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.
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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.

This is just pure gold.

I said I was going to update weekly, but yesterday and this morning were too good to be true. I went to McDonald's for breakfast with my uncle this morning.  I got a biscuit and gravy with a ice mocha McCafe.   It was rather good, the McCafe was slightly on the bitter and rich side but I like my coffee like that so I didn't mind.  I lost my phone when I got home.  I thought I threw it away with the McDonald's trash.  So here I am up to my elbows ins coffee grounds and old cans and shit, looking for my phone.  I finally got frustrated and decide to take a break and relax on the computer.  I had an idea.  Google my phone.   So I went into Google and typed "where is my phone".  It actually worked.  The first result was www.wheresmycellphone.com/. I clicked it and typed in my phone number, and I heard my phone vibrate, I normally keep it on vibrate because it never leaves my pocket or my hand and I think ringtones are obnoxious. So I go to were I hear it vibrate, it turns out I put it on the counter in my bathroom, because I had to piss like a motherfucking race horse when I got home from McDonald's So in essence, Google found my phone.

I was up till three last night playing Second Life with Kylie, having gotten on at like ten in the morning and playing most of the day.  Jill and Anthony were on earlier with me. Anthony introduced me to www.xstreetsl.com, and I have fallen in love.  I have gotten so many free items off of there, it's ridiculous.  When I met up with Kylie, I was wearing my armor tech suit, and she instantly asked me were I got it.  I told her and for like a half hour she did nothing but shop. I also met her friend, whose name escape me, but her last name was Nightfire or something of that nature. We talked a little while Kylie shopped.  After Kylie was done we went and explored the caves and castle of SL, discovering a couple cool places such as a bed randomly placed on a roof. It was exciting to say the least.  I told Kylie how my uncle was planning on taking me to Florida this summer, and we agreed we would try and meet up. I am looking forward to this very much.

I'm on my lame computer, but I'm on opera so I don't have to worry about spelling mistakes. Yay build in spellcheck! I didn't see any spelling or grammer errors in my last entry, so perhaps my paranoia was unfounded. I'll just wait till someone points them out. When Kylie had to get off she told me Clinton's mom was a newspaper delivery person.  I found this amusing, but didn't say anything because I am lacking in the steady employment area.  After paying for my McDonald's today, I have 75$ left to my name, plus change. I'm proud of myself for saving my money this much and not blowing it all.  Well, I'm out of things to say. This is Andrewski from Soviet America, signing off.

PS: Anthony pointed out something.  We made a giant penis, and he made it glow.  I like to wear and chase after other SL residents, for the lawls.

A fresh start!

Well, Kylie has me curious. I'm starting a blog. I doubt anyone will read it, but whatever. Maybe someone will find my mundane existance interesting. Kylie got me to try Second Life. It was actually entertaining. I ran around with a dick and e-raped people, until I got told off by one of my victems. My avatar is all jacked up. I messed with it and deleted some of the default settings. Hopefully it can be fixed. Me and Kylie had a romantic walk on the beach. We both found amusement in the fact that this was the closest I've ever come to getting laid with her. This is of course after our tree house adventures. I'm immature sometimes, what can I say? Back to the real world.

My sister Meagan got caught sneaking out. This is of course, after she bought a pregnancy test as a joke. Sometimes I wonder about that girl. I have a Monster Java, Irish blend. I havn't had an energy drink in about a week so it's a treat. Kellie was making musical instruments out of root beer bottles. Due to my love of all things root beer, she dumped all the root beer into a single glass. There was like four bottles in one cup, I was like I can't drink all this! I didn't want to waste it so I drank a quarter in put it into the fridge.

Well, thats about all I think I can share for now. Pardon me for all the spelling and grammer mistakes, as I am not a writer, nor do I play one on TV. I will update this probably once a week or so, so stay tuned! This is Andrewski, from United Soviet Socialist Republic of America, signing off.