Got my Kid Koala CD yesterday. Well, one of them, the Carpal Tunnel album. It's so incredibly amusing. I want to know where he finds all of his sound clips. I think I'm going to have to get someone to pirate me some Fruity Loops or Acid Pro or something so I can get back into the swing of making my own crazy electronic music. So much stuff I gotta do yet, I still haven't bought Shanes birthday present and I'm pretty sure his birthday passed. Either that or it's today, but for some reason the 17th rings in my head. I need to write it down. I know Matt's is coming up too... but I dont know what the hell I'm going to buy that bastard. I have a few ideas. I miss that kid like whoa. Maybe it's just because I'm really kind of lonely over-all in the male department, but it really doesn't help that the one I want is 8 hours away in fucking Ellsworth, South Dakota. I don't even know how long he's out there for. Last time he was online he took my number though, promised he'd give me a call soon. We'll see.
Speaking of things I have to do, homework would be one of them. Y'know, with me being in school and everything. I sometimes marvel at myself and my seemingly endless well of really good luck. Not only did I miss two pop quizzes this week due to illness - which is legit, both of my teachers are going to drop and just average out the rest of my quizzes over the semester. My mind reels though, when I think of all the excuses I've made up, all the assignments I've turned in late, all the assignments that I just never did and still by some act of God get A's and B's. How, I ask you? I'm not complaining by any means. Maybe it's because I have, in fact, just perfected the art of slacking. Who knows. However, unfortunately even the best of us has to do some work because, unfortunately, there is a correlation between turning in homework and getting a decent grade. That being said, it's fucking beautiful outside, and whenever I decide to get off my ass and get dressed, that's where I'll be. Basking in the sun and bitching about excursions, reading about the weather, and about stupid white men in the south. It's going to rock. so. hard.