Whoa man. College is really demanding and challenging. Tsk. Barely managing to hand in my homework. Tomorrow’s Parent-Teacher’s Day and hell yea am I going to get complained about not handing in assignments on time. BUT at least I hand them in OK? Better than last time when I was still in high school.
Oh, and I REALLY failed my advanced function test. 20/55. If you take it as 100%, it’s less than half, so means EPIC FAIL. Funny thing is, my teacher will be letting me re-sit the test on tuesday. Why? Because she thought I was sick on exam day and couldn’t concentrate 100%. Fact was, I was really sick, but not to the point I couldn’t answer questions. Man, my acting deserves an Oscar. =))
OH, and i PAWNZZ the noob that sits next to me in English class YET AGAIN. Man, I know I shouldn’t feel cocky, but heck, I really think I can own him with both my hands tied to my back. HAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Got home today. Was sitting on my bed reading a book when this sudden, mad and overpowering urge to SHIT overcame me. I had my iPod plugged in, but I just rushed to the toilet, pulled down my pants, nearly ripping them and rushed to the bowl of doom. I sat down.
No shit, no motion.
I dulan. Very. Because I got shit urge, but shit no come out.
Suddenly, Benny Benassi’s ‘Satisfaction’ began to play on my iPod. I syok sendiri, bobbed my head along to the music.
All of a sudden, a torrent of hardcore bombs of despair and stinkiness raped the water surface of the bowl of doom. Now that’s what I call real ‘satisfaction’
Conclusion: Music helps moves the bowel. Owns.
Just like how Ulquiorra owned Ichigo.
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