I was sitting in my chair, when I felt an odd pokey sensation in my butt, so I stood and found an essay partially lodged in there. It was most fortunate, as the essay just happened to be for a class that I need an essay in. It just needs a few bullshit facts fom the internet and a good typing and it will be ready to be handed in. Now if only I could do something about the paper cuts on my ass.
"and to think, some people say I don't have any class"
To my peeps - I need the blanks from soc, as I was on drugssleeping. also possibly from poli sci. and an explainaton as to why batgUrl, aka Stargate Atlantis girl, aka
shallowesque doesn't think I'm completely batshit for gumby puffs.
Depending on how high on illegal nacoticstired I am, I may skip Tuesday, since Soc is my only real class, and theres SO MUCH typing!!!!! Ahhhhh!
Ha, Gumby puffs.
P.S. Interesting side note, me on drugs being tired means a lot of lists, graphs and news watching. My bedroom floor is covered in very colourful graphs and charts, all of which are Stargate related.........and I know more about some guy sueing his hockey coach for something that happened 4 years ago then I ever thought possible.
And then I made brownies.
@>---->-----Peace Out