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If a policeman finds a fat person carrying chocolate, he has the permission to shoot him.
So today was fantastic. Ha. Social was stupid, Italian was also stupid, lunch could have been improv but oh there was a home-made movie on in the theatre and it was made into a priority. English ruined Shrek for me because of my teacher's chronic habit of overanalysing things. If you don't believe me or you thik I'm exaggerating, she stopped the movie to discuss why Donkey walked around in circles before he has down on Shrek's couch. Apparently it's because he's like a dog because he's Shrek's best friend. Or my crazy dumb-person's theory is because it's funny. But the word funny doesn't seem to reek of underlying meaning and literary devices so it must be wrong. Drama was semi-stupid. Then it turns out there's no rehearsal because Luke had to do homework. He screws us over all the time it's exceedingly irritating. So I go home. I mucked about until 8:15 when Little Britain came on and I've been meaning to watch it for three weeks. Lo and behold my brother should walk in, attempt to steal the remote, and complain about the fact that out of eight or so That 70s Show's on tonight he's only watched seven. Pandemonium ensues. He wins because of parental intervention and the fact that he's psychologically sick if anything at all. So now I'm fittingly pissed because that was effectively the highlight of my evening. But Kayla's just put me in a good mood again because she's abnormally gifted with that. So thanks for that my dear Kayla I'm beginning to feel better about my brother's stupidity.