Coughy cough sneezy sneeze
So here we are, another entry into this thing. "Two updates with less than a month between them? what the fuck are you thinking?" you might ask, but the only answer that I can think of is because I'm bored enough to.
It seems that I've been infested by that dreaded cold or flu or whatever they want to call it these days. The point is, I'm plagued with illness so I'm constantly considering suicide (haha, not really. suckers) to escape my blocked nose and terrible sneezing fits.
For some reason lately, I've been having the urge to write stuff. I'm completely useless at writing as you can obviously tell, but I feel like writing some kinda story or something. What the story would be about or how long it would be, I don't know but some part of my brain that is surely damaged is telling me to write. I'd never write poetry or songs though. God (doesn't exist but let's just assume he does for sake of this comment) forbid that I ever get depressed and whiny enough to do something like that.
My trip to New Yorkland is getting closer, and I really need some spending money. You kids out there on the interweb better help out, my yank souvenirs won't pay for themselves. Oh yeah, in college news, I've been offered a place on their most advanced course, which they only allow people who do well at intermediate level stay on and do. That obviously means that I'm awesome in a kitchen, which I've either blatantly pointed out in the past, or just subtlely hinted at it. I can't remember which.
That's all I can be bothered to type right now, so it'll probably be another 12 years before I update again.
It seems that I've been infested by that dreaded cold or flu or whatever they want to call it these days. The point is, I'm plagued with illness so I'm constantly considering suicide (haha, not really. suckers) to escape my blocked nose and terrible sneezing fits.
For some reason lately, I've been having the urge to write stuff. I'm completely useless at writing as you can obviously tell, but I feel like writing some kinda story or something. What the story would be about or how long it would be, I don't know but some part of my brain that is surely damaged is telling me to write. I'd never write poetry or songs though. God (doesn't exist but let's just assume he does for sake of this comment) forbid that I ever get depressed and whiny enough to do something like that.
My trip to New Yorkland is getting closer, and I really need some spending money. You kids out there on the interweb better help out, my yank souvenirs won't pay for themselves. Oh yeah, in college news, I've been offered a place on their most advanced course, which they only allow people who do well at intermediate level stay on and do. That obviously means that I'm awesome in a kitchen, which I've either blatantly pointed out in the past, or just subtlely hinted at it. I can't remember which.
That's all I can be bothered to type right now, so it'll probably be another 12 years before I update again.