I suddenly have something that could, in fact, be called a life. This is very strange. The school year has ended, and I have a round score of 99 and a quarter. Did I mention that I fucking hate Astrology ( Read more... )

So, according to those headology books I have floating around my room, my boredom steams from under-arousal of the brain. This is apprently as bad as over-arousal as far as getting things done is.

As interesting as this is, it doesn't really help me. I'm drained, bored, and would really like to sleep for about week with Andre, dammit. Unfortunatly ( Read more... )

I dragged Adrian out into the real world for a bit last night.

I think it was fun. And Ade the Relcuse seemed to agree with me, so that was good. Of course, I think things could have gone a bit better had I chosen another way of getting his attention other then waltzing into his room and slamming my hands on his dsesk and saying that we were going ( Read more... )

Just cruising around the P.C. world of warped time and space, and I found this. I found it mildly entertaining:

thetomjon is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.N
POISON
From Go-Quiz.com

Of course, sadly my own was not as amusing. Ah well.

THIS WAY UP
áskazz has fragile contents which may break!
From Go-Quiz.comTez, my dear boy, don't you know ( Read more... )

Still haven't found my plans of my little cart yet.

And oh, am doing practically no work either. Sucide? Quite possibly, but dammit, I can pass Astrology easily. And it's hard to work when you are bored ( Read more... )

Ah, I love the smell of coffee in the...

Damn, it's morning. Very early morning, in fact. Where the hell did the time go? I am convinced, utterly, utterly confinced that there is an organization that steals time.

I've been having fun. Lots of fun. I am yet to find a way to see where the journal of TJ's stalker is, but I might be close ( Read more... )

My little cart blew up this morning.

This is very sad.

I had just made it go for twenty meters without stopping.

NOTE TO SELFE!
Do NOTTE under ANY circumstances mix alcohol with Dried Frog Pills

Remember the Student Common Room!In layman’s terms, this means that no matter how moody I am, I’m not insane and thus do not need them. All they seem to do is make me maniacally happy and fly. Yes, fly. Ok, admittedly, it was fun. Pure, pure fun. But, no. Just no. ( Read more... )

Classes start in a couple of days. On Thursday, if you woud believe. Don't ask me why, but they do. It's most odd. 'Course, have been in an odd mood since my birthday. Am I twenty-two or twenty-six? In truth, I feel like neither. Perhaps thirteen, perhaps fifty. It's all relative ( Read more... )

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Happy Birthday to me