| OH FUCK.
I forgot I had one of these.
Uhmm....I need to blog about more interesting stuff.
LIKE SNAKES.
SSSSSSSSS
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| Fearing and loathing bleeding from the knees.
Finally getting some psychological help.
Playing with various lizards and geko's.
yeah, i'm alive and kickin'.
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| I just talked to the coolest telemarketer EVAR.
He was cracking Lil'Jon jokes at my last name, and asking "WHERE DA PARTY AT?!"
I guess someone was having a FANTASTIC DAYYYY.
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| I keep forgetting I have a blog that I should update. I think about it, but I never do it.
It's already February, the new year seems like it happend so long ago. :-\
I didn't think this was actually possible during my afternoon Drivers
Ed. Who in their right mind drives a truck into a portable with 13+
students inside doing bookwork? Obviously some chick did. Haha. It was
weird cause when the truck hit it was like "BOOM" but I didn't give it
any thought that a vehicle hit the portable. I just thought someone
dropped something extremely heavy, boy was I wrong. The impact was so
fierce that it knock the railing/walkway up so that the bars blocked
the doors and no one could exit the portable. Thankfully some strong
classmates managed to pull the railing back.
We had to leave class 2 hours early because the instructor was afraid
that the building wasn't stable enough to support all of our weight. So
as I was leaving I decided to take a gander at the building. I wish I
could of captured an image but I was too busy cracking up cause, the
corner of the building was smashed in at a weird angle. The damned
truck was tore up so bad on the left side. I feel so bad for that
freshman girl, she's going to pay for alot of damages. Well actually, I
don't feel all that bad for her. She never listens in class so I guess
she got what she deserved?
So tomorrow's Valentine's Day. I'm not going to rant about me being
single this year, again. I'm only going to bring up something that i've
noticed this past week.
Whats up with everyone breaking up before Valentine's Day? It's not
even a good break up's, it's the bitter one's where the ex-couples yell
obscene things in the hall ways and wrangle each other's necks. It
makes me worry.
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| I finished working on my MOLE project.
It WAS supposed to be a boy.
But....
Who can resist an atomic green mole with pretty pink ribbons? :3
OH YA.
Her name is Old Betsy. :D
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