You know, Conor,

I actually shed a tear. But it's from being up for twenty hours straight, which sucks, by the way. Though damn, twenty. As to you writing, I have mixed feelings that I'll keep to myself until I see any of your writing. Maybe do a trial run with some facebook notes?

Hello, everyone. I thought I'd bring in some content today, by discussing everyone's favorite thing. You know, that one thing that you all know, that you all love and occasionally watch on screen.

That's right, today's post is about pokemon.

Has anyone ever considered how big ash's balls must be (metaphorically speaking, of course. Hear me out.)? This kid sets off, aged ten, with a rat that has power over lightning, and tackles dinosaurs, fire-breathing dragons, deities that control time, magical beasts that can alter reality, birds made of fire, ghosts, psychic freaks, living rocks, genetically engineered superbeasts, and more. These sights would terrify you sane humans, and yet this kid is willing to take them on, with little more than a brilliant strategic mind and a hard-earned arsenal of creatures he keeps in little scientific wonder balls. (Pun intended).

If even a garados were to show up, humanity would be on site with a tank, a reporter, a crazy college student, three apache attack helicopters, an infantry platoon and a bob marley tribute band. Mostly the military forces. They'd cut the fuckin' thing up and try and do shit with it. The kind of response would be justified, I mean, this is a sea serpent that can launch monthereffin' lasers out of it's mouth, create whirlpools, and undergo freakishly intense bouts of evolution.

And this ten year old kicks its ass.

I salute you, Ash Ketchum, for being the second best sacked man on the planet.

I would, however, love to see all the animals on earth spontaneously replaced with pokemon. I'd ride a freakin' dragon to school, and shit. Twould be dope.

Journal time? I went to a bitchin' party today, with nerf, cake, soda, LAN parties, halo, MW2, and bad singing. Epicly dope.

Short and sweet. I love you, readers.