It's time to set foot in the real world. I'll WRITE THAT DAMN COCKSUCK MATH EXAM AND THEN I'LL NEVER (UNTIL I REALLY WANT TO) SET FOOT ON THAT CURSED GROUND THEY CALL CHALMERS CURSED UNIVERSITY OF CURSED TECHNOLOGY. CURSED! CUUUUUUUUURSED!
I will throw leather at anyone who dances for nine hours straight. No kidding.
What I'm saying is that I NEED (capital N, E, E, D) to do something else with my life than studying. I'll force myself to get a job by not registering for any courses this spring, then I'll get bored and get a job. For sure. Or I'll just get a job before I get bored. I'm becoming insane. That song is a piece of lesbian cock crab by the way. If you're unsure what I'm talking about it's this:
I'M BECOMING INSAAAAAAAANE. IN SANE! I'M BECOMING INSANE! INSANE! Heheaheahah heahhahahah ah haha haha ah aha hahhahah ahahha haaaaaa. ha! Now whose pants am I wearing? Was that a submarine? Oh yeah?! Hahahaha, It's time for me to rest.
Merry Christmas and a jolly 27th of December. The submarine (It's the error sound of my... Oh, never mind) is back for me so I better head upstairs.
G'bai
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/P \ THIS GUY IS WAY TOO DRUNK
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(___o_) WHY?
/ /_|_\ I REALLY DON'T KNOW
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