Thursday, June 15, 2006

and then i die...

life...well what about it?? it seems to exist for everyone else but me...no..im not dead..yet...but if my teachers keep at it..they'll get an invitation to my funeral...and yes..you have to bring me an offering of shoes...no knock-offs...pretty straight forward ...lemme just get to the heart of whats eating me rite now...thankfully not termites..since i've turned into a ginormous blockhead...who cant retain any information of any sort about sin2x equals something something..or about what skeletal muscle is supposed to look like..and to heck with fibrinogens and e.b.white...i am turning into an evil bitter old bat..no chocolates for me thanks..the entire relative population is attacking me for my tsunami-fied obese self.."go do some exercise..you have a treadmill..go use it sometime..."
for the love of cheese and all that is stinky...go jump off a cliff and then come back up and hurl yourself off again...i cant help it that im tsunami-fied...i blame them..them and the over active obesity genes they oh-so-generously passed on...now everyones fat...bahahahahahahahaha...and what of the personal essayists and their forays into insanity? we all know thats a one way ticket..blast them all into oblivion...e.b. white is delusional..he thinks hes his son and his father beause of his obsession with this stinky hoo-ha lake somewhere out in some blinking godforsaken corner of the wilderness..why didnt a bear just eat him?personally i think its because the damn man is just a self centred butthead who thinks the universe revolves around him...i just feel like exhuming the butthead and whcking him to redeath with a shovel...three essays..one bloody elusive theme which does not quite fit...he wrote the essay..he deals with it...B+ /A- ...what in the name of lattes is that supposed to mean...???!!!
go away and leave me alone..to rot to death within the confines of the school library while i battle with e.b. white so that he gives me some theme that i can actually use...and while i make myself a math textbook smoothie which i will then proceed to ingest so that i can gain instant wisdom regarding sines and cosines...and oh yes...pulmonary..pulmonary...PULMONARY!!!

the fairytaler at 2:36 PM

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1 Comments

at 4:03 AM  Anonymous said...

Hey, Hari Keusahawanan is tomoro! Ok, lemme update ya on the crap. U see, last yr's dunking booth was cruel enuff, but get this... We used to have a tank of water underneath us right? Well, this time, it's a bag, a piece of PLASTIC BAG filled with water!!!! AND AND, remember, we used to DROP right into the water? Now, we are not directly above the water, we will b sitting higher up, but AWAY frm the BAG of water, and then we SWING into the BAG of water. AND AND AND... the BEST, BEST part... The target used to be at the side remember? Now, now, it's IN FRONT OF US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I-AM-GOING-TO-DIE. Heh, and u thought u have it bad :P

 

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