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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

'kay so I'm actually supposed to be sleeping right now. Yes, it's 2:50 AM. What's your point?
Anywho, I was seriously planning on doing some extra math homework but one thing led to another. Sooooo I'm just going to finish it off tomorrow before PhysEd. I'm such a badass aren't I? Y'know it's true. B)

Whatever. Point is, we're doing Indoor Wall Climbing tomorrow. Or today. SAME THING. Gosh you people are picky. At first I was pretty panicky but now I'm psyched. It should be fun. Oh yes, back to the main reason I was oh so eager to update.

Yeeeeah, so Sunday, I went to Buffalo (Yes, Buffalo New York STATE. Not CITY. STATE) and we did our thing, go shopping and shit. I ended up buying four shirts. I wanted to by myself a new pair of Converses (Chucks if you will) but I didn't want to blow all my wonderful American money on one thing. That's why I think they should open a Converse store at STC or something. Better yet, at PMall. ANYWHO, we were driving back, using the 'hi-tech' GPS and the time of arrival said 6:15 AM. It was already 6:15 PM so we thought that there was something wrong with the GPS. Not until we reached some deserted highway did we realize that we were headed for New Jersey. So we turned around and parked at a little gas station and supposedly fixed the directions on the GPS so it was set for Toronto. So here we are driving again and we see a sign pass us saying "Welcome to Boston" or some random shiz like that. At this point I'm thinking What the fuck? How did we end up in Boston?. But now I can say that I've been to Boston. What now bitches. ;). Soooo we just ended up getting a free map Yes, those old custy paper maps. and drive back to Buffalo and just follow the signs saying "Peace Bridge (insert arrow here)".

Story of my life. (x

On to other matters. My generation is boooodmon. Drunkies & shit. Like what the fuck is everyone thinking?! GOSH. No, I'm not 'soft' and crap, I'm just stating the truth. I don't needa get wasted just yet. I prefer to have my personal sense of "dignity". It's a policy.

Still, whatever. Just think, Keito will be serenading me with his guitar someday. I gotta keep a clean record for the future. Can't end up a cyaaaattie. There are the odd few like JENNIFER. Haha kidding. Love you bitch. (:

Any-who. Me is exauhsted. So bye bye reality and hello sick fantasies.

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