Some Say Vendetta, I Say Bruchetta!

I do not care if what I said in my title does not make sense and who really cares about spelling. Would it matter if the promise I made in my title would attract super life. During my thinking, I realized the purpose to make a vendetta was set a proposal against something.
So, I decided to make a great proposal against the day that I think sounds horrifying to the tips of my ears. Wednesday. Woh!
Everybody was expecting Monday, but literally it is Wednesday and always has been for a while. True, youth groups and most church events happen on, besides Sunday, Wednesday. I have nothing against church groups, events or any group that is awesome and meets on Wednesday. I just have never had much luck on Wednesdays because of the feeling of stress dropping on my shoulders. As my first degree in the affectionate proposal to rip apart the day of Wednesday.
You would expect to me to go over what my proposal against Wednesday will be. Instead, I want to explain why those Wednesdays have been tearing apart my freedom.
On Wednesdays, back in the olden days, I would be stressed because I would have to help do a paper route. I was only paid two bucks, but I was only so young and did not think big. Instead, I stuck with it and then decided to get my own paper route. After so long, it strained me to even see the papers being brought up my driveway. RAWRGH!
Later on, other strains started to pick up by adding tests and quizzes as regulars during the week. I never want to hold another paper route, but I think it definitely set my views on hard work.
Unfortunately, I cannot blame Wednesday for doing all bad to me. Instead, I have to hate it as the same time as respecting it because it gave me a strong value. Although my background comes from strength and determination, I need to do something to make Wednesday a day to hate throughout all time. Everybody should have the busiest day of the week be Wednesday because it is halfway through the week and usually includes most classes for students who are in college. It just seems to accumulate locally and nationally on a figurative level.
I am glad to say that this is the end of this short blog, but to be used as a template of insanity. My sentences were not organized and neither were my faces.
Yes, my faces.

Happy Birthday,

Alex Lang, jokes 'r us

Possibly going to be setting up a lamp.