Showing posts with label lube. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lube. Show all posts

1.22.2008

hakuna matata

whelp. yep. midterms. They suck pretty bad but Ms. Ruhman's dad died so she wasn't there today so we just cheated anyways. The math one was okay... there were about 65 problems so each one was probably worth 1.5384615384615384615384615384615 (repeating). Yeah, dashboard calculator. So, if I get one wrong that will only be 1.5384615384615384615384615384615 taken off of a 100 point grade. I don't think it will be that bad. On a better note, my birthday's coming up. Presents are greatly appreciated. You don't have to get me a present though... just.... you know... presents? Yeah. We were going over our science midterm and every time Ms. Sherman would say 'petroleum' Kevin would say 'jelly'. It kind of reminded me of the conversation I had a long time ago with Jenni Milling about petroleum jelly used as old people lube.
Maxwell is forming a list of things that are a dead give away for gay people who are 'in the closet, but want to stay in the closet.' the 8th thing on the list is buying lube by the crate full. That one made me laugh pretty hard.
Photobucketthat's Wentz/Beckett love. I made it in art club.
I was sitting in my room and I was playing with a lighter and it basically exploded and the butane got all over me and it smelled weird... now my room smells weird.
Photobucket We have that magnet on my refrigerator. I guess that's it for today: overwhelmed. Midterms and new schedules and not getting enough sleep.

12.14.2007

numero uno

This is my first post on this site. Exciting? Yes. You know, I had an interesting conversation with Jenni Milling this evening. About petroleum jelly. Old people use it for lube. Isn't that gross? I think it's gross, becuase old people are like celibate. They do not fuck. That's just disgusting. I'm getting a horrible mental image right now that I'm trying to block, but it's like, not happening. I've realized that I'm indeed addicted to the computer. I completely change my myspace every day because I get bored of having the same layout. I change my song every ten minutes. It's really bad. Max says he's never seen anything like it. I can type 65 wpm. Which means words per minute. In case you didn't know that.
So we're definitly going to die in 2012 and I'm scared. I want to see past the age of 20, becuase like, what's the point of living now if I'm just going to die in fucking five years? I don't know either! It's pretty retarded. I hope it's not slow and painful, becuase that would suck ass. I hope it's just quick and I don't even realize what's happening. I'm probably going to hell though. Because I'm a horrible person. But that's beside the fact. What happens if I'm like the last person left in the universe? Like in I am Legend? That would suck. I'd probably save Stinky too. If she's still alive then, because who knows? She's got this weird thing on her back and I don't know what it is but it looks like a tumor. It scares me. What would I do without Stinky? Probably kill myself. That's what. We'd go play golf and try to find a cure for all the vampire zombie people. Or whatever they are.