Intro and Rant 1: How Do You Like Them Apples?

I began randomly ranting on Skype because I was bored. I also enjoy leaving people in suspense that I am typing for a long time, and thus must have something important to say, when really, it is just random bits of stuff I come up with as I am typing. This was the first rant, and I assure you, they only get wackier from here.

I should just sit here and type really slowly so that the pencil thingy keeps moving and you guys wonder exactly what it is I am saying and why I am saying so much out of the blue. Yeah, that is a really good plan that I intend to persue because I am just bored enough to follow through with it, but not too bored as to do this for an extremely long time. So, without further ado, here is my long winded rant on nothing, a rant that will keep my pencil icon moving for a very very long time. A rant that will keep you guessing as to what I am saying. A rant, that will go down in history as the greatest rant in the world. It all began when I was a young boy growing up in the mountains of saskatewan, listening to the great lounge hits by unknown artists local to the region. Things progressed, as anything does in the sleepy mountain town, slowly, but with a rarified air of hope. Hope, that one day, I could climb the rant mountain, and deliver the greatest rant known to skype in the world. Hope, that the future generations of skype users would see how amazing such a great rant work of art can truly be. Hope. Hope is the key to a great rant. Without hope, a rant is hollow, weak, and unable to be a powerful piece of time wasting magic. No, within this rant, you will find more hope than Obama could ever supply. More hope than anything that anyone else can do, because rants are magic. So, without continuing to go further and fruther on this tangent, I think I have clarified everything perfectly and can now proceed to deliver this rant unto you. So, here. We. Go. Oops, I was interrupted briefly by someone else asking me a question. He asked, "do you like apples?", and I impaled him with a sword, and asked him back, "how do you like THEM APPLES?!" It was glorious, and a wonderful sign of the great things to come with this great rant. So, now that I have successfully impaled someone, I feel I can finally begin to rant, and bring peace, freedom justice and security to my new empire. Oh, look at the time. Guess the rant will have to wait. I have to cook dinner. Well, that sucks. Of course everyone who knows me in the slenderverse thinks that I am going to cook mostaccioli for dinner, but in reality, I have no clue! I know, me, no clue, how is that possible? But, it is! So, I must now confer with the lovely TA to find out eactly what she would like for me to prepare for her and myself. I am sorry that I was unable to actually begin the rant. I know, you were really excited to know what it is I was going to say, but hey, maybe next time!