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Hello all.
Today our school was paid a visit by motivational media. We have been visited before, they basically give us a presentation in groups of two year groups. This years presentation was entitled "True Blue". I'm not entirely sure, what the crap the point of the presentation was. The plaid us a bunch of clips from cush cinematic vomit fests as chronicles of riddick and king arthur. I think that both of those movies were gut wrenchingly appauling, yet for some reason they showed us a series of two second clips from these movies and a collection of other enchantingly forgettable snore-fests. Then they proceeded to bembard us with U2's vertigo and a disturbingly long join the army/navy/air-force ad. This was then follewed by an interview with
some dick head mountain climber talking some shit about everest while they playd moments from touching the void. I think that the most aggravating thing about this part was that touching the void was a good movie, and I really didn't care what this guy had to say. Then we had some more movie clips, another trashy pop song, more army recruitment ads, an interview with some stooge
from the army, more clips, some chick that was a drug addict, more clips and shitty music, and then some crap about an animated Cain Toad movie. Somewhere along the way, some fucking N.A.F came on screen and started telling us some crap about friendship and sacrifice or some shit. Then there were some more clips, the greasy N.A.F again, some ethnic teenagers on a hike, more clips, the Greasy N.A.F and it was over.
Everybody is probably sitting at their computer (well not everybody, because most people don't give a shit about what I say) and saying "well it probably wasn't that bad". But the disturbing thing was that it did suck balls. There was no point to this fifty minute piece of shit whatsoever. We pay a butload of money to go to this school, so they make us sit down in the Ramsey hall and watch this piece of garbage that made me feel like someone was holding my mouth open and vomiting sperm stained blood down my throat. I don't think that anybody has felt this sickening depths of pintlessness and mediocrity until they have seen the True Blue presentation. WHERE THE HELL DID TRUE BLUE COME INTO THE EQUATION! I know trained dolphins that could come up with a better presentation than that. Froggy the homosexual retard that gropes people in their sleep (who was recently expelled from my school) could have at least made this piece of utter shite slightly better than swollowing a used pregnancy test/used tampon/used butplug/John Howards Refugee Policy.
Apart from that life's been pretty cool, I'm engaged in a bet with Ternace to beat Call of Duty United Assault on the hardest setting before he does. life is pretty good, provided that I never hear from motivational media again. Motivational media, one day I will find your boss and have promiscuose anal sex with a hooker on your grave. Or maybe I'l just dance an irish jig. Later everyone.
Today our school was paid a visit by motivational media. We have been visited before, they basically give us a presentation in groups of two year groups. This years presentation was entitled "True Blue". I'm not entirely sure, what the crap the point of the presentation was. The plaid us a bunch of clips from cush cinematic vomit fests as chronicles of riddick and king arthur. I think that both of those movies were gut wrenchingly appauling, yet for some reason they showed us a series of two second clips from these movies and a collection of other enchantingly forgettable snore-fests. Then they proceeded to bembard us with U2's vertigo and a disturbingly long join the army/navy/air-force ad. This was then follewed by an interview with
some dick head mountain climber talking some shit about everest while they playd moments from touching the void. I think that the most aggravating thing about this part was that touching the void was a good movie, and I really didn't care what this guy had to say. Then we had some more movie clips, another trashy pop song, more army recruitment ads, an interview with some stooge
from the army, more clips, some chick that was a drug addict, more clips and shitty music, and then some crap about an animated Cain Toad movie. Somewhere along the way, some fucking N.A.F came on screen and started telling us some crap about friendship and sacrifice or some shit. Then there were some more clips, the greasy N.A.F again, some ethnic teenagers on a hike, more clips, the Greasy N.A.F and it was over.
Everybody is probably sitting at their computer (well not everybody, because most people don't give a shit about what I say) and saying "well it probably wasn't that bad". But the disturbing thing was that it did suck balls. There was no point to this fifty minute piece of shit whatsoever. We pay a butload of money to go to this school, so they make us sit down in the Ramsey hall and watch this piece of garbage that made me feel like someone was holding my mouth open and vomiting sperm stained blood down my throat. I don't think that anybody has felt this sickening depths of pintlessness and mediocrity until they have seen the True Blue presentation. WHERE THE HELL DID TRUE BLUE COME INTO THE EQUATION! I know trained dolphins that could come up with a better presentation than that. Froggy the homosexual retard that gropes people in their sleep (who was recently expelled from my school) could have at least made this piece of utter shite slightly better than swollowing a used pregnancy test/used tampon/used butplug/John Howards Refugee Policy.
Apart from that life's been pretty cool, I'm engaged in a bet with Ternace to beat Call of Duty United Assault on the hardest setting before he does. life is pretty good, provided that I never hear from motivational media again. Motivational media, one day I will find your boss and have promiscuose anal sex with a hooker on your grave. Or maybe I'l just dance an irish jig. Later everyone.