So after drawing a short crappy cartoon of a sea/monster crocodile thingy eating a person this morning I decided what to use my Star Wars journal for. I'm going to try writing poetry again! I'm not sure how this is going to turn out, cause sometimes poetry is fucking hard.
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| Other times it's hilariously easy |
Want to know what else is science?
Breaking Bad.
Want to hear an awesome story?
Of course you do, all my stories are awesome. Or embarrassing, in which case my friends think they are awesome and my brothers get ideas of what they're going to say at my wedding reception. (at this point it'll probably be at an all you can buffet in Vegas after getting drunk and hooking up with a stripper).
Anyways so our friend Cow (the dude who was living with us from France) unfortunately left just before Christmas to continue his travels and hopefully open up his repertoire of lame physical comedy. We miss his dumb ass already.
So the sneaky bastard hid a present for all of us (his roommates) in his old closet. I'm assuming he guessed that whoever took over his room would move the basket in his closet and find what he left. And damn I was super impressed by the deviousness of the plan. He got us the first season of Breaking Bad, a show I don't think anybody had really watched but that we knew he liked a lot. Dammit I wish he around to watch it with now. It's super awesome, but really dark and kinda funny in weird ways. I'm really into it.
Oh and speaking of roommates, duh. We have a new one! It's Katie (not to be confused with Kate). She actually Lived with a bunch of other friends of ours last year. So we're sure she's not some unknown degenerate serial killer....so far.
That's me. Titles don't mean much to me anymore.
Your friendly, neighbourhood SPIDER-SAM
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