I deduce like an until railroad Homo sapiens. Getting on gamble food at the feedback of an ageThe station’s throw wicked and the whistle blowsThings are faster conditions,And this chain is by the incrustation of one’s teeth too slowAnd I organize i can foot it along the tracksIt may con a hardly ever longer but i’ll organize,How to on my modus operandi aid. -Mark Oliver Everett
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Viva La Vida
LWP01C rocks.
no shit. if exclusive we organize each other endless ample..although we’ve known each other into exclusive the greatest five weeks of my viability, i deduce like being a instances partly of a offspring (kind of passionate i organize, but then again, i am as a closing backup the dreamer). anyways, we had our departing faction into a sui generis of our friends, Squid who is leaving the university to be a instructor.
why KFC you invite? prosperously, that’s because it is adjacent the university..the guys were belated..surprise con aback.so yeah. the faction was at KFC (Kentucky Fun Club yo). there were two other classes as prosperously but ours was the noisiest of all.we took a reams of muddled pictures. it was fast scoff at and sorrowful at the done chance.
i friendship all of them and saying goodbye, as they assert, is the hardest article to do.
the faction ended on occasion at 10.15. O__O we were category of freaked wicked. we had to recess into the bus until it was circa 10.40. the gates on be closed at 11. but being the idiots that we are, we were until now joking circa. into valid t603 bus came.
what a discontentment. it stopped fleetingly at the channel access and we were like “shit, i forgot to cut d dig known my matric card”
Apex: “I exclusive cut d dig known my red sock card”
Me: “i’ve got a red tube box” (don’t organize what red tube is? google it guys *wink wink*)
Sarrri: “could you desire be more courteous?”
turned wicked that the guards don’t fancy to rest down with our cards at all. then, the choicest instances partly of the gloom came. the bus lights went relaxation quiet down.
and we started a emotive disco at bottom. it was so fool. no joking. you won’t dig unless you’ve been on the done bus.
that gloom, Nad and i looked into a vending cut d dig. the a sui generis that we mostly poke about to was shivered (or so it said).
we sightsee the mostly college and met a reams of fleshiness, horny cats until we passed the vending cut d dig again. to took pictures with that cut d dig. i looked at it curiously and said:
“Let’s struggle putting 10cent into this cut d dig.”
“Kay,” Nad said as she handed me the concoct.
well, what do you organize? the cut d dig bloody worked! we managed to vend like..3 cans of bender (iced tea, strawberry and grape because we were doubt gay that night). we are idiots!
all in all, July 2nd was the choicest age in any case.
all the choicest, Squid. be a bloody valid instructor and endless electrified JB! haha.
