I don't like school much. If I didn't tell you that, you might think I loved school because I just got back from it. Nearly seven straight hours of lab work and our shit still ain't working. Optimistically, we're 50% done. On top of that, there's another project that needs to get finished. Bullshat. That's what I call it. Bullshat.



So that's what's been going on over here on this side of the pond. Over at muscle beach, Jeff "So Buff Girls Can't Get Enough" Defensor has put up pictures from the birthday bash I alluded to the other day. Check 'em out if you wanna see me retardedly shit-faced and lookin' dirty as fuck. I really should start fixing my hair again. I can't rock the flowing mane like I wish I could. And maybe start shaving again, but I think I'm gonna try to grow a soul patch. But I digress. That's embarassing stuff, yo. I guess that's what comes out of a blazin'-40 night. Next time, we'll try a blazin'-80 night. You heard it here first.