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Its been one month since i updated. The last time i did i had jus got my midterm and now i just want it to come! I really am in need of a break. Infact i am always in a need of a break to be honest. I hate living life with the strain of not sleeping enough. I never do, each morning i rise and its like "oh GOD NO PLEASE!" i do not exaggerate. If i do not feel that pain, its more like "oh shit" im gonna be late again....i cant afford to be late again! Seriously, its gettin out of hand and i do not want dentention. I remember perfectly, running to school, in serious pain from over exertion and literally wanting to collapse, but no, i had no time to, as i had to get to my dearest of classes, maths! Nothing like maths to make a person feel thick and rather idiotic. Its an appaulingly mean subject that bullies us all!
What else can i say, other the increasingly freakish spectrum visible on my hands...because of "extremish" coldness, the natural dirty toning of my hands pigments transform. Today for example was seen the unusual colours of purpley blue, reddy grey, and speckled throughout in odd assortments, and locations, LUMINOUS ORANGE! i swear it, highlighter orange!! Why are my hands so well, deformed. I have one of the pointiest fists ever i thinks, and also for those who may care, my brother(i dont no, maybe people who think he is foine might) has exactly the same knuckes, well just like 10 times bigger of course as me....so i need to do some form of study to avoid the inevitable nervous breakdown i will undergo....with past experiences and mental hospital visitations, i still do not study!!!! sighness
i do be off now, was this entry worth while, i highly doubt so....BUT FECK IT, ITS READ NOW, so har d har
oh yes and
Jay: Hmm. Do I _really_ want to leave Manhattan?
Rainier: [walking up menacingly] Sherman, I just realized you insulted
me! Now you will die. [pulls a machine gun]
Jay: Uh, hey nudnick, your shoe's untied.
Rainier: From here, they appear to be tied, but I will go in for a
closer look.
Jay: Taxi! [jumps into one] To the airport.
[later that night]
Rainier: On closer inspection, these are loafers.
CLASSIC!!!!
What else can i say, other the increasingly freakish spectrum visible on my hands...because of "extremish" coldness, the natural dirty toning of my hands pigments transform. Today for example was seen the unusual colours of purpley blue, reddy grey, and speckled throughout in odd assortments, and locations, LUMINOUS ORANGE! i swear it, highlighter orange!! Why are my hands so well, deformed. I have one of the pointiest fists ever i thinks, and also for those who may care, my brother(i dont no, maybe people who think he is foine might) has exactly the same knuckes, well just like 10 times bigger of course as me....so i need to do some form of study to avoid the inevitable nervous breakdown i will undergo....with past experiences and mental hospital visitations, i still do not study!!!! sighness
i do be off now, was this entry worth while, i highly doubt so....BUT FECK IT, ITS READ NOW, so har d har
oh yes and
Jay: Hmm. Do I _really_ want to leave Manhattan?
Rainier: [walking up menacingly] Sherman, I just realized you insulted
me! Now you will die. [pulls a machine gun]
Jay: Uh, hey nudnick, your shoe's untied.
Rainier: From here, they appear to be tied, but I will go in for a
closer look.
Jay: Taxi! [jumps into one] To the airport.
[later that night]
Rainier: On closer inspection, these are loafers.
CLASSIC!!!!