I GOT MY KEYS BACK. Some guy with awkwardly long hair who cuts his t-shirts into v-neck sleeveless shirts took them by accident last week. But now that fiasco is all over. So that's kinda nice.
Last night my roommate's car alarm went off at about 1:30am. For whatever reason I thought that I had some secret alarm that kept going off every 10 seconds or so when it woke me up, and I went on an absolutely rampage trying to find it. I threw everything off my bed, pulled my bed off the wall, crawled around on the ground and looked for this alarm that I most certainly do not own. Finally I checked out the window and saw his car flashing me. He was super confused when I woke him up. The first word he said was "WOAH." Kinda made me giggle. Stupid malfunctioning volvo electrical systems.
By the way, rampage was a super fun game. The whole game's purpose is to run through the city as these monsters that vaguely resemble characters from other games (donkey kong, the 2 monsters from Ninja Turtles 2, etc.) and destroy everything. You step on people, punch helicopters, climb buildings and jump on the top of them and somehow that smushes them to the ground, and all sorts of fun stuff. Fun for the whole family. And by the whole family I mean me and my brother when we were like 10 or so. Still, super fun.
Lastly, it's only 1 day until my birthday. I better be getting something awesome from you guys. I don't have any suggestions but you can probably just read some of my old posts and find some stuff that I think is awesome. So I'll probably be getting either a box full of blue jello packets and a shirt from www.animalshirts.net or I'll be getting nothing at all because you all hate me and just read this so you can make fun of me behind my back. I'm pretty sure that's the 21st century definition of friend anyway. I'm basing that solely on the movie "Mean Girls" because I think that it's a fantastic portrayal of the plight of the pretty popular girl.
I'm wearing Spice Girls shirt today to take my finals. It should be a good day. From now on they will probably call me Scary Spice, because I'm black. People are racist out here.
Last night my roommate's car alarm went off at about 1:30am. For whatever reason I thought that I had some secret alarm that kept going off every 10 seconds or so when it woke me up, and I went on an absolutely rampage trying to find it. I threw everything off my bed, pulled my bed off the wall, crawled around on the ground and looked for this alarm that I most certainly do not own. Finally I checked out the window and saw his car flashing me. He was super confused when I woke him up. The first word he said was "WOAH." Kinda made me giggle. Stupid malfunctioning volvo electrical systems.
By the way, rampage was a super fun game. The whole game's purpose is to run through the city as these monsters that vaguely resemble characters from other games (donkey kong, the 2 monsters from Ninja Turtles 2, etc.) and destroy everything. You step on people, punch helicopters, climb buildings and jump on the top of them and somehow that smushes them to the ground, and all sorts of fun stuff. Fun for the whole family. And by the whole family I mean me and my brother when we were like 10 or so. Still, super fun.
Lastly, it's only 1 day until my birthday. I better be getting something awesome from you guys. I don't have any suggestions but you can probably just read some of my old posts and find some stuff that I think is awesome. So I'll probably be getting either a box full of blue jello packets and a shirt from www.animalshirts.net or I'll be getting nothing at all because you all hate me and just read this so you can make fun of me behind my back. I'm pretty sure that's the 21st century definition of friend anyway. I'm basing that solely on the movie "Mean Girls" because I think that it's a fantastic portrayal of the plight of the pretty popular girl.
I'm wearing Spice Girls shirt today to take my finals. It should be a good day. From now on they will probably call me Scary Spice, because I'm black. People are racist out here.
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