The Last Whenever
The second Tuesday in March, I am skipping class after having a week off. The day is so bright that one can smell the shadows burning. I am off to buy some posters for my flat, it is half off and I have seen at least half a dozen quality ones, ranging from Simpson quotes to Chat Noir.
It was St. Patrick's Day and I had Mexican. No pub, no beer, and definitely no green beer. Beer is sacred and look people gave me when I told them about the green beer was something worse than, 'You just smoked that turtle doing 50.' I skipped 80% of my classes today, all the same teacher. I hid in a corner, while he walked by. It felt like something between really pathetic and Mission: Impossible. Turned in five essays today. They made a 'plop' sound when I dropped them in the box. All that work for a 'plop.'
Sunday. It was gorgeous. I saw two movies in the same day. It was gorgeous and I spent all day inside. The Life of David Gale. It was good, but it choose Hollywood over Washington and I don't know how I feel about it yet. Kate Winslet was American, he accent is better than mine.
Bon Voyage mes amis, le jour est samedi. Brandon and Jenny left early. I enjoyed their stay. They learned English and the dangers of walking drunk. Brandon bought a bed. I bought a calvados. Jenny bought a heart that cost €21, just ask anyone in the store, they all seemed to know.
Before that until then it was amazing, I went to France, I spoke French, I saw the beaches, I saw the lives that were lost, and I lived in the freedom that was reborn. I also got lost in a train station, twice.
Bonjour mes amis, le jour est dimanche. Brandon and Jenny came today. I was early to pick them up, over a half hour and their flight was early as well. I must be becoming more responsible. Plus, I didn't sleep a wink, but I had good reasons. We are going to have such fun. My Kool-Aid shipment came in.
The days before, some beautiful, some involved Renaissance Poetry, but now I can look back on it all, which is what I looked forward to.
Did I mention I was off-out to buy posters?
Someone stole my shoes. But there's a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze.
Brian went to Mexico, no tan.
Patrick is bald.
Cueball
Happy Birthday Mr. Crupi, I hope the mullet flows with shaggy locks.
I need to do laundry, a lot of laundry.
If I had school tomorrow, I wouldn't go.
If you made it to the end, yo can pass Go and collect £200... wow, everything would cost more in British Monopoly. Baltic for £60, fuck that, it's a rip off. It is worse than Canadian Payday.
It was St. Patrick's Day and I had Mexican. No pub, no beer, and definitely no green beer. Beer is sacred and look people gave me when I told them about the green beer was something worse than, 'You just smoked that turtle doing 50.' I skipped 80% of my classes today, all the same teacher. I hid in a corner, while he walked by. It felt like something between really pathetic and Mission: Impossible. Turned in five essays today. They made a 'plop' sound when I dropped them in the box. All that work for a 'plop.'
Sunday. It was gorgeous. I saw two movies in the same day. It was gorgeous and I spent all day inside. The Life of David Gale. It was good, but it choose Hollywood over Washington and I don't know how I feel about it yet. Kate Winslet was American, he accent is better than mine.
Bon Voyage mes amis, le jour est samedi. Brandon and Jenny left early. I enjoyed their stay. They learned English and the dangers of walking drunk. Brandon bought a bed. I bought a calvados. Jenny bought a heart that cost €21, just ask anyone in the store, they all seemed to know.
Before that until then it was amazing, I went to France, I spoke French, I saw the beaches, I saw the lives that were lost, and I lived in the freedom that was reborn. I also got lost in a train station, twice.
Bonjour mes amis, le jour est dimanche. Brandon and Jenny came today. I was early to pick them up, over a half hour and their flight was early as well. I must be becoming more responsible. Plus, I didn't sleep a wink, but I had good reasons. We are going to have such fun. My Kool-Aid shipment came in.
The days before, some beautiful, some involved Renaissance Poetry, but now I can look back on it all, which is what I looked forward to.
Did I mention I was off-out to buy posters?
Someone stole my shoes. But there's a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze.
Brian went to Mexico, no tan.
Patrick is bald.
Cueball
Happy Birthday Mr. Crupi, I hope the mullet flows with shaggy locks.
I need to do laundry, a lot of laundry.
If I had school tomorrow, I wouldn't go.
If you made it to the end, yo can pass Go and collect £200... wow, everything would cost more in British Monopoly. Baltic for £60, fuck that, it's a rip off. It is worse than Canadian Payday.