Sadly trying to escape Complex Number Revision...
Welcome to my first draft of chapter two...
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I woke up this morning with biggest headache. When to this sick party last night, knocked back a couple of vodka cruisers. Went in for number three, but after that extra half, I just couldn’t hack it. Two and half’s my limit. Spent the rest of the night trying to cross this river. My head still canes but I got my 82nd tennis grand final for this week today. Wish me luck!
Yay! We won the grand final! Went to this party afterwards. Can’t really remember what happened; I had a fair bit to drink; Another two and a half! But anyway, I woke up in a shed with these three guys. I didn’t wanna tell anyone about what really happened, but between you and me… me and the guys… we… *hint hint nudge nudge*… you get my drift… I feel a bit sore but it was an interesting experience to say the least…
I thought I lost my accounting folder today. It was like my life had come to an end. I don’t know what I’d ever do without my precious, precious accounting books. Without them life’s not worth living.
Wow… went to this picnic with Spaz and all. It wasn’t too bad. All I remember is rolling down this hill… My mum had to pick me up from Spaz’s place cos I was sick all over the toilet. I’m sure it wasn’t the alcohol that did it to me. After all, like mum said, I’ve had a rough week and its finally catching up with me…
God I feel dizzy… Damn that Schweppes is strong stuff…
Displayed my fantabulous soccer skills today. I’m just so good. There’s this special move that I’ve got that totally confuses the opposition. Its awesome; I try to kick the ball, miss by a mile and scream like a little school girl. It works pretty well. I’m the one of the team’s top goal scorers, I get confused as to which goal the ball is supposed go but the Asian kids seem happy when I score a goal.
I don’t know why people complain about the price of alcohol is. I mean, two and a half vodka cruisers or a bottle of plain lemonade isn’t THAT expensive..
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And I am quite aware that I have waaaay to much spare time on my hands.
Procrastination is blissh.
Now unhand me that easter egg my good fellow.
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I woke up this morning with biggest headache. When to this sick party last night, knocked back a couple of vodka cruisers. Went in for number three, but after that extra half, I just couldn’t hack it. Two and half’s my limit. Spent the rest of the night trying to cross this river. My head still canes but I got my 82nd tennis grand final for this week today. Wish me luck!
Yay! We won the grand final! Went to this party afterwards. Can’t really remember what happened; I had a fair bit to drink; Another two and a half! But anyway, I woke up in a shed with these three guys. I didn’t wanna tell anyone about what really happened, but between you and me… me and the guys… we… *hint hint nudge nudge*… you get my drift… I feel a bit sore but it was an interesting experience to say the least…
I thought I lost my accounting folder today. It was like my life had come to an end. I don’t know what I’d ever do without my precious, precious accounting books. Without them life’s not worth living.
Wow… went to this picnic with Spaz and all. It wasn’t too bad. All I remember is rolling down this hill… My mum had to pick me up from Spaz’s place cos I was sick all over the toilet. I’m sure it wasn’t the alcohol that did it to me. After all, like mum said, I’ve had a rough week and its finally catching up with me…
God I feel dizzy… Damn that Schweppes is strong stuff…
Displayed my fantabulous soccer skills today. I’m just so good. There’s this special move that I’ve got that totally confuses the opposition. Its awesome; I try to kick the ball, miss by a mile and scream like a little school girl. It works pretty well. I’m the one of the team’s top goal scorers, I get confused as to which goal the ball is supposed go but the Asian kids seem happy when I score a goal.
I don’t know why people complain about the price of alcohol is. I mean, two and a half vodka cruisers or a bottle of plain lemonade isn’t THAT expensive..
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And I am quite aware that I have waaaay to much spare time on my hands.
Procrastination is blissh.
Now unhand me that easter egg my good fellow.