lord of all dolphins alledgeadly sent wave after wave of suicidal emo dolphins just to piss her off, her anger was justified. "We need to stop them! Fake scientific studies say that 1 out of 5 dolphins are pure evil! If they get a hold of nuclear submarine they could destroy liberty, justice, Kate Botello, or worse..." "Meow?" "That's right LC. And if they do kill the cast of Instant Star, what will we watch on friday nights?" "Meow" "You've got to be kidding me, LC! Degrassi? That's a new low" "Me-ow" "I don't care how many awards it's won, that doesn't stop it from being drama-ridiculus." "Hmph" LC sauntered away, most likely to her secret lair to do away with Anti-LC and the rest of the emo dolphins. "MROW!" said Bobber as he pounced on Brian's sock. Brian should have known by that look that something was going to be pounced. and one time out of ten that something was an inanimate object that belonged to Brian. In this case, it was Brian's foot(which normally was animate, but had fallen asleep).

Forward

Brian sat down at a computer. He had just finished a stupid essay for english about a memory that has impacted life. Unfourtunatly for Brian, he has no life, there for, nothing can impact it. Not to mention that he has no interesting expirences that he could write on. He would have done the other assignment on writing down his physical descriptions, but his hair was very sad today and didn't want to be commented on. "Sniffle..." said his hair. "Uggg..." Said Brian In the previous weeks, Brian realized that his second blog would need to be perfect. His old blog was a testament to the times("AHH!" Brian screamed as a ball point pen flew across the room. He knew much about ball point pens, and because of his blog being such a testament, everyone did) so his new blog would have to be spectacular. No more posts starting with "I'm bored". "I'm Bored" is a very complex sentence. Not really, but time was runing out on Brian's english class and he needed to wrap this up quickly. Brian liked verbs(except for to mingle, but that is another story for another time), and how he ever loved pronouns("I" espicially"). But something needed to change. "I've got it!" Said Brian in his inside voice. "I'll chnage the person!" From then on, Brian Is Irked will be a third person blog.

You mean they were right there?!

Brian had just written a beautiful story full of mystery, intrigue, and another word. As he was about to publish, he realized that blogger was going to post this on his Society Sucks blog. This blog was a testament of the times(actually, considering he only posted to it once, it is more of a testament to a time). But alas, it was a political blog, and this post had nothing to do with politics, unless you count buying D list celebrities political. Which he doesn't. "UGG! THAT BITCH" Katie screeched. Aparently some poor waitress had the undesirable opportunity to answer one of Katie's question. "'No we do not take reservations on the weekend!' Such an attitude! Now I'm all frustrated!" Brian went back to his typing. He had just narrowly averted publishing a post on his political blog that he never uses. He decided that it would be fun to go there for old times sake, but he would find would be shocking... "EGADS!" Brian said. "All my old blog posts!"

Kate Botello+Bobber=HOLY CRAP!

There he was. Sitting in his living room listening to rather inappropriate 90s music. He was on his sisters laptop. Brian's mother had recently purchased wifi so he was finally able to acheive his dream of surfing the web(the only surfind he was able to do... well, that is) and watch crap on tv at the same time. Unfourtuantly, nothing good was on tv. Seindfeld was probably on somewhere, and Brian almost felt compelled to make a joke about syndication, but he resisted. This was a new blog, and that was old blog humour. Brian then started to think about what the difference between old blog humour and new blog humour was and realized that there was very little difference, except this blog was to be in all third person(sans the first post). So maybe dumb Seindfeld refrences are not to low brow for this blog... *ahem*, his sister coughed. She was sitting near him peering at the wonders of him typing. Truely an artist she thought. *ahem* she coughed again as she read the former line. *hmmph* Brian humbled. But there was news to talk about. Brian had been wikipedia-ing(truely a horror to be seen), when he stumbled upon Kate Botello's Home Page. She was a host of many a shows, and Brian longed for the days of watchting Tech TV in his basement on his futon as Milo, his now dead cat, hacked up a lung.] "I'm bored" said Katie. Aparently reminissing of dead pets just wasn't her thing. While giggling at silly picture of Kate Botello dressed up as some 1950s bimbo, he clicked on the contact link. "EGADS!" Brian gasped, as he read what he was the bullet points. "I know what I must do... buy, Kate, Botello!!!'