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?

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.

Today has been very productive. I wrote seven essays, ate four bacon strips and did some other stuff. Just kidding. If you believed that then you are officially the stupidest fucking dork on the planet Earth. I actually skipped all my classes today, slept till noon, and then sat around the rest of the day complaining, coughing, sneezing, popping pills, listening to music, waiting for people to tell me how awesome I am so I can develop the largest ego this world has ever seen. Want to see a picture? That was a rhetorical question. You're going to see one whether you like it or not. If it was a choice, I would make a link to the picture rather than embeddeding it in my weblog here. Here is it:



I totally want that game. I went to the mall the other day to order it. And I was wearing Mardi Gras beads, and everyone tried making fun of them. Like all the employees at stores. But it didn't work. Cuz I just turned it right back 'round in THEIR FACES!! (almost told them they were anal beads. But I didn't. They wouldn't have known what to say to that.

Also, we have finals this week. Or should I say it is our final week? This term. Yeah. I mean, no, I shouldn't say that. I have all my finals on thursday. All three of them. That's mad chill. John says Justin's puppy is mad double dirty chill. That I have got to see. I was just thinking about showing you one more picture, then telling you that I'm totally out of here.



I'm totally out of here.

Check this out.

It's about time for an update. Right? Email me if you don't think so at adamfisk@wpi.edu .

You're listening to "Manos: The Hands of Fate."

Anyway. College has been quite a blast. I can't think straight most of the time. It's been really hard to do well in anything. Everytime I try to do well I only end up fucking things up. Biotch. I'll fuck you up. Anyways, I was just lying about the not doing well and not being able to think straight. It's actually a lot easier to think straight than you might have thought. I do like the occasional not thinking right break. Oh man. Check out this out.



You see that? That's me getting a fucking 8-ball kicked into my chin. Who knows why we took a picture of that. But we did. And it hurt. Getting the ball kicked into my chin, not getting the picture taken. I lost four teeth. Just kidding about that.

Just a reminder, you're listening to "Manos: The Hands of Fate."

I just ate dinner, no more than 2 minutes ago. Just kidding. It was more like a half hour ago. I had beef strips with a sauce and seasoned fries and coleslaw. Sounds good doesn't it? Well, it wasn't. I should have eaten a human face. It would have tasted better. Probably. I had a dream last night. It was nice. I won't tell you what it was about, because a certain someone might read this thing and take it the wrong way and then things would get wholly fucked up. I mean HOLY. Speaking of Holy, I saw the Matrix: Part III, the other week and it was, without a doubt, very boring. So we are going to take the two latest Matrices and combine them into one good decent 2-3 hour moving picture. Believe you me when I say I am a machine. When it comes to that kind of a thing. Editing movies, that is.

Carlton just walked in and doesn't know what he's talking about. I wrote a smooth song the otha day. It was so smooth I couldn't believe it.

tCGt is playing a fucking SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! December 5th at the Chariho High School Battle of the bands.

Just a reminder, you're listening to "Manos: The Hands of Fate."