Home sweet home.... Or so they say

Today is my waiting-for-people day. This early morning, I've waited for people to get up and response to my messages, interpretation of a simple sentence does not conclude an understatement. Caught an early bus on my way to LCCT. Yea, I did get get the desired seat and get the worst seat-mate, uncontrollable smoky breathing. Early check in meant to be a flight delay. I had to wait extra 2 hours. Huh. Horror. Dah la sikpat cuci mata. And the worst seat ever -31- *ujuuuuuuungggg skalik* My butt will never ever touch those seats ever!! Listening to high pumping volume mp3 making me oozing in another world of sweet candy. Nyummm.. i want french toast...

People don't care when you care. You know why? Cause people have lives, whereas I just sit around looking up new ways to blow shit up with my mind.

It's all a hoax, by the way.
Shit doesn't blow up. It doesn't even actually move. It's just lies.

What really happens is that your eyes get all tired out from squinting, and your brain becomes all loopy because brain cells are exploding as a result of excessive concentration. The girls keep on trying to be skinny and give birth to ugly babies. And the whole time you're just trying to keep from fainting, which makes you all delusional and shit, and the moment before you black out, things appear to move. Black out on this Saturday is the IT thing.

I discovered that today.

Also, I learned that blackouts are a waste of a time. and if anymore of my brain cells explode, I'll start typing like this,

"dsifhodshfiewytw9e8t30843rjnhkuffsdfewrewfdsv

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

We wouldn't want that. Makes no sense. Also not that funny. I apologize if you type like that.

Didn't mean to be offensive.