Pants-On-Head Retarded
Stuff. Uh, stuff. My Friday class, oh jeez. Trains still aren't running and I was mucho late, crap. But it didn't matter much because the class hardly got going. It's just... how to BE a writer or some crap, but thank god the portfolio isn't as demanding as the other classes. Just some exercises and an essay. And not a damn reflective one.
Anyway here this is my schedule now.
TUESDAY
Writing Poetry 11:00 - 13:00
Writing Fiction 2 (WRITING TIME OMG) 14:00 - 16:00
Writing Fiction 2 (class time) 16:00 - 18:00
FRIDAY
The Process of Writing 10:00 - 12:00
(...Wirting)
Right.
I still have homework to do but I really don't want to because I just bought Fallout 3. o_o Wanna tryyy.
Oh I did page 52... skimpy backgrounds are skimpy. :c Oh well.
I have two badges on Pokémon Platinum, hurr. Finally they LISTEN to me. I also preordered Bioshock 2. And then realised I might get it on Steam but OH WELL.
This can't really be that surprising, but I made a small new group for my town. I'm having trouble with some of their clothes so far and my downloaded facial hair won't install, which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd use. :/
We have a Gordon. I don't know what clothes to put him in, there's absolutely nothing resembling the HEV suit.
We have a Alyx. It's the closest hair I could find.
DON'T JUDGE ME.
Whatever, I have some TF2 shenanigans backed up.
A Spy getting his rapeface on.
Engie party! Everyone builds their dispenser on the track, then one person drives the cart through them like dominoes while the rest of us stand around doing a hoe-down.
They all break to an unending chorus of "Dispenser down!"
More of the same.
Heavy is not jetpack
You were killed by
SPY'S FLAMING ASS
This makes me think of dumplings.
Yeah that's me. You mean a single Scout can't take on a sentry?
I think the annotation says it all.
There's nothing funny or dirty I can even add.
What would the online game experience be without sprays?
On display as a gruesome example to other, less talented Spies.
This was when I realised that I haven't been on arena_well before, and that its architecture is fuckin' awesome.
Is that an arrow shaft in your pants or are you just happy t-- oh. It is.
Medic flips off the entire world.
Anyway here this is my schedule now.
TUESDAY
Writing Poetry 11:00 - 13:00
Writing Fiction 2 (WRITING TIME OMG) 14:00 - 16:00
Writing Fiction 2 (class time) 16:00 - 18:00
FRIDAY
The Process of Writing 10:00 - 12:00
(...Wirting)
Right.
I still have homework to do but I really don't want to because I just bought Fallout 3. o_o Wanna tryyy.
Oh I did page 52... skimpy backgrounds are skimpy. :c Oh well.
I have two badges on Pokémon Platinum, hurr. Finally they LISTEN to me. I also preordered Bioshock 2. And then realised I might get it on Steam but OH WELL.
This can't really be that surprising, but I made a small new group for my town. I'm having trouble with some of their clothes so far and my downloaded facial hair won't install, which is not a sentence I ever thought I'd use. :/
We have a Gordon. I don't know what clothes to put him in, there's absolutely nothing resembling the HEV suit.
We have a Alyx. It's the closest hair I could find.
DON'T JUDGE ME.
Whatever, I have some TF2 shenanigans backed up.
A Spy getting his rapeface on.
Engie party! Everyone builds their dispenser on the track, then one person drives the cart through them like dominoes while the rest of us stand around doing a hoe-down.
They all break to an unending chorus of "Dispenser down!"
More of the same.
Heavy is not jetpack
You were killed by
SPY'S FLAMING ASS
This makes me think of dumplings.
Yeah that's me. You mean a single Scout can't take on a sentry?
I think the annotation says it all.
There's nothing funny or dirty I can even add.
What would the online game experience be without sprays?
On display as a gruesome example to other, less talented Spies.
This was when I realised that I haven't been on arena_well before, and that its architecture is fuckin' awesome.
Is that an arrow shaft in your pants or are you just happy t-- oh. It is.
Medic flips off the entire world.