This'll be the last post I'll be doin' before the end-of-years.
STRESSED. RABID. FRENZIED.
Wth. Exams suck. I WANNA GET THIS OVER AND DONE WITH.
Jerian lent me, like, 10 albums. Thank you Jerian. Lucky Jean; has MTV for a boyfriend.
RX + Jerian = Every song ever recorded.
The new Click Five album SUCKS.
AFI's metal is seriously HARD.
Bowling For Soup ain't that great aside for some bloody rockin' tracks.
Call me Cowell.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Houston, You've Got A Problem
And serious issues.
Do I like High School Musical? No. Do I like High School Musical 2? Nope. Am I going to like High School Musical 3 which is coming up I dunno when? (Forever will be too soon.) Over my dead scrawny body that used to be able to do a pull-up. (I can’t do one now. Wth?!) Geez, why do people keep asking me these questions? Do I look like someone who likes stupid, immature films with wafer-thin plots that have zero entertainment value? Yet, almost everyone I know is, like, NUTZ about it. If we were looking for any proof that the world is ending, this is surely it. People freaking over how “good” the granddaddy of Z-grade films are. Get a life. And the songs are no big deal either. Any one of Britney’s hits can (friggin’ totally) pwn them. And that’s really saying something.
Let’s see. I last posted… before the holidays. Okay. Update.
History play: Unexpected pwnage of other classes. I think Pris cried when we won. Prize: 2 boxes of Ferero Roche. Choc heaven.
Simile Song: Settled for obscure song by freak singer. Sounds horrible. Song: She’s Like a Swallow. Suckiness can be easily inferred from title. Presentation sucked.
Holidays: Major WarCrafting. ‘Nuff said.
Handphone confiscated till exams end. Expect 1000+ SMSes that will crash the M1 network the next time I turn it on again.
Do I like High School Musical? No. Do I like High School Musical 2? Nope. Am I going to like High School Musical 3 which is coming up I dunno when? (Forever will be too soon.) Over my dead scrawny body that used to be able to do a pull-up. (I can’t do one now. Wth?!) Geez, why do people keep asking me these questions? Do I look like someone who likes stupid, immature films with wafer-thin plots that have zero entertainment value? Yet, almost everyone I know is, like, NUTZ about it. If we were looking for any proof that the world is ending, this is surely it. People freaking over how “good” the granddaddy of Z-grade films are. Get a life. And the songs are no big deal either. Any one of Britney’s hits can (friggin’ totally) pwn them. And that’s really saying something.
Let’s see. I last posted… before the holidays. Okay. Update.
History play: Unexpected pwnage of other classes. I think Pris cried when we won. Prize: 2 boxes of Ferero Roche. Choc heaven.
Simile Song: Settled for obscure song by freak singer. Sounds horrible. Song: She’s Like a Swallow. Suckiness can be easily inferred from title. Presentation sucked.
Holidays: Major WarCrafting. ‘Nuff said.
Handphone confiscated till exams end. Expect 1000+ SMSes that will crash the M1 network the next time I turn it on again.
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