Welcome, Children!

This blog post is dedicated to Squeezy-Cheese, for simultaneously being the most disgusting and yet the most amazing thing you will ever find in a can.

Hi! I'm Sage, and you're watching Fox News. Nah, just kidding. I don't do horror films.

I started this blog because I started the eighth grade. They kind of started together. Be warned! This is not one of those blogs that are just diary entries. I actually don't care about all that. I'd rather talk about more important things. Like the news. Or other stuff. (It's kind of sad that I can't even think of any examples right now. Don't judge me.)

And yeah, I probably will talk about myself a bit. But not too much. Hopefully. Every once in a while, my teenage instincts take over, like "YES, they they want to hear about what colour you painted you nails!" or "YES, they want to know that you're not Canadian, even though you spell 'colour' with a 'u'!" or "YES, they want to hear about that time you murdered an innocent child in their sleep!" It's times like those that I have to say, "You're just horomones. How can you talk?" And then they say "Oh, no reason, I just.... Greg, she's on to us!" and run off. And then two minutes later, one comes out of the bathroom like, "Hey guys, I just took a.... Guys? Did they just--? Why didn't they give me the signal? THEY SAID THEY WOULD GIVE ME THE SIGNAL!"

Okay, maybe it doesn't happen exactly like that. Close enough.

For now, I bid you farewell, Internetties.

Sage