This just in. I am trying to do homework. I updated band's website. You know what I wanna do I when I grow up? ..... um..... your mom? Funny? Not really. This post is going to be really short, I'm just trying to get in the writing mood, so I can finish this fucking paper. Also, there will be no pictures because that would require lots and lots of searching and editing and effort on my part. Too bad it's not me, huh, baby?
January 17, 2004
It's about time I updated this trash for all you men and women out there to read. Well, it's been several weeks since I last updated, and I didn't get a single bit of feedback from my previous post. I wish you were cooler. But not as cool as me, because then I'd be jealous of you. And that's not good for anyone, especially me. What's more is that I am so tired of the countless number of people determined to jank me. I can't stand it.
I was on a sabbatical from college for a while. I went home, and spent it with my family. There was a couple of Christmasi and I got some speakers, a Deep Impact dvd, all my old pencils, a thousand scarfs, a swatch and a foldable wrapping material. In all of this confusion I was able to realize that Christmas wasn't about the presents that everyone bought me, but rather about the amount of money they spent. The person who spent the least amount of money on me were the best, because I could tell that they were very crafty and were able to stretch their dollars miles. Almost as far as the mailbox, which is like a thousand miles in dollar miles. They're kind of like Style's Miles. I have lots of style, also. Picture of my roommate with a sword:
Last night I also was fighting. Not to save the race of men, like my roommate was, but rather to win the coveted gold medal in the long jump. And the battle of the bands at the Chariho High School. And guess what. You guessed it. We won! Nothing! Some other band won. So many bands played I forget which one won (not really). Also, I threw up all over the stage because I hadn't eaten anything all day, and I was severely dehydrated. But, why listen to me whine when you can listen to this picture:
Oh shit, I have to go eat, so just look at that picture.
I was on a sabbatical from college for a while. I went home, and spent it with my family. There was a couple of Christmasi and I got some speakers, a Deep Impact dvd, all my old pencils, a thousand scarfs, a swatch and a foldable wrapping material. In all of this confusion I was able to realize that Christmas wasn't about the presents that everyone bought me, but rather about the amount of money they spent. The person who spent the least amount of money on me were the best, because I could tell that they were very crafty and were able to stretch their dollars miles. Almost as far as the mailbox, which is like a thousand miles in dollar miles. They're kind of like Style's Miles. I have lots of style, also. Picture of my roommate with a sword:
Last night I also was fighting. Not to save the race of men, like my roommate was, but rather to win the coveted gold medal in the long jump. And the battle of the bands at the Chariho High School. And guess what. You guessed it. We won! Nothing! Some other band won. So many bands played I forget which one won (not really). Also, I threw up all over the stage because I hadn't eaten anything all day, and I was severely dehydrated. But, why listen to me whine when you can listen to this picture:
Oh shit, I have to go eat, so just look at that picture.
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