well, apparently ,my friend do not wanna be named so i shall call her what I've benn calling her in real life (since she hates to be rec. even in cyberspace and wants, rather, insisted, that , moi coined up a term for her...).
Miss Obese introduced me to this great amazing blog that adelyn introduced her to.anyway, the blog is from this really scandalous guy who sleeps ard but yet maganes to write in a really great manner and puts his thoughts into proper words and phrases (read: unline moi with tons of grammer and spelling mistakes)
but i shall not reveal the blog cos it is better off for you to go and look for it urself.
Next up, ok, i got many things to talk about today cos i had not been updating in some time.
Well, Miss Obese has this new found enemy in one of her classes and apparently, this gal is the class' common enemy too. She also has a special webpage she made to specially commemorate her meeting with her boyfriend, and all's written from her perspective. Phrases like hoe guy met amazing spunky gal and they "uprooted" (i swear she did use that word) to form a tree or something. Just shows the power of language and who some can use it to create amazing intresting blogs to keep me addicted yet others can mis use it to freak off moi. oh the commonenimy apparently reminded us of our very first commonenimy in campus call miss d***n and even they look scarily alike man. and this new commonenimy name's jolin, which does rhyme with d***n...haha...
Ok, i also watched harold and kumar sequel and i just wanna share this poem from the movie. . First I thought it was made up for the show only when i google it up did i realise that it is REAL ! It's by this guy called Dave Feinberg and the title is call Square Root of 3. Amazingly funny man.
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun,
as 1.7321
Such is my reality,
a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
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I love that poem to death! hahaha
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