*shudder*

I encountered gay magazines at Borders. Scary. Daniel was reading some film magazines, and I was browsing the shelf right next to the film mags. The label said "fashion, lifestyle" and stuff like that. So I thought, OK, these should be interesting.

Or so I thought.

This is what happened in a matter of a few seconds:

Arm control, this is brain command, you have new orders
Proceed brain command.
Retrieve and extract magazine from the 2nd top shelf. Go go go!
Affirmative. Moving to objective.
Halt! We've received new intel. Those three mags show muscly men in underwear.
I'm assuming it's a health mag, sir. You know, those that give you work out tips and such.
No... we got previous intel. Those mags are waaaay over there.
We're going to proceed.
Negative! I repeat, Negative! Do NOT proceed!
Hmm... "sports the new gay porn"... ok...
Ignore it, we are proceeding.
Is that what I think it is? Gay what? "Gay M *letters covered by man's face* (an)"?
It's a gay mag!
Are you sure?
Half naked men, words saying gay, fashion and lifestyle section... These are gay mags!
Oh shit. Gay porn.
ABORT ABORT ABORT
RETREAT!

I want a report of the mission.
Sir, we did not reach the objective area. Recon and intel showed that the zone was hot... not that kind of hot. We averted heavy casualties sir.

blah

Not happy. I'm a little ticked off at life. Categorise me if you wish.

I just feel like I'm outside the loop of things. No. I'm not going to write out what is going through my mind right now. And no. Not on here. Sure... how many people actually read this? Those that do, fuck it, you ain't gonna read what goes on deep in my mind.


Ok fine.

Basically, I'm just lazing around doing nothing. I'm sure people are up to something. Out there doing something. How come I'm not part of it. Yeah. You can answer that, or give a solution. I don't want to hear it. I'm working on it. And it's not going well. I keep getting angry at the situation.

And how come nobody randomly drops in and visits or calls me? WHY? Sure, sometimes it can be an interruption. But it's nice. Shows that somebody cares. OK, I admit. I rarely call people or drop in on random visits myself. But I got excuses :). I don't call unless I have a purpose for calling. That idea has changed a bit, but it still stands. But again, I'm not sure if I'm interrupting. Or they're out working, or just plain out. Without me. Same goes for random visits. I tried doing that. But they're either not home, or I'm inconviniencing. Uninvited visits that result in that are discouraging.
But yeah. How can people respect and love you if you don't do the same to yourself? Oh I love myself. (and respect) I'm just not happy with a few circumstances. And I want to change it. You got a problem with that? Where's the love y'all?





Got my timetable done. Not very happy with it. I got heaps of breaks between classes. Long breaks. I could use that time to study. But chances are, I'm going to be too exhausted to do anything in that time. And when I get home, again, tired. Joy. Not doing any work, and getting royally screwed come exam time. I guess I could use that time to also go meet people.

Did I mention, despite planning to pick classes with my friends... it didn't work out. Bugger. Last semester I had classes with randoms... There were some nice people, but they were just acquaintances. And the other, some of them were just mean. Ignore me eh? Fuck you!

exams are over

Yay! Exams are over.

Terrible.
Law, couldn't write much. Forgot my cases. Probably answered a few questions wrong and off topic.
Bus Stats, was alright. They threw in theory!
Finance, was alright. Not too sure about some of the questions.
External Reporting... FUBAR. That was really bad.

Anyways. Time to send off resumes and get me some better jobs.

the internet is for porn

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5430343841227974645

The internet is for porn!

It's a funny musical sung by muppet like puppets. Except in this vid, its by WoW characters. Hillarious.

But think about it. Who created the internet? Geeks in the military. Uh... quid pro quo?