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So if I'm writing on this, it could only mean one thing. School's started again!!! And by started I mean actually got into the swing of things with papers and tests and whatnot. So sure enough, I got a skimpy little history paper due tomorrow as well as a geo test. So long story short, havent started. Write now I'm contemplating which Ben Gibbard mood I'm feeling. However, neither Postal nor Death Cab are really very bright choices seeing as how its just gonna make me more tired and increase my chances of saying "Fuck all" to this shite. Speakin of "shite", I love how Scots talk. I have come to the conclusion that they have the hardest of English accents to understand as well. Where as with plain ol' English films like the "Ritchie's" I can get by without subtitles, but there's no way I can pass with the Scot films like Trainspotting. Nevertheless, I really noticed I enjoyed it yesterday when I was watching Rushmore with that mick Magnus. He's got the best fookin phrases the bloody twat. Ahhhh, enough with this soft shit, I need something harsh.
So this weekend seems to be shaping up nicely. For andrews 21st we'll be entering the forest with copious amounts of alcohol and ATV's/dirt bikes. Someone's probably gonna die. Or at least a broken limb or two. Our luck should be running on fumes by now. Maybe we'll find some firearms to really up the ante. So if its me who takes the metaphorical short straw, then its been real. Best of luck to you all. Read this at my funeral to let them know I was prophet.
So this weekend seems to be shaping up nicely. For andrews 21st we'll be entering the forest with copious amounts of alcohol and ATV's/dirt bikes. Someone's probably gonna die. Or at least a broken limb or two. Our luck should be running on fumes by now. Maybe we'll find some firearms to really up the ante. So if its me who takes the metaphorical short straw, then its been real. Best of luck to you all. Read this at my funeral to let them know I was prophet.