Daffodillia for the plains. Eight sign-sized blathering bake sales; a new commercial enterprise for the meek and audacious. What a say do ye have in the development of the technology of the future? Eight sign-sized shits. Yet a time to say the believementacityness of copper grounds. Cuprous, Cupric. What a difference an electron or two can make. I' ( Read more... )

I do not particularly feel like working on any of my three (3) courses right now, and seeing as I only write in this bloody thing maybe once every couple months, here is something. I’ve got some sort of sinister sickness; the bastard’s toying with me. I’m not overtly ill really, just a clogged nose and a ticklish throat. What’s getting to me is ( Read more... )

It is G block right now, and so far all I've gotten done is half a page of calculus. First block was E, spent sleeping in the DOS lab; second block was X, spent half-doing calculus, half-wandering; now it is G. I don't plan on doing any work this block. Or next block. I'd be in Mill Bay right now if I had any money, but I don't. Somebody save me, I ( Read more... )

This morning at school, during C block, I went to the washoom and shat. Now, this might be too much information for some, but trust me, you'll want to know what happened next. Two children (I say children while they may in fact have been the same age as I) walked in. One of them, presumably the least socially inhibited, decided to yell "HEY, YOUR ( Read more... )

You are awesome.

Every single time I go to write an entry in this thing, I turn on some art rock. I don't know why, exactly, but I've got a theory. I believe it helps to organize my thoughts. This is definitely a bonus, for whenever I go to write an entry, I have absolutely no idea what the hell I'm going to write. Ado, however, and in great abundance. I will spare ( Read more... )

I am writing this in the DOS lab, committing the penultimate sin of taking up one of the Negroid computers whilst others must utilize the obsolete and, indeed, cumbersome menus and command prompts of the Caucasian ones. It's been some time since I wrote an entry, in fact, I think I wrote it when everyone was despairing the rain's arrival. Without ( Read more... )

I am so lame.

( I am so lame )

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