Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: Otakusennen


Friday, January 7, 2005


Counter-Shinnerists win.

Comment Commentary

Mimmi- Actually, I'm not a big chocolate fan. Mostly Hershey's, heh. I must have been really hungry when I said that.

Alea- Just a comic. Look back a page or two.

Azure- And why is it that I never have the inspiration to.. Come up with a good comeback? Meh.

Shin- I've been found out! I must ready the cyanide.

--

It's nice to have friends over, but when they're over for five hours at a time I find myself agitated at the sight of them the next day. I don't know what it is- maybe it's just the one particular friend that I have over here a lot- but I get weary of it after a while. I never, ever want to spend the night at someone else's place or have someone spend the night here.

Though I don't know what my point in saying this is.

--

I swear, English can be such bullshit sometimes. All of the little exceptions to the rules, and lame, lame technicalities.. It's funny. Today the very basis of grammar, the one rule that I have taken pride in having mastered for years, was knocked over and replaced by some bullshit in my textbook that not even the teacher got.

It's freaking doublethink.

Our math teacher's back now. She lives up in the mountains, and got snowed in for a couple of days, keeping her from getting down here. During this period we had this crazy substitute who always wore Africa-clothes and knew nothing about math. She said that she was taught how to teach in a different way and that switching methods would throw us off.

So we had to learn a whole bunch of crap on our own, which didn't make any sense, and I commend Karmi for visually examplifying my sentiments.

I didn't do anything in Phys Ed today, and I won't have to do anything tomorrow. It's the Basketball finals, and I'm not in one of the winning teams. My friend is in the finals, but he really doesn't want to do that, and he's planning on hiding out in the bleachers.

Meh. I'm glad I'm not him.

We played Half-Life 2 Deathmatch for a while, then Counter-Strike: Source. He wanted to play the Ravenholm level in Single Player, too, and he gets annoying when he's scared in games. His screams are like the primal screeches of the African Howler Monkey, echoing through the desolate wastelands of my cluttered and hazardous computer/game room.

Then we ate macaroni and cheese, another fine food.

I can't stand my brother's voice right now. His cough is accompanied by a scratchy throat, and he sounds like some waitress named Midge at Denny's. I'll leave you to ponder over that for a while.

Comments (3)

« Home