ohhh fall. i welcome you with open, although hesitant, arms. you bring that awful 's' word that we dare not speak of sometimes and it pisses me off that i don't get to enjoy the change of leaves, the sunny days and sweater-wearing nights.

i digress. this isn't what this post was supposed to be about. i don't really give a shit about fall-- i'm back at school, what the fuck do i care what the weather's like? i only like summer. if i could have constant summer, i'd be happy. but i live in the goddamn arctic so summer is a rare, glimmering two weeks in september.

agh. tangent.

so i'm back to school. blah blah blah, you know the deal. it's great, it's fucking awful. it's amaze-balls, it's fucking hellish. i'm just so ready to be finished that i can't actually think about much else.

i hate my classes, but whatever. nothing i can really do about that now.

see? i'm showing my maturity. last year i would've been skipping and just fucking around. i'm still fucking around, sure, but it's not as bad as it could be.

FUCKING SHUT UP, SPORTSCASTER. i just want to watch canada SLAUGHTER (house) the japanese rugby team. i don't want to know about how much of an investment the canadian rugby team is and how if they lose tonight (which they most certainly WILL NOT) they'll most likely be strapped for cash blah blah blah. FUCK OFF GODDAMN CHERRY BLOSSOMS. the lumberjacks or whatever we call ourselves will MURDER YOU.

fucking christ i'm amped.

the national anthem makes me cry everytime i watch it. i'm not a patriot by any stretch of the word (i hate this goddamn nation of toque wearing, hockey humping mitten munchers, truthfully).

what was i trying to say here? i don't know. this has melted into how anxious i am about this rugby game. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck i need to get in shape so i'm not a putz next season.
and you know... for romps in nola. but talking about that just makes me even more angry/mouthy/bitter/anxious/excited so i can't talk about it.
ever.
so don't fucking ask.

i have to devote all of my attention to rugby now... brb.

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ohhh fall. i welcome you with open, although hesitant, arms. you bring that awful 's' word that we dare not speak of sometimes and it pisses me off that i don't get to enjoy the change of leaves, the sunny days and sweater-wearing nights.

i digress. this isn't what this post was supposed to be about. i don't really give a shit about fall-- i'm back at school, what the fuck do i care what the weather's like? i only like summer. if i could have constant summer, i'd be happy. but i live in the goddamn arctic so summer is a rare, glimmering two weeks in september.

agh. tangent.

so i'm back to school. blah blah blah, you know the deal. it's great, it's fucking awful. it's amaze-balls, it's fucking hellish. i'm just so ready to be finished that i can't actually think about much else.

i hate my classes, but whatever. nothing i can really do about that now.

see? i'm showing my maturity. last year i would've been skipping and just fucking around. i'm still fucking around, sure, but it's not as bad as it could be.

FUCKING SHUT UP, SPORTSCASTER. i just want to watch canada SLAUGHTER (house) the japanese rugby team. i don't want to know about how much of an investment the canadian rugby team is and how if they lose tonight (which they most certainly WILL NOT) they'll most likely be strapped for cash blah blah blah. FUCK OFF GODDAMN CHERRY BLOSSOMS. the lumberjacks or whatever we call ourselves will MURDER YOU.

fucking christ i'm amped.

the national anthem makes me cry everytime i watch it. i'm not a patriot by any stretch of the word (i hate this goddamn nation of toque wearing, hockey humping mitten munchers, truthfully).

what was i trying to say here? i don't know. this has melted into how anxious i am about this rugby game. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck i need to get in shape so i'm not a putz next season.
and you know... for romps in nola. but talking about that just makes me even more angry/mouthy/bitter/anxious/excited so i can't talk about it.
ever.
so don't fucking ask.

i have to devote all of my attention to rugby now... brb.