I...don't know

Okay, so my writer is on weed or something, because she can never write for me. I feel like a robot walking around with the self destruct button on his back poking out for the world to press. So bad. But hey, at least she cares enough about me to give me a life. That, I have. And I have Terran *cuddles with a teddy bear and fawns* Okay...maybe I don't have Terran, but one day, I will...or not. PKA is more unpredictable than Brendan Flowers when The Killers broke up. Just...all wrong.

Marriage? ...possibly

Okay, my dad went on a date with Terran's mom yesterday. That is both awesome and really weird. I mean, Terran's my best friend, but as brothers, there would be a lot of problems. First off, I'd have to live with this guy and I love him- I swear- but seriously, the boy's a slob. I am NOT okay with that. And he has a hamster. No. I have a cat. His name is Thomas Edison, but we call him Mr. Tomkins. He also is my ex-mortal enemy. Ex-mortal enemies don't make good roomates. At all.

They'd better not get married.

I mean it.

Nextly, my sister Jamie is laughing to me about how much she thinks that I should possibly go out with Terran. No. Our parents are now dating. What the hell? No. Besides, Terran would not have that at all seeing as we just had to team up and set aside our differences and passions and fight off a raving and insane sociopathic villian that wanted my head on a platter. He's a paranoid freak, right? Lol.

Since my life is no longer in danger, I'm like, "Hell, why not?" But Terran wants nothing to do with that unless he's, you know, climbing up my balcony and serenading me with Dave Mathews songs like I'm not a dude. I worry about him.

Hey, folks! (God, I sound like a tool...)

I'm Benjamin Christopher, I'm from Ohio and I'm a major Junjou Romantica/Egoist/Terrorist fan. Call me a wackjob, I know. My sister, Jen always goes, "What kinda dude likes yaoi?!" The good kind, Jen. The good kind.

I also watch, like, no television unless it's Harry Potter and Monty Python. If it's not British humor, I'm not watching it. Crap, I don't mean to sound stuck up, or snobbish or anything. And, Christ in Heaven, I am NOT a flying, retard-o queer kid who crossdresses and makes out with guys. Ick, no. I just live my life as if I'm not and it doesn't matter. But it does sometimes...ah-kay... my therapist/best friend/ won't be my fricken boyfriend told me that online blogging would help unclog my mind. It kind of does help. I don't feel that alone, I guess. Oh, crap. I'm off topic.

I...um...I like studying, I find it entertaining to see how much information I can cram into my head at once. I...like Panic! at the Disco a lot and Death Cab, but mostly Britney Spears. I know, shoot me, harpoon me with a seraph blade, but I love that bitch. I also enjoy classical music along with the usual, you know, pop culture and media stuff that all them kids my age like.

I am a Saggitarius. Yeah, woot woot. Go December birthdays. I get stiffed every year with presents, but that's cool. I like throwing parties and pretending to date cheerleaders and the like. I've got it down to a science- or at least that's what Terran says. (oh, and Terran's a Gemini! I looked it up and we're like totally compatable and he WON'T! FRICKEN! DATE ME!!)

I am currently wondering what he's doing, because he's not on AIM and doesn't have a Facebook, because he's trying not to be "mainstream". Screw that, I'm BACK IN THE TRAP! Sorry...Facebook club I'm in. I had to just jump up and say that, so I did.

I am...possibly boring like everyone, so I'm gonna sign off soon. Ah-kay. Bye. -_-