man, my dad killed the internet last night. and now that i've survived one internet-less night, i realised something. i'll die without google. yeah, google of all things. but last night, i would turn to my com and think lets google this and then i'll realise that the internet's dead. phooey.
but i'll have nightmares of high heels and hairless chihuahuas if i didn't have itunes. and seriously, they are a lot scrarier than death. oh but no worries, with the bimbo project in place, hopefully they won't be so scary anymore. and gahs, i'm just a bucketful of wit today, arent i? and if you can't tell, i'm being sarcastic -.-
bzzz. i need to do work but since im ace-ing procrastination 101, i shall rant about... yesterday. basically went to school at an unearthly hour for physics supp, then had a IH lecture that rendered me brainless for... an indefinite amount of time. after that had lunch with ying and joey, then popped over to joey's house with ying. where i subsequently got badly trashed in word games. brainless, see?
and then, (while i was still brainless) me and ying fooled around like complete retards while joey just laughed at us. aye, brainlessness is dangerous.
after that... well... let's just say it's all part of ying's plan to stop me from being a couch potato. except that one, i spend most of my time in this extremely posterior-unfriendly chair (which i predict i will break soon) and two, i love potatoes.
"bah, whatever that means"
and now ying has brainwashed me with myron bolitar and winsdor horne lockwood the third books. gahs.
this is how you pull off the air guitar.
form an ok sign with your hand...
and fan your groin.
i just love my sense of humour, don't you?