My blog sucks.

Well, I suppose if I want to continue on this "one post a month" trend I should write something, as October is nearing it's end.

It just so happened that for the previous few months I had one day in there somewhere where I thought of something in particular I could write a blog about. Not so this month. So who knows what's going to happen. Maybe this is a mark of the end of an era. Four posts... (I almost wrote "poast" again)... I had a pretty good run. Except they weren't all that good, either, so not really.

I should write a post (Seriously. Try to type "post" without first typing "poast". I don't think it can be done.) using as many lame and overused words as possible that I can think of. It will be one of the most annoying blog posts (postas) you've ever read. Or maybe it will be very similar to conversations you have daily with friends.

So on Saturday I went to see Mumford & Sons and it was totes one of the most epic concerts I've ever been to. There was this totally random moment with a lady that was really awkward where she put her hand on my knee to sort of lean on as she stood up to let someone out of the aisle, and then she realized what she was doing and we had a pretty good laugh about it. It was legit. Then the opening band played and they were so epic that I wanted to buy their cd, but I didn't have any cash. Fail. Then at the end of the night I left my umbrella in the aisle and didn't realize until I left the building. Epic fail.

... Okay, I can't go on like that any longer.

Mumford & Sons, I have to say, was not epic, because unfortunately the term epic doesn't really mean what it should anymore. Everything is epic; funny stories are epic, that movie was epic, that time Carl drank four frostys was so epic.

Mumford & Sons were amazing. I was blown away. If I said they were epic, I would be cheapening how good they were, because I can not call Mumford & Sons epic when someone else is calling a youtube video epic. It's not the same thing.

I continued on a little rant about some of the other words in there and why it annoys me when people say them, but then I deleted it. No one wants to read this as I go on pretentiously talking about words and what they mean and why people should or shouldn't say them. Heck, say whatever the crap you want. I'm not God. Except don't say the eff word at my camp unless you're prepared to write lines.

This is boring. I'm bored now.

Sorry this post (paost, followed by poast) was so lame.

Here is the picture of a zombie that I drew on my Etch-A-Sketch that I mentioned before:

I don't really like it anymore. When I did it I thought it was cool and funny, but now it scares me a little bit.