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Well Music is kind of my major. Marching Band is required of all Music Ed (Instrumental) majors. But then again I was gonna do it regardless. Idk. Ima start chilling and skip a class or two and not worry. I believe in LPSology. Plus it's halfway through the semester already. Didn't know that. I don't have that much else to work on, I just gotta keep on top of things. All is chill now.

Here’s a little something about stress. It sucks. It sucks like getting stuck in traffic on the way to work and realizing you are in New Orleans and there’s a hurricane, then you wake up and are convinced that it was all a just dream until you realize that you actually are in New Orleans during a hurricane, you have no house insurance, and your girlfriend left you for your father after emptying your bank account.

Stress kills sanity. Locks onto your sanity and ices it. Pretty soon you are convinced you are a failure at life, you’re not getting that degree, and you are doomed to wander hungry for what remainder of your life there is left because you suck. You get one too many low test scores and your world falls apart. You can’t do homework, you can’t concentrate in class, and you can’t even play video games correctly. Not even whacking off to paizuri pleases you anymore. All that you can do is challenge a tree to a fist fight and declare a truce once your knuckles start bleeding and you’ve thrown enough rocks at it.

Spanish sucks, cellular biology sucks, and statistics suck. When the hell am I going to use Wilcoxin’s Rank testing, the concept of photosynthesis, or say “no me gusta espanol” at any point during my career? Here’s a list of uses I’ve made so far for each of those subjects:

- Whining about the subjects while writing a stupid spiel about stress.

That’s it.

Things will get worse once I get a job. I’ll have more money, but maybe not enough time. I can’t drop a class without pissing the dean off for some reason and I’ll feel like I’m letting a professor and my family down, which pisses me off even more. My jaw aches from possible TMJ, my knuckles are sore from punching a tree, my knee hurts, my roommates smoke too much, and I’m still a virgin. I hate that last part most of all. I had a girlfriend. I could’ve solved that problem, but no. I had to play by the government’s rules and play the “wait-until-age-of-consent” game. Shows how much good playing by the rules actually does you.

In short, I'm stressed.

I'm sorry, I thought you was corn.

Dear Santa,

How’s it going? I know we haven’t talked to each other in years. Going through puberty tends to make that happen. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m alive and well. I’ve also been a good boy. Well, not really, but I’ve been better than a lot of other people so far. Remember Hitler? Yeah, I’m not like him at all, so I guess that earns me some points towards presents this Christmas. I’ve compiled a list of kickass gifts I would like for Christmas this year. I’d appreciate you getting them to me. You will be handsomely rewarded with 2% Milk and grandmother-recipe fudge for your efforts:

I would like:

- At least three blonde sex slaves, preferably bisexual. Make sure they don’t have ******** up grills and are STD free. I prefer they be mostly naked with Christmas ribbons for thongs and have pretty little bows over their breasts.
- A bottle of fermented cider. Add some Jack Daniels and vodka to that as well. Mixing those together should brew something to knock my a** into next Easter.
- The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim if I haven’t already gotten it by Christmas. I mean, seriously, Nords against Dragons. This game is going to kick a**.
- Lots of hot sauce.
- A nuclear bomb dropped on top of Ireland. They’ve had it way too good for way too long.
- Someone better than Ron Paul running for president. Time to face facts; nobody running right now is any good.
- This picture kicks a**. I want a framed blow-up of this picture hanging over my fireplace.
- I want a fireplace.
- I want my own house.
- I want no bills either.
- ….
- Hey, this list sucks!
- ….
- Why do the girls go wild?
- Damn, this is the worst Christmas list I’ve ever written.
- I like it.
- Paizuri rules too. Make sure the three blonde sex slaves can perform paizuri.
- I want my car to stop squeaking too.
- Bugs the crap out of me.

Well, that should be it. Don’t let Blitzen or whoever kick you in the a** on the way out of the North Pole.

Sincerely,
Some lazy a*****e.

I have such a strange combination of excitement and fear going on right now it's ******** YOU EMOTIONS, GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM.

I read this as "shitty 40s music" and I was like "********, I'd be pissed, too. Damn flappers" {i know flappers were 20s, its a joke}


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In other news. Awesome had his first bath today, and instad of a climbing post, the kittens have taken to my legs/lap. They chase eachother up, then push eachother off of my lap. Right now one is on my arm.
I love kittens.
This one irs tron tthe ke1yboard.
One just bit my toe.

Awesome wants nothing more than to play with them. It's sad.

Despite being in a relationship that I enjoy, I really want more sexual experience.