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We're heading down to L.A. tomorrow morning. :/ We'll be spending a few days there to visit relatives and other such matters. I MIGHT be home for New Years. I really don't know.

In the time that I'm gone I don't expect to have access to the Internet or Nutang, so if I don't post for a few days, that's why.

I FINALLY ENABLED SUBSCRIPTIONS. LOOK IN THE MODULES

I got some (more) Threadless shirts on the 24th. Beelzebub, The Communist Party, and Emotional Trip. I was kind of surprised because, well, they look a lot bigger than my other shirts. I'm not quite sure why.

And for some reason the little thing that shows where you're typing keeps moving to other lines here. It's getting pretty annoying, since half of my word will get typed in the middle of a previous sentece and I have to keep going back to change it.

Uh.... here's a clean joke.

Son: Papa! Papa! The lid to our coal-chute was left open and a man fell down inside! What should I do?
Father: Quick! Put the cover on it- I'll call a cop and have him arrested before he can sue us.

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Sophia dropped by my house and gave this to me. And no, it's not a gag gift.

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Everything looks normal on my laptop. :S I don't get it at all.

I say "boo" even though the original term is "pooh" simply because the former doesn't sound the same as another word with a less preferable definition.

I guess "lovely" got added to my sarcasm vocabulary sometime in the recent past. Along with "boo."

I got Cs on two of my finals. :/ At least I know I can't get below a B in any of my classes.

Junior year so far kind of sucks.

And for some reason I'm forgetting how to speak English.

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It's a Mug's Game by Soft Cell

Oh god it's another night
And your head is feeling
Like a lump of lead
You should never have drunk
Those party-fours
You should've been home being good instead

Ever been in a déjà vu
And the end is the same again
You ran out of your silver thins
And you're trying to be so high class
Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like string
And though you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks
And you tell them 'Oh it's nothing
There's a million where those come from'
And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend
'Please lend me a few quid'

Oh god it's another day
And your stomach's feeling
Like a blown-up balloon
You should never have eaten that greasy food
The doctor told you that chili was bad for your blood

And you're standing at the chemist in Boots
Coughing up your guts like you're at deaths door
All this for a packet of Do-Do's
And the assistant gives you a wink and you turn bright red
It's at time like this that you wish you were dead
And you take the whole packet and you feel like you've drunk
A bottle of bleach
And you tell yourself 'Never, never again
Well, not until next week anyway'
And you were never one for holding drink
And you stagger off to the toilet
And you throw up like it was Christmas
And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes
And there's no paper towels
Now what else can go wrong for you
It's a choice between a cab fare home
And a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks
In the machine and the manager says
'Tough shit - drink up and leave'

Oh god it's another disease
And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to
Were speaking to you again

And you find yourself having sex
In the back of a car
And the girl underneath
Doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly there
And she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum
Is getting stuck in your hair
And there's something wrong
Something that you forgot
Oh Shit, you've forgotten the rubber
And you don't want a kid
Well, deny it was you
If your dad finds out
Then he'll make you stay in
And do your homework
And cut your hair
And wear your school uniform
Out in the street
Oh what a fate worse than death
Oh well he can't hit you
You can hit him back
And play your records so loud
All the ones that he especially hates
Deep Purple in Rock, Led Zeppelin II
Well even you hate those
Well on second thoughts
I think I'll leave home
And go and live um... in America!
Because they earn more money there
And you can get away with murder - Yeah!

Oh this is a Mug's game
I can't wait until I'm twenty one
And I can tell them all to sod off

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I just... find it funny. Don't you?

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