Friday, February 22, 2008
[On the way to Pizza Hut]Nishant: [Points at me] " And then this bloody bugger says what he thinks is under his breath-"Me: "It wasn't supposed to be under my breath."Nishant: "That doesn't make things better."Me: "Yeah, but at least accuse me of the correct things."[Literature]Raphael: "So ok class, you know how last week we went to the beach to do a 'haiku'?"All: "Yup."Raphael: "Well, ironically, this week, we ARE supposed to do a haiku. At the beach."Me: "Wow."Daniel: [Leans over] "You mean you guys didn't do a haiku last week?"Me: "Get real. It's Lit. We go to the beach, slack for one period and spend the rest eating lunch."This week is the shizz'o'fizzle of my a-b-c-easy-as-1-2-3 spluttergurglechoke sockrocker.
Whatever the hell that means.
In other even less important news, Monday was pointless except for an exceptionally annoying English CA paper. When your
draft is
two freaking hundred words long, and you have about...10 minutes to write your actual summary, you know you're kinda a bit
damn bloody screwed.
Ok talking to Jo-Ann on phone =)
Lino squeezed Panda at 10:03 PM
