A much needed update

Well, I am updating this blog. Finally. I had some things worth mentioning I think. I got a hair cut, my first job interview is tomorrow at 3:55, I may possibly be emancipated so I can join the Army National Guard, my mom was almost evicted until my grandma bitched at my uncle to help pay for the rent because he lives here too. Yeah. If I know you I will go into more detail on that. Well, T.T.F.N Soviet Americans!

The Boy Who Lived

Well Soviet Americans, I have been really busy these past couple weeks, so I couldn't update much. I went to West Virginia with my grandma for two weeks. I was out of contact with the interwebs for two weeks of HELLL!!!! Not really that dramatic, it was actually a much needed break. I'll add more to this when I think of it. For now comrades, welcome back to Soviet America!

Eric the Red

Well, it seems Eric's house has turned into my home away from home. His parents are so nice. We are both so random, it's never boring. We always get pop from Dairy Mart. We're pretty much regulars now. We've gone to the flea market 9001 times, and yet still find great deals on the most random things. Todays find was John Lenin glasses. They were a dollar each and we got a matching pair. They actually have decent UV protection and such too. Its good that Eric has a job, so I have someone to mooch off of. I pay for things when I have money, so it's all good I guess. Besides, I'm still looking for a job. Keep trying I guess. All in all, fairly good week. Andrewski from Soviet America, signing out.

Long needed update.

Well, Soviet Americans, I feel as if I abandoned you. I apologize, it's just that nothing interesting has really happened. I hung out with Eric, were going to the mall this week, I "found" some porcelain tea cup in my possession after it "fell off a truck" at the Japanese grill. I'll post more pics this time, as it would save me from writing a thousand words. Eric, if your reading this, IT'S A CANDLE HOLDER OMG!!!





We don't know what these are, they're simply known as "The Pylons".



Close up of my ill begotten gains.



Old car me and Eric saw downtown, across from Dairy Mart.

That's all Soviet Americans, this is Comrade Andrewski, signing out.

Adventures in Soviet America

We had quite a week in Soviet America. Many adventures, lots of excitement, and most of all, tons of FIREPOWER! I went on to the zoo, amish country, a train ride, on safari, a graduation party, and a confederate prisoner of war camp. I took a lot of pictures, which I will post below.





You can see the jellyfish blood lawls



My trusty steed.



The worlds largest horse drawn buggy.





The Hogwarts Express.
.



Think an animal sticking a head it your car is cute? It isn't when it's a water buffulo which I don't seem to have a pic of anymore





Your not allowed to hump on the Hogwarts Express.




The train destination was some dead presidents tomb.




Finally, me with an SKS

I found the road I was meant to be on. I think.

Today I almost lost someone close to me. Kylie.  I've done some things recently that really pissed her off.  Including but not limited to purposely making her mad.  I want to send a shout out to you, Gen, and Anthony.  You all mean the world to me.  Clinton, well, you will always be you. eh?  I just want you to know that I don't hate you.  That much. I'm sorry to be all mushy on you, comrades, but I have hit a fork in the road.  And in Soviet America road fork you if you choose wrong.  I just hope I am strong enough to walk the path I have chosen.  I can't even begin to describe how important my friends have been to me these past few hours.  Without Ant and Gen I don't think Kylie would still be talking to me. Kylie, I just want you to know that I really do care.  A whole fucking lot.  Your the best thing since Marx, and I mean that.  All I want is you, and no one else.  I'm going to stop starting fights on purpose, because you mean that much to me.  I honestly, with all my fucking heart will.  I don't know how to reiterate that more. Plus, the grammAR errors will stop. All mistakes are my own, no excuses. The buck stop here.  It doesn't matter why I fucked up, just that I did, and I'm ready to admit that, I am moving on.  This is Premier Andrewski, from Soviet America, signing out.

The muses are finally off strike.

In Soviet America, Muses work through you. Okay, that was corny, but today in Soviet America, aka my world/life, the muses are at work. As they should be. I'm dedicating this entry to my recent poetry I've wrote. I'm skeptical, as I am with all my work, and need opinions and constructive criticism. This first one is Attack!

Strike! Raise my fist to the Aryan nation,
Kiss freedom goodbye, its on vacations,
March in step, keep your head down,
Don't let the Fuhrer see your frown.

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Strike forth across the land,
I burn, I pillage,
scortching every meter of earth,
every village,
Plunder the gold and silver,
Fuck Mother Earth, I'm the one who killed her

Red sun on red blood,
mixed with dirt and mud,
the land has been clensed in Fuhrer's name,
things will never be the same

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Enemys on all sides,
no one cares who lives and who dies,
just gotta make it to the end of the day,
got no time to love or play,

Strike fear into the enemy,
at least the one I see,
must kill them, its either them or me,
This is the only law that makes sense to me.

I am a weapon, bred for war,
this is the only thing of which I am sure,
life has no meaning for save to end,
it would be no use for me to pretend,

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

Plunge myself into hell,
Will I survive? God knows damn well.
Unstopable, can't kill a machine,
somthing this cold or something this mean.
I strike too hard, I strike too keen.
Wall of bodies in front of me,
streching as far as I can see.
Lets see how much pain we can inflict,
lets make the bleed.

Attack! It's all I know,
this is war, not a show,
Attack! It's all I feel,
Don't know my friends,
who's fake and who's real.

And that is all she wrote. This is Andrewski from Soviet America, signing out.