I get bombed for breakfast in the morning. I get bombed for dinner time and tea.

Jan 10, 2007 22:02

Man, I'm telling you, it's all about those steak sandwiches around the corner from school. Damn their meaty goodness and their through the roof price. I've become an addict.

I don't really know why I'm updating. I could go on and on about my problems, but I'm not too keen on doing that since it seems highly selfish and annoying. And so, I must go 'nothing ever happens here'. Although, I might try paintball on Saturday, but not really since I will probably stay at the shooting range because I can actually be a decent shot when I put my mind to it. This was discovered when I got bored in Disney, found the shooting gallery and then just kept paying for rounds because it was FUN. I should think that it is very Riza-ish to say that. Oh well.

My dad wants to go back to Disney for April vacation. Oh, and I don't have a February vacation, I have March vacation. But I still have an April vacation. Fancy that, eh? Also, how about the class that I signed up for at RISD, a class advertised as for TEENAGERS, is full of twelve and thirteen year olds? *twitch* I have got to the oldest one there, easily.
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