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shit.

I wrote a pretty epic english paper last night that took about two hours to complete, only to hand it in and find out that it was supposed to be double spaced.
Hopefully my essay is solid enough to make up for it, not to mention that it would equal out to at least 4 or 5 pages after being double spaced, which is twice the minimum.

Fuck formatting, though. It's a big pile of bullshit that takes off far too many points for only being a minor mistake.


I came to the conclusion that milk only tastes good when it's used at meals to wash down food. By itself it is disgusting and makes your spit sticky and leaves a weird aftertaste.

I wonder who had the idea to first try milk. Did they sample bodily fluids from a whole bunch of other animals before they decided that a cow's was the best? I guess they made the right choice since milk is good for you and tastes good on the condition mentioned above, but still. Did some pervert neanderthal who was attracted to cows discover how good their titty juice tasted with meals? However it was discovered, I'm sure it wouldn't sit right with me and would have undertones of beastality.

a big barrel of nothing

There's a lot of gross shit inbetween and underneath my keyboard. I don't know if there's a very good way to get rid of that.

I finally found a loophole in art class that will allow me to do an indian-related masterpiece. One of my projects is to make a picture involving one of your most memorable dreams. I don't think my art teacher would appreciate a picture of animals eating and otherwise doing really strange things with a group of semi-famous TV characters (this was a nightmare; not a wet dream), so I guess I have to make something up.


One morning when I feel up to it I will doccument my bus ride. It has to be later in the week, though. I'm still content from the weekend.

a cunt supreme

School is miserable as expected, but whatever. At least my classes are easy so far.


I have to go to a M.A.D.D (Mothers Against Drunk Driving) meeting tonight. It's good on my probation officer's part to assume that because I got caught in the act of trying to drink beer I support drunk driving to the point that I have to go to a meeting where I will probably have to hear sad stories about people getting killed and feel bad about something I will probably never do.

My hopes that my cell phone might break were dashed when I accidentally dropped it off of a balcony this weekend. I'm stuck with you forever, outdated but practical phone. It's not that I want a phone that's top of the line or anything, I just want something a little bit nicer. About 75% of the features on my phone don't work for some reason. The worst part is that I can't play tetris.

Shit.

nu metal, nu blog

First post. woot.


I wish I could automatically draw well so I could make pictures of indians without having to sit through art class.

My schedule is pretty good this year, but I never cross paths with anyone inbetween classes anymore. I need to make new routes. Also, all the freshman on my bus decided to live far away so the bus ride can be an extra half hour to 45 minutes. Thanks a lot.

More posts to come. Pictures of Indians doing cool things like riding polar bears and shaking hands with astronauts in the future if I'm lucky.