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Dang, we're going back to school on Wednesday. I hate school. It's the shittiest thing in the world.
I was gonna study today for the exams I'll be taking when I go back, but some bitch named The Sims 2 stopped me from doing this. I promised to limit myself to one hour of playing but I ended up sitting in front of the monitor for 4 friggin' hours.
Aah, it's like a drug. I can't stop myself. Call me a geek but I don't care.
Anyway I'm reading Angela's Ashes right now ['cause my dad forced me to suggested it to me] and I'm loving it. It's a memoir of the author's very miserable Irish Catholic childhood. The babies wear rags for diapers. The dad rarely works and when he does, he drinks his wages. The mom is miserable. When they finally got a bed to sleep one, they were so happy. All six in the family squeezed into that bed but woke up in the middle of the night, scratching and bleeding because of the fleas in the mattress. One time, the children and the mom had to find coal, papers, leaves, etc. in the roadside in order to light a fire. All in all, the parents had seven children. Three of them died. One 'cause of pneumonia, the other 'cause of the fleas, and the only girl 'cause of ... wee, I forgot.
It's a good and easy read.
I'm gonna go read now, okay? I've been sitting in front of the computer for hours.
I was gonna study today for the exams I'll be taking when I go back, but some bitch named The Sims 2 stopped me from doing this. I promised to limit myself to one hour of playing but I ended up sitting in front of the monitor for 4 friggin' hours.
Aah, it's like a drug. I can't stop myself. Call me a geek but I don't care.
Anyway I'm reading Angela's Ashes right now ['cause my dad forced me to suggested it to me] and I'm loving it. It's a memoir of the author's very miserable Irish Catholic childhood. The babies wear rags for diapers. The dad rarely works and when he does, he drinks his wages. The mom is miserable. When they finally got a bed to sleep one, they were so happy. All six in the family squeezed into that bed but woke up in the middle of the night, scratching and bleeding because of the fleas in the mattress. One time, the children and the mom had to find coal, papers, leaves, etc. in the roadside in order to light a fire. All in all, the parents had seven children. Three of them died. One 'cause of pneumonia, the other 'cause of the fleas, and the only girl 'cause of ... wee, I forgot.
It's a good and easy read.
I'm gonna go read now, okay? I've been sitting in front of the computer for hours.