Bored, as usual

Why do you all go to bed so early?? This results in me having no one to talk to. I'm pretty sure there's someone still online, but due to a SECRET SCREEN NAME they are succeeding in not talking to me. And I have no one to call anymore because, coincidentally, the person with this secret name has "gone to bed" because they have to "get up early". I refuse to believe you. I bet you are still online. *Sigh* Meanwhile everyone else has put on their nighttime away messages and I am left reading them repeatedly, as though expecting them to change. It really is boring. I'm too tired now to continue playing DDR, which I did until about 1. Then my dad yelled at me and my brother tried to tell me what to do, resulting in anger, threats, and revenge by being on the phone against my dad's and brother's wishes. My brother kept trying to get the computer from me. I told him he shouldn't be up this late anyway. Then he goes, "You're playing DDR anyway." I informed him that inbetween songs I enjoy talking to people. He is too stupid to know that I was not actually talking to anyone. So, in the fight for the computer, I won. Hehe, I always win. They are asleep now, and, as I've already pointed out, am very bored. I think I'll go edit my profile.Oh my gosh. I just made up the stupidest quote ever. Actually, it almost sounds like one of those Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy on SNL. Here it is: "If you see a cat and the cat is on fire and then that fire spreads to a nearby car and the car bursts into flames, and you're the only person around, I think you should run, because someone might think you're responsible for the cat being on fire."Jebus I'm bored. Okay, found the real Deep Thoughts. Here are some of the ones that make me laugh out loud.Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.It's true that every time you hear a bell, an angel gets its wings. But what they don't tell you is that every time you hear a mouse trap snap, and Angel gets set on fire.I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on. Okay, I am done. Maybe I've amused someone else. Well, I'm pretty tired now. I guess I'll go off to bed. Night!