Depdepdep.

May 01, 2007 17:33

Not much to talk about. poem is at two stanzas and I know exactly what stanza three will be about, I just need to sit down and express it now.

Yes I'm sick to death of myspace. I don't know how long it's going to last, not very long I expect but I'm just sick of all the ads and how everybody in the world and their grandma has one. It was made for music promotion, which is cool and shit, but now it promotes ALL kinds of media, and politicians, and all other shit. I'll probably bring all the shit back and come back to use it, but when I do, I don't intend to use it nearly as much as I used to.

I have three papers due this Monday. The best part is that NONE of them were originally due that day, but we convinced different teachers on different days to push them all back, so now EXACTLY what we wanted to prevent has happened. I'm going to get pwn3d.

I'm not saying get owned anymore, at least one cba t00l now says it, and that pissses me off.
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