You walk along the solemn Chicago streets, hustling along the dirty, scuffed sidewalks. A piece of newspaper floats by, lit by the bright, silver moon. Your beautiful fiancee walks beside you. Its a late night. Both of you have no work tomorrow; because its Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiday Night!

*curtain opens, lights swing in a focus on a small, wooden stage. A tall man with black, curly hair walks out.*

Thankyou, ladies and gentleman! Welcome to our first night here at the Midnight Moon!

*applause from the multiple dinner tables seated around the stage*

I see we have quite a few people out here tonight. Breaks almost over, folks, its our last weekend. I felt like it was time to really shake things up before we get back into the rat race! This, as our first, live, televised show, is a real important one. Who do we have here tonight, Barry? That's right folks, we have, just for you, the one and only, Knight! Give him a hand!

*A swaggy man walks on stage(I would give you more, but it would put the wrong image in your head)*
*More applause. Someone shout*

Evening, folks.

*A man upfront decides to let loose*

Well, I guess that's what you get when you come to the Windy City!

*roaring laughter*
*Knight chuckles to himself*

Seriously though, I did come here for a purpose. You see, I was looking at my calendar, and I found out that in only 3 days, it will be January 7th. And that, my friends, is the first day of school. Until the next holiday, which happens to be Spring Break. I don't know about you, but thats quite a while. So, I thought it would be nice to get a little laughter going, and provide myself with a writing oppurtunity. So from now until ever, every Friday night, I will be hosting FNS!

*thunderous applause. A lady whistles*

Now down to the real stuff.

*A light laugh comes*

I'm new to this website. Not necessarily to the idea, but to the actual function of the whole. I've noticed the little corners and niches, and the amazing users I've found in those holes. I've noticed the good things, and the somewhat annoying things. The bad things too. But then, there's the absolutely, world-destroying, cake-eating horrible creations that we call; Server Maintenance pages.

Now, I usually spend a large chunk of time writing blogs. I put hours into making a texture pack. And when I update it, I expect to see the thing update. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand? It doesn't! When this happens, and I can't necessarily blame the site operators for it, but when this happens, I can be mad. I write the blog, and I click "Save", and it just so happens the server is now down for maintenance. Hopefully they can repair my computer after I feed it through a shredder.

I love this place. I really do. The users are friendly most of the time, and the moderators are considerate, legible, and usually make sense. But there is one thing I have never understood. I feel embarassed for asking. What did Paril do? I mean really? I have never seen anything that Paril did wrong. This is an amateur who has no idea what the joke is. Is it just a beatup on the Super Admins, or did the guy really do something wrong? I mean, I've even seen Twitter posts go "My washing machine just drowned my cat. #Blame Paril". I mean really? Give the guy some breathing space, I say.

Most of you know what dubstep is, right? Its an odd combination of electronica and very deep bass. No lyrics. I try and control myself when listening to it, I really do. I'll be doing some homework, and turn it on. All is good. I'm writing a math problem, and suddenly, even though I swear I didn't do it, my hands go wub wub wub WEEEE wub wub wub and start moving in weird patterns. I stare at my hands "WOAH! You okay there? You look a little... tripped out". They usually say something like Bwuuuuuuuuu Boo Boo Beeeaooooo BRAAAH. Then my legs get in on the action. After a little while, I find myself standing up, convulsing like a wet chihuahua. Its worth it.

You guys game outside of Minecraft? Most of you do. I am almost entirely a PC gamer. I only own this computer. Basically, its my only possession besides an old pair of gray shorts that are now rusty colored because of the sweat. I'm a little new to the larger scale of games, although its a certain theme that I play in. 2D action-adventure or 3D freeroam games are pretty much the only genre I will play. I can settle for old FPS though. I enjoy the Half Life series(except for the jump mechanics. Grrrg) and occasionally settle in for the Doom series. Still yet to download Quake. Anyways, the punchline is coming up. All of my friends criticize me for being short-sighted with gaming. I just say that I'm a bit 2 dimensional. HAHAHA I made a funny.

