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Saturday, August 12, 2006

motorcycle driver, motorcycle driver. DONT YOU KNOW!!! BMX is BETTER THAN SEX!

louisa pointed out to me the other day, that whenever i speak to her it's sex related. i don't speak to her very often, and as i have learnt in my quantitative analysis for business systems class, that the sample size is too small... however, there is basically 100% rate of me talking about sex.

(the bus stop seat was wet the other day and i was sad)

i guess it's kind of true... if you look at the last 3 blog post subject headers, and this one, 75% are sex related. even though two of them are song lyrics, and the other is related to someone else who none-stop talks about sex... to someone who doesn't know me very well... they'd think im obsessed with sex. salona touched on this about a month or two back in one of my blog posts.

(this is my database tute. thats amir. his fat body is covering most of the tutor... who kicked me and jon out of the tute because i was doing my work, and then jon took a photo of me. i dont see any logic in the expulsion.)

sex.

im bored.

must... keep... blogging... to... waste... time... and... not... do... assignments...

(james looks dead. but creepy dead because his eyes are open.)


my day was shit today. i had to wake up at 7.30. the first face i saw was jons, (jon is obese. and a nerd.) so naturally it was going to turn into a shitty day. the first 4 hours of my day consisted of learning about motorbikes. im not very smart at motorbikes. but im better than james' brother. which means im smarter than james.
jon is a motorbike nerd. 100% my ass! pfft.

sex.



then i went to work. ate lots of food. minutes seemed like hours. almost died. then came home.



because there was no one interesting to talk to on msn/gtalk... i decided to hang with my mum. i'm really cool. yep. i hang out with my mum on a saturday night. (i have to work early on sunday mornings... so i don't go out. i swear!)
we watched this rad new tv show thats gonna come out in summer i think. its about this drug dealing mum. its basically, desperate housewives with weed. so it makes it pretty entertaining. i'll watch it at least.

(last week... well, 2 weeks ago now... at uni was like cultural week or something. so one day before a lecture, salona and i bought this pink drink which was apparently rose/lychee/golden syrup. it was gross. we couldn't even give it away. there was also fish balls on a stick. they were yum, but we were suspicious as to where the balls came from, because it didn't feel like normal fish. and we also got a cup of corn. all for $2. bargain? im still not sure.)

ps. sex.

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