Idiot
Typical Mark Binns. Prioritize Binns!!
So this weekend I had to do an english preparation exam, and a social essay. So Mark Binns, of course, waits until Sunday to do anything about it. So i'm up until 4am last night doing everything, and studying (I had a diploma today.) So, typical Mark Binns, log that I am, sleeps forty damn minutes through my alarm clock. I wake up at 8:18 am. I don't even have time to wake up, before I knew it I was at school. So I got there on time. I feel I raped the exam, which is awesome.
(I just got a call, and it was my dad, and he was like sorry, wrong number, and I was like no Dad, it's me, and he hung up. So I called him back, and I was like no Dad it was me, and he says oh, hello, whos this, and I said mark, and he said oh, hi. I called the wrong number, im trying to get a hold of your Uncle. How does that feel from a guy who hardly calls you? whatever.)
I feel good. I'm doing a grad video project on my own. and i'm getting rave reviews from the eyes that have feasted upon it. So i'm psyched about that. School is getting a little GAY. I'm sick of writing two essays a week, whatever.
I know this girl, and she makes me feel good. She is feelong shitty right now. I wish she could be happy, I try to help, and I think I do. I don't care if there is anyone to blame, and I don't think anyone should be blamed. She knows how she makes me feel, and that's cool. Even if I have certain feelings for her, and she ends up with som other dude, and he is a good guy, I don't care, as long as we are all happy.
Signing out,
Mr. Mark Binns
So this weekend I had to do an english preparation exam, and a social essay. So Mark Binns, of course, waits until Sunday to do anything about it. So i'm up until 4am last night doing everything, and studying (I had a diploma today.) So, typical Mark Binns, log that I am, sleeps forty damn minutes through my alarm clock. I wake up at 8:18 am. I don't even have time to wake up, before I knew it I was at school. So I got there on time. I feel I raped the exam, which is awesome.
(I just got a call, and it was my dad, and he was like sorry, wrong number, and I was like no Dad, it's me, and he hung up. So I called him back, and I was like no Dad it was me, and he says oh, hello, whos this, and I said mark, and he said oh, hi. I called the wrong number, im trying to get a hold of your Uncle. How does that feel from a guy who hardly calls you? whatever.)
I feel good. I'm doing a grad video project on my own. and i'm getting rave reviews from the eyes that have feasted upon it. So i'm psyched about that. School is getting a little GAY. I'm sick of writing two essays a week, whatever.
I know this girl, and she makes me feel good. She is feelong shitty right now. I wish she could be happy, I try to help, and I think I do. I don't care if there is anyone to blame, and I don't think anyone should be blamed. She knows how she makes me feel, and that's cool. Even if I have certain feelings for her, and she ends up with som other dude, and he is a good guy, I don't care, as long as we are all happy.
Signing out,
Mr. Mark Binns