Try going to a doctor and let him/her check your eyes! You got some crumbs stuck there. And that's why you can't SEE the coolness that is Wayne McConville. I'm sure you'd like to eat those extra crumbs anyway..

I mean really. Making a journal entry about how stupid Julie Stern is, is awesomely awesome. But changing your target to me and Anna? Not hot dude. Just stuff that mouth of yours with cake, just shut up.

I want to tell Anna how I really feel. All of it. It's more than 'I like her'. I'm getting mushy.

Problem is, I don't know how. I'm not good at these things. I need professional help. But I know Anna would appreciate anything, as long as it's real, from the, ugh, I don't want to say it..heart. *dies*


Seriously..that 'I want to tell her' part.

I don't know what to DO.

^ See that? Someone actually made that for me. That's how crazy girls are about me. The pic there is one of my pictures back when I was just in 1st year HS. That's because I don't give away my hot important pics so easily.



^ A part of a vid. With me, the greatest person in the world.


Okay, enough of this, I'm logging off. I can't show you too much, you'll just die of happiness. And I don't want to be blamed for it.


(OOC: Credits to JoeJonasLuver12345_2008 and Caker219 from photobucket.com)

Ooh, Wayne said he hated this project and now he's typing some more.

Just shut up and listen.

I'm tired of girls following me. There was this one really weird girl who bumped me at the hall yesterday. It wasn't funny. She kept saying she was right. Well, she isn't. 'Cause I'm ALWAYS right. I'm perfect. I'm awesome. What's dumb is, she thinks she'd get my attention like that. Dream on, weirdo. She said sorry, but she still pressed that I also bumped her. Liar. Wayne NEVER goes wrong. She even followed me to the cafeteria. Talk about obsessed. Maybe I'm just too cool to ignore. But still...I don't know what to do with my poor fans. I can't waste my time with girls who're so desperate and crazy, that a strand of my hair is treasure to them. Not that it isn't true or anything...

I just deserve more than screaming obsessed girls. But I can't change how hot I am. And I never will. This is just part of...let's say..trials in life. I can't help being cool and handsome, you know.

Hey. I just thought about this after looking staring at my new brothers, Keith and Ken for two hours straight.

So, to all of you who wishes to see more pics of my awesome self, I shall grant it. I'll show you pics of me when I was younger, advancing to a new super handsome level.

At first I looked like a weak weenie, but you have to admit, I was kinda cute, I'm still cute now, of course. Much cuter, though. Who wants to hug little Wayne? :



Then, a nerd passed by our house and randomly possesed me. He was jealous of me. Still, he wasn't that powerful, 'cause my uber cool face remained untouched :



Ok, let's go to the teenage part. This is a pic when I was 15.

Whoa, look at that. Am I hot or what? :



And here I am now :



As awesome as ever. I'm sure many of you guys' eyes are popping out. Believe me or not, it's hard being my cool self. Girls chase me, boys turn into gays, and join the girls and dogs chase me. But I'll never exchange my good looks for a million dollars, my good men and women. NEVER.

Some applause, please! Thank you, thank you! Aw, shucks. I'm sure you loved my show. Well, that's it for now, folks.







 

Great. Just great. First Robert. Now me? Who gave the teachers the right to order and force people around? The principal? Ha! He's just another normal human who loves blasting people's eardrums. School project. What's the purpose of talking to yourself here? I guess I'm just posting this to vent. I already complained to all my friends, and I still want to complain, so yeah, I'm doing it here.

Mom's pregnant. With twins. I'm kinda excited. I'm weird.

Be back later, gotta feed Scoob and Shagg.