Disappointment all around (not least because I couldn't remember how to spell disappointment)...

I was hoping that tomorrow should be the second time ever that I could watch an episode of Midsomer Murders all the way through, due to the school collapsing in on istelf from sheer stupidity. Alas it was not to be: I have an appointment at £:$% that lasts !% minutes and MM starts at $:)).
Mystery shows suck when you miss the beginning.
On another note that isn't in code form, I may have lost my American audience by being pro-family values, which is a shame since I was hoping Bear Taboo: The Graphic Novel should become a hit in the U.S.A. But I apologise for nothing.
Except the Benny conspiracy.
(Really really sorry about that).

The truth...

Ok, this has gone on long enough! I was raised a Christian, and an honest Christian I'll die. I'll lie no more: I saw Benny with the devil.
I mean, Benny's ill. He probably won't last the night, and so now's as good a time as any (and better than most) to tell you...he's a fraud.
Yes, the rumours you heard of a Benny conspiracy were right.
*Sigh* The original Benny was lost the night after you guys first heard about him- we found a replacement bean, and all of you were none the wiser. But, you deserve to know the truth, and there you have it.
If you want to leave, I'll understand- most 'cause it's the end of the post and you have better things to be doing.

THE TRUTH ABOUT THE COMICS INDUSTRY!!

First post, but why now?

Umm...Ok, here's the deal. I'm officially 16 years and one day old today, and I realised I must've set up twenty different websites for myself over the years and never kept to one for more than a month: I either got bored or just forgot. So here's my pledge: I'm going to keep this blog for one year with at least one update a week (unless something major comes up). If I'm still interested in a year I may continue this or I might just shut it down. We'll see. Of course, this won't always be easy- my sister is like Mary Poppins on steroids. Magic steroids. If she put her mind to it, she could swim the atlantic ocean in under an evening. And, her being her (yeah that makes sense), she'd decided to put this unnatural determination into her schoolwork: she wants to be a vet, and so got five As at AS level. But this means that my parents have started to wonder why yours truly isn't a genius (is that even how you spell genius??) and so have said I need study rotor (yet again, spelling?), meaning I'll have even less time than before and will become a mindless drone.
Oh well, I don't know if anyone will read this, but meh, now anyone who does will know the deal.
See ya when next I update!