Thursday, June 23, 2005

Somebody just did something at somewhere. Didn't you hear about it?

I hate the internet. It will one day be my downfall.

I'm supposed to be studying for a quiz right now. Why would a chemical engineer need to know about protein and amino acid is just beyond me. Maybe one day I'll be able to NOT do anything with it. And we all know that you have to be very prepared for that, right? I mean, you definitely HAVE TO know about the things that you will never use in your entire life.

You're a doctor? Good. But do you know how to make a clay pot? No? Geez, are you sure you're a certified doctor? Where did you go to med school? Tijuana? Oh I'm sorry. It's Cancun. My bad.

You're a fashion designer? Great. I need to cut that dog's testicles out. Help me. Hey, HEY! Wake up! Can you believe this guy is a fashion designer? That mother fucker just fainted. Goddamn it!

You're a lawyer? Awesome. I need a favor. Can you screw me? Like totally screw me over? Yeah? Cool, thanks.

So, besides lawyers who seem to put just about everything they know to use, we, the non-lawyers are just wasting our times with proteins and amino acids.

In the time to procrastinate studying, I've managed to
  • write this post
  • watch porn
  • jack off (for the 3rd time today. Impressive, huh?)
  • sell a porn on eBay
  • talk on the phone
  • read 506 different blogs
  • try to add this shitty blog to TTLB ecosystem, but failed 'cause some asshat already registered with my URL. Fucking ay.
  • talk to my roommates
  • walk around the house
  • check my email for the 47596th times
  • scratch my balls
  • read about Oprah and Hermes. Really, WHO THE HELL GIVE A FUCK??!! And while we're at it, can somebody please tell me what's the big deal about Birkin? It looks like a piece of shit to me.
  • zone off for the 503rd time in an hour
  • search for pictures of Josh Wald. I'm so in love. So in love. So so in love. So so so in love. So so so so..... okay, you get the point.
  • thinking about making a booty call. Pros: I'm not sure, but I think maybe, just MAYBE, sex is involved somewhere in there. Cons: Gotta wake up at 7.45 am tomorrow; gotta finish up studying. Final verdict: a unanimous NO BOOTY CALL. I hate my juries.
I have to go now.