To make up for the destitution of the last paragraph, I will now make an actual joke. I'll give you a run-through of my average day. My mom, being the understanding parent she is, puts me to bed at 8:30. Yep. I have insomnia, not because I can't fall asleep, but because I stare at the ceiling daydreaming about making jokes until I knock myself out at 11:30. I go to sleep. Not much happens between 11:30 and 6:00 in the morning. I wake up at six normally so I can get ready for school, and so that the beast below me in the bunk bed, commonly known as a little sister, does not wake up. I walk out to the kitchen to find my cereal refreshingly empty with the bag still in it. I settle for Oats and Gran because I'm too lazy to make scrambled eggs. The milk is also empty, after I pour my cereal. I subsist on cereal by itself this morning, with a full glass of lukewarm water. Yum. I finally wake up about this point and decide to do my geometry homework. This takes about 15 minutes, wherein I am told to do the cat box, make my lunch, and sweep the floor. Then I start my geometry homework. It is now 7:27, 5 minutes before I leave to get on the City Bus. I decide to do my geometry at school and pack my backpack. I run out the back door because the front door is annoying to close, and remember that my lunch is still in the fridge. I run down the street to the bus stop at 7:35. The bus arrives, after noticing that I am standing on the bus bench because it was stupidly built directly under a tree that prevents the driver from seeing me. I get on the bus and pay the driver. We engage in the usual morning attempted greetings. I say hi about 0.1 seconds before he says it, making us both feel awkward. I go ahead and sit on the third row back, preferably on the side that does not have the old fat guy who is on the bus every morning for no apparent reason. I ride the bus to school, making sure to raise my butt when a bump is coming up so my head doesn't go slamming into the window. I stumble off the bus and nearly trip and fall climbing down the stairs. Luckily, instinct saves me and I successfully mumble goodbye to the driver because he already said bye to my friend who also gets off. I walk down the driveway to my school, purposefully walking on the ice, even though I know I will slip and almost fall. I slip and fall. Only a few certain kids are here this early in the morning. A few teachers are still yet to arrive. I walk into my World History room and slap down my backpack onto my normal seat. The teacher welcomes me, and then starts talking about his opinion on 15th century Bavarian music. I politely wait for him to finish, leave the room, only to step back into the room because I realize he is still talking. I wait for a slight pause in his paragraph and usually leave him rambling to himself. I walk out and nearly run into the school weirdo. Today, he is wearing a normal outfit, for him atleast; suspenders, a bowtie, and a plaid shirt, as well as a hat with multiple buttons on it. I glance hello, and then immediately set a course for the nearest exit. Realize that I have skipped 3 grades; this kid is 16, a sophemore, and I am in the same grade with him. Yet, I am 13 and 2 feet shorter. I walk outside and find the Student President leaning on the railing. He is a senior and gives me the evil eye to remind me that although you may be smart, I am the tallest kid in the school and coach of the basketball team. I can also solve Rubix cubes in 15 seconds. Cross me, and I will shove both up your butt. I walk back across the driveway and wait for some of my larger friends to show up. I see my junior friend Robbie, and we have a quick laugh about Skyrim before he leaves with his girlfriend. I resume pacing in front of the school. One of my other friends arrives; I walk with him across the driveway before realizing he is too tired to communicate correctly, and resume pacing in front of the school. By this time it is nearly class. I walk back in with one of the female freshmen, who are one year older yet one grade lower. This makes things... touchy for me. I walk into the World History again. The teacher is usually still talking. I sit down and the school day begins.

*the audience is silent. A man coughs into his cup of carbonized apple juice*

Are we entertained? I said a full day, you morons. Not done yet.

My mom picks me up directly in front of school in a Subara Outback. Not too bad, although it could do without her waving to me from the end of the driveway, out of the car. I get back in the car, and she asks how my day went. I answer fine, although this is only correct about 2% of the time. I usually only discuss with myself how the day went; it ends better and takes less time. Not to mention there is less throwing-of-cats. I get home, after stalling my way through a conversation, and immediately run back into my house. The door opens, I throw my backpack in the first possible direction, and grab my computer case. I dash into the living room, set the machine up on the table, and am nonexistent until about 8:00. I am reminded to eat dinner, or get none later. I leave the computer, with the headset still dangling in the air, grab a bagel, a glass of milk, and some cheese, and sit back down. Voila. At exactly 8:30, I get off the computer, put it into its case, and walk into the bathroom to wash up. I flip the toothpaste out of its holder, throw the brush to my other hand in an astonishing acrobatic feat, and proceed to watch as the toothpaste lands in the garbage can. Luckily, it was closed. I brush my teeth, jump into bed, jump like a ninja over the railing, and hit my knee on the edge. I fall into bed in pain, and lie staring at the ceiling until 11:30.

*one man in the back claps*

How generous.

*some people began to stand up. The bar slowly empties, until only the janitor remains, picking up toothpicks with the olives still speared on them*
*A voice comes over the speakers*

You can go now, Knight.

*Knight waves up at the box, bows, and steps down off the stage. He strolls down the row of tables, trips on a stool, does a nifty little spin, and grabs a drink before smiling and walking through the door*

Sigh. Thankyou for coming, ladies and gentleman. Tune in next Friday night to see another live performance. Here's Barry, signing off. Good night, and Great Morning.

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