Charlie and The Voice

     My gosh, this blog is a disgrace! In his defense, Bebo’s been busy. I can’t say much for Hugo though. Why? Because I don’t know.
     Hugo has been in hiding for unknown reasons. Whereabouts: unknown. I say he’s being paranoid. He says… nothing! I’ve tried emails. And texting. Okay, I didn’t try very hard. But I figured he’s probably not at home, so a cell phone would be my best bet. Perhaps he is failing at technology. Again. Regardless, he is not writing on this blog, which appears to be the only way I can communicate with him. Maybe. And I haven’t seen him since HoboCon. It’s getting ridiculous.
     Bebo has a plausible alibi. But he can tell you all about it. He’s… changing countries! In one week. Exactly. He may be folding up Lenard and lugging onto the plane. And then keeping him for the seven months. Can you imagine? Only Bebo and Lenard. Together. For seven months. We people have this weird thing that has been proven to happen maybe 90-95% of the time. When we’re one-on-one, we get weirder. Crazier. Insaner. Which isn’t a word, but still is true. So the Lenard-Bebo insanity would last seven entire months. Who wants to bet they won’t be allowed to board the plane to return?
     Bebo (and maybe Lenard. No one ever knows with him…) leaves this country, which, according to our profile is Christmas Island (that IS a country right?), but according to our blog may be elsewhere. It’s bad when you don’t know where you live…
     Whaaaaaaaat??? I just checked the blog. Apparently, even I’VE been bad at checking… Hugo wrote in it!
     Hugo: OMG, no! I never found that cute, bubblegum blue! My nails look, like, totally bad! But I have some awwwwwwemazing news! No offense, but, like, without y’all in my life, I’ve gotten healthy-ish. I’ve had, like, nooooooo anxiety in a month or whatever, and I finally caught a real, real icky cold thing, and I have yet to look like Walking Death! Only his cousin at the worst, which means my skin‘s GOT to be gooder. But I’m, like, totally gross now. Don’t look at me!
     In one week, October 22, Bebo and maybe Lenard, will be leaving, and away showing my proverbial support while visiting a college I may be at in one year. (Okay, I know proverbial barely fit and was terribly used, but I just REALLY wanted to use the word. Maybe then The Voice will stop screaming it in my head… Oh, and The Voice is the enemy, but friend of Charlie, both of whom live in my head. They bicker a lot. The Voice has embraced the voice of Bebo. Hmm. Charlie and The Voice [an awesome band name, by the way] must have been on a prolonged vacation. I haven’t heard from them in a while…)
     My mom asked me if I dance. I said no. She asked if I did while alone. I admitted that I tried the other week, but had to stop because I made myself feel awkward. She laughed an inappropriate amount.
     Well, after that anecdote, I bid you goodieu. I mead adbye. Wait…     Joe