My Red Swingline

The last few days have been pretty rad. Two of the easiest exam in existence (I'm serious - I think I used one formula throughout the whole maths one, and the rest of it was 'what is the mode of these variables? And the variables are 22, 41, 31, 31, 31, 40, 22, 31, 31, 31, and 31. I finished it in my head in the reading time and then wrote the paper in two minutes), and then just a constant rush of concentrated awesome every since we got out of that.

I won in yet another Mario Kart three-way, too.


Okay, now I had other things planned for this post, including going to see Jarhead and my insomnia returning, but this is slightly more important. My vision is fucked.

Just before the above paragraph, while typing, everything swayed from colour to monochrome. And now, it just did it again. I don't know whether this could be caused by lack of sleep or too much time staring at the monitor, but I know one thing for sure. I'm getting off this here internets and getting my head down tonight.

I'll just leave you with this:


< Ben > I'm just off to cook myself a Chicken Kung Po
< Willeth > that sounds like it was personally hatched by chuck norris
< Willeth > then slaughtered with a roundhouse kick to the beak once it had reached maturity.

Of course, MSN is being shithouse madeira, so he ddn't get my replies. But he knows, now.


I'll see you after the sandman visits. Night!

# Fall Out Boy - Sugar We're Going Down (oll) #