My Issues With Basic Subjects

.. This blog post's title was actually meant to be "my issues with my mom's cookies" but I said "man that's a lot of teasing, I should stop."..... HAHA, I got you right? I don't have a proper self control, to be honest with you. I mean c'mon, who on Earth has one these days? Well, I know someone in Mars with that ability but that's for another blog post.

Right now, I shall continue writing about how I came up with this ridiculous title. So yeah the first reason was totally a huge lie, so here's the truth: my mom HATES it when I name a blog post with even a letter in "c-o-o-k-i-e" since she knows they don't suck. Don't know why, my mom doesn't want to be famous to the internet's nets (hah) since I seriously doubt someone will actually read and comment to a blog post called this (you have to look up now.)... Thanks mom.
So yeah, I have some issues with basic subjects. And here we go. The first one's about Skulduggery (naturally).
Why does he have to be such amazing charmer? I mean, just look at him. Man, that guy's just natural. Yeah.

Second, is about Derek's blog. He makes some cool dog behaviour something cooler, that you think there should be a movie about it. Well there is a movie about a barking dog with all the good stuff like a pea sized brain, you should watch it, I think it's name was philip or something?... Anyways you got it.

(man, I can win an oscar about how I just used wrote philip correctly. Or did I? *concerned face*)
So anyways, and the last one goes to me. Yes. That's to you.
( Oh my mom just looked at my screen and I feel devastated. I'm sure she just smelled the cookie word here. Oh no what have I done? I wrote it again, ok ok, I'm alright. sigh.)

Why do you have to be perfect, me? Hah, I got you, I'm never perfect, bah. So here's the real one: Why do you have to be such a bossy when the subject goes to Van Gogh? I mean that guy's awesome and he has a twitter account. That's a way of proving awesomeness right? But everything aside, that guy's the only one who really understood life. The real heroes are the crazy ones at the end eh? Oh I like that quote.

So I shall leave your poor screens alone with a small note. Another gal in my class (who really is obsessed with paramore and skins and hunger games. That's why we're so alike),  wrote on twitter that she liked turtles. If she's reading this, I recommend her to read the bit about crazy people, ok, right everything ok, mom's not mad, phew! Yeah so I shall leave now, bye!