Oh god. Get me back to the states.
Dec. 14th, 2005 06:25 pmYou know it's bad when my brain reaches the point where I write bad puns in the essay of my final exam. For example! Today, last exam of the semester, my Etruscans exam, and I wrote "...the tombs are all of similar construction, track housing of the ancient world. Of course, on the inside they could hold a wealth of treasures, or could just be bare bones."
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My brain had gone and died a horrible punny death. But regardless!!! I'm DONE (sorta...there's still that large egg tempura I have to finish) BUT REGARDLESS I AM DONE!! NOW ALL I NEED TO DO IS PACK AND RETURN MY PHONE AND EAT AND QUAFF WITH FRIENDS AND THEN GET TO THE AIRPORT AT 7:30 AM ON FRIDAY MORNING AND I'M PRACTICALLY HOME FREE! I AM GOING TO BE HOME ON FRIDAY!! MY FEET WILL TOUCH U.S. SOIL AT 3:20 PM EASTERN STANDARD AND I'M GONNA WANNA KISS IT, POPE STYLE!!!!
SQQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
On that note, I still have to buy something obnoxiously touristy for
singealiene and
muneybags6.
OMG. I'm going to go and doodle for pleasure in the meanwhile. OMG. I can doodle for pleasure now. OMG. FUCK YA!
EDIT:
Oh, Lindsay, been thinking. If Tammy is money-bags, and you are booze-bags, does that make me punny-bags? Cause it's really the only thing I have in constant supply. That and a humourously painful relationship with the english language, but that doesn't quite have the same RING to it, you know?
That is all.
.....
My brain had gone and died a horrible punny death. But regardless!!! I'm DONE (sorta...there's still that large egg tempura I have to finish) BUT REGARDLESS I AM DONE!! NOW ALL I NEED TO DO IS PACK AND RETURN MY PHONE AND EAT AND QUAFF WITH FRIENDS AND THEN GET TO THE AIRPORT AT 7:30 AM ON FRIDAY MORNING AND I'M PRACTICALLY HOME FREE! I AM GOING TO BE HOME ON FRIDAY!! MY FEET WILL TOUCH U.S. SOIL AT 3:20 PM EASTERN STANDARD AND I'M GONNA WANNA KISS IT, POPE STYLE!!!!
SQQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
On that note, I still have to buy something obnoxiously touristy for
OMG. I'm going to go and doodle for pleasure in the meanwhile. OMG. I can doodle for pleasure now. OMG. FUCK YA!
EDIT:
Oh, Lindsay, been thinking. If Tammy is money-bags, and you are booze-bags, does that make me punny-bags? Cause it's really the only thing I have in constant supply. That and a humourously painful relationship with the english language, but that doesn't quite have the same RING to it, you know?
That is all.
Where are you?
Date: 2005-12-15 05:04 am (UTC)Re: Where are you?
Date: 2005-12-15 08:09 am (UTC)Oh. And I have all of two hundred dollars to my name. and that's still without buying christmas presents. I'm fucked.