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Yeah, so Nayami wakes up today and notices the new Naruto chapter is finally out. 'Bout damn time. Download and wonder what the hell have I gotten myself into. Sasuke has gotten even girlier looking if possibly. All needs to do is dye his hair and he'd be spitting image of Sakura. I never even saw a picture of Naruto since the whole thing was just a bunch of scenes featuring Sakura and Sasuke teaching their respective animal summons how to do sexy no jitsu. No I have no idea why and yes, this did involve Sakura turning into a man. Damn, she looked fine!
Needless to say I was quite tramatized so I decided to head off to my human sexuality class. The professor was late TO THE FIRST DAY of class. So we had a sub. Kevin Cline. Now well I prefer Keven Spacey about ten times over, it never occured to me to question why Cline was teaching our course. After all, he did a marvelous job in Kinsey, or so I hear. I never got the chance to see it since my Dad swiped my wallet just so he could go see Elektra for the gabillionth time. Cline went into full Kinsey-mode halfway through the class, bringing up the spectrum and all and causing a wholescale riot among some of the boys, who refused to believe that even one-milli-tenth of them could have bisexual tendencies. I'm scared of fights to I ducked out of that and chatted it up with Subaru. For those who don't remember, Subby's the squirrel that used to live next to my dorm. He's since relocated to the field right next to the Diner.
Subby was surprisingly vocal today and wanted to talk to me about North Korea. I wanted to complain how the boa constrictor my Shakespeare prof keeps in his office should be kept under tighter watch. Damn thing ate my AP Stylebook. Those things are expensive. They're also important in helping me remember that it's "Where you in my way" and not "Were you in my way." I get those two confused all the time. Of course, when I checked the stylebook prior to its becoming constrictor-chow, it was telling me how England technically belonged to Brittain and needed to be followed with a comma and U.S. to prevent confusion. That only confused me more.
Pissed about my book and my close-minded class, I just wanted to go home. But the bus wasn't there. Something about warp tunnel interference. Anyway, instead I had William who had just shown up in Tom's Tempo. Hmm, I thought the Tempo needed an alignment check. Wasn't going to happen now since half of the Tempo was made out of fur and looked like something from the old Beetleguice cartoon. I told William I didn't want a ride, even though it was scorching outside (like 102 degrees), because he's talking scares me. And he suddenly started singing "Phantom of the Opera." When I asked him what sort of drugs was he on, he simply responded that someone told him that song can be used to woo any girl. At the statement, I ran into the pool beside the Art&Soche building. I'm guessing I passed out since everything after that is a blur.
When I go back to school tomorrow, I'm going to ask the book store if I can get insurance for snake damage.
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Needless to say I was quite tramatized so I decided to head off to my human sexuality class. The professor was late TO THE FIRST DAY of class. So we had a sub. Kevin Cline. Now well I prefer Keven Spacey about ten times over, it never occured to me to question why Cline was teaching our course. After all, he did a marvelous job in Kinsey, or so I hear. I never got the chance to see it since my Dad swiped my wallet just so he could go see Elektra for the gabillionth time. Cline went into full Kinsey-mode halfway through the class, bringing up the spectrum and all and causing a wholescale riot among some of the boys, who refused to believe that even one-milli-tenth of them could have bisexual tendencies. I'm scared of fights to I ducked out of that and chatted it up with Subaru. For those who don't remember, Subby's the squirrel that used to live next to my dorm. He's since relocated to the field right next to the Diner.
Subby was surprisingly vocal today and wanted to talk to me about North Korea. I wanted to complain how the boa constrictor my Shakespeare prof keeps in his office should be kept under tighter watch. Damn thing ate my AP Stylebook. Those things are expensive. They're also important in helping me remember that it's "Where you in my way" and not "Were you in my way." I get those two confused all the time. Of course, when I checked the stylebook prior to its becoming constrictor-chow, it was telling me how England technically belonged to Brittain and needed to be followed with a comma and U.S. to prevent confusion. That only confused me more.
Pissed about my book and my close-minded class, I just wanted to go home. But the bus wasn't there. Something about warp tunnel interference. Anyway, instead I had William who had just shown up in Tom's Tempo. Hmm, I thought the Tempo needed an alignment check. Wasn't going to happen now since half of the Tempo was made out of fur and looked like something from the old Beetleguice cartoon. I told William I didn't want a ride, even though it was scorching outside (like 102 degrees), because he's talking scares me. And he suddenly started singing "Phantom of the Opera." When I asked him what sort of drugs was he on, he simply responded that someone told him that song can be used to woo any girl. At the statement, I ran into the pool beside the Art&Soche building. I'm guessing I passed out since everything after that is a blur.
When I go back to school tomorrow, I'm going to ask the book store if I can get insurance for snake damage.
down the rabbit hole