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.