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I'm sick. wah.. I've been sick twice this year! That never happens! I'm usually only sick once a year! Oh no! I'm turning into everyone else who gets sick every other week! AHHH!!
Dr. Martin never yells at me when I fall asleep in class. He yells at everyone else, though. Maybe it's because I say 'Good morning' to him, usually. Or maybe it's because I still look like I'm writing when he's giving notes. My pen manages to stay up in my hand (hmm.. that doesn't sound wrong.=P) everytime I put my head down. I usually end up with a drool puddle on my jacket/desk when I wake up. I also get lines on my face.. all the time.. I don't understand how people can stay awake the whole time he's giving notes.
Calc, we had our final exam essays. I..well... I'm disappointed. That's all I got to say.
We silvered coke bottles in 4th. Mine came out looking like shit. Ugly. Piece. Of. Shit. It looked OK at first... then the siver started vanishing. Now I have an ugly bottle.
I don't have work tomorrow, which is weird. It's the freaking weekend before Christmas and there aren't any cake orders. WTF?!? That's crazy.
Does anyone know how exams are gonna work next week? Is it gonna be 1st, 2nd and 3rd, 4th, OR 3rd, 4th and 1st, 2nd?
Well, uh, it's the holiday season, and Santa is checking his list to see who is naughty or nice, and I'm kinda feeling guilty, so I wrote a song:
[ singing ]
"So many presents,
so little time.
Santa won't be coming by my house this year
'Cause I tried to drown my sister and I pierced my ear.
Oh Mama made it perfectly clear
Santa don't like bad boys.
Especially Jewish ones!
Gnip Gnop and lego blocks are what I desire
So why did I have to set the pizza guy's hair on fire?
I told him I was sorry - I'm a liar,
So no toys for me
I don't deserve 'em!
I couldn't wait for a Big Wheel as the holiday neared,
But then I told my Grandma that she had a beard."
[ spoken interlude ]
Dear Santa: I know what my problem is. Why I can't be good. It's a fear of intimacy. You see, my whole life, whenever I met someone really great like you, and I keep feeling I'm getting too close to them, something inside of me makes me want to screw it up. So in a weird way, the reason I'm so bad is because I love you so much, Santa.
[ singing ]
"Rock 'em Sock' em Robots is what I was hoping for,
But then I made a death threat to Vice-President Gore,
Oh, Santa won't be knocking at my door
'Cause he's a big fat whore!
What made me say that?!
Chutes and Ladders would be so good indeed,
So why did I have to sell that cop a bag of weed?
So Santa, please give me my Easy-Bake oven,
I swear I thought Billy Goats were made for lovin'.
So Santa, won't you accept my apologies?
Santa, can't you see, I'm begging you please?
Oh Santa, next year I'll do you right,
Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!"
"Santa Song" by Adam Sandler, December 11th, 1993, SNL <--click to download this holiday classic =P
Dr. Martin never yells at me when I fall asleep in class. He yells at everyone else, though. Maybe it's because I say 'Good morning' to him, usually. Or maybe it's because I still look like I'm writing when he's giving notes. My pen manages to stay up in my hand (hmm.. that doesn't sound wrong.=P) everytime I put my head down. I usually end up with a drool puddle on my jacket/desk when I wake up. I also get lines on my face.. all the time.. I don't understand how people can stay awake the whole time he's giving notes.
Calc, we had our final exam essays. I..well... I'm disappointed. That's all I got to say.
We silvered coke bottles in 4th. Mine came out looking like shit. Ugly. Piece. Of. Shit. It looked OK at first... then the siver started vanishing. Now I have an ugly bottle.
I don't have work tomorrow, which is weird. It's the freaking weekend before Christmas and there aren't any cake orders. WTF?!? That's crazy.
Does anyone know how exams are gonna work next week? Is it gonna be 1st, 2nd and 3rd, 4th, OR 3rd, 4th and 1st, 2nd?
Well, uh, it's the holiday season, and Santa is checking his list to see who is naughty or nice, and I'm kinda feeling guilty, so I wrote a song:
[ singing ]
"So many presents,
so little time.
Santa won't be coming by my house this year
'Cause I tried to drown my sister and I pierced my ear.
Oh Mama made it perfectly clear
Santa don't like bad boys.
Especially Jewish ones!
Gnip Gnop and lego blocks are what I desire
So why did I have to set the pizza guy's hair on fire?
I told him I was sorry - I'm a liar,
So no toys for me
I don't deserve 'em!
I couldn't wait for a Big Wheel as the holiday neared,
But then I told my Grandma that she had a beard."
[ spoken interlude ]
Dear Santa: I know what my problem is. Why I can't be good. It's a fear of intimacy. You see, my whole life, whenever I met someone really great like you, and I keep feeling I'm getting too close to them, something inside of me makes me want to screw it up. So in a weird way, the reason I'm so bad is because I love you so much, Santa.
[ singing ]
"Rock 'em Sock' em Robots is what I was hoping for,
But then I made a death threat to Vice-President Gore,
Oh, Santa won't be knocking at my door
'Cause he's a big fat whore!
What made me say that?!
Chutes and Ladders would be so good indeed,
So why did I have to sell that cop a bag of weed?
So Santa, please give me my Easy-Bake oven,
I swear I thought Billy Goats were made for lovin'.
So Santa, won't you accept my apologies?
Santa, can't you see, I'm begging you please?
Oh Santa, next year I'll do you right,
Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!"
"Santa Song" by Adam Sandler, December 11th, 1993, SNL <--click to download this holiday classic =P