Metal Reviews

I have spent the last hour watching Sweden - Denmark in the Women's European Handball Championship...I am bored as fuck.

So, uh, any good, uh fuck, I don't know any handball terminology. Uh, did anything interesting happen? Are they at least hot?

It's Sweden vs Denmark... how could they not be!?

You'd be surprised.

Haha, I don't know that much about handball either, especially not women's handball. But they really aren't that hot, Sweden's national women's football (soccer) team are generally much hotter. But at the moment the commentators are nuts because it looks like Sweden is going to win, which is a huge surprise according to them...

I'm pretty sure I did horribly on a biology test on the circulatory system. *sigh* There's always the respitory system, I suppose!

Shut up. You'd be confused, too, as a native English speaker. You try dealing with a language missing half the articles you're used to having.

Bwahahahaha!

I don't remember where I heard it, but I have heard that both swedish and finnish are difficult as fuck languages to learn.



Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!

I'll have you know I'm tied for the title of "best student in the class" with another girl. (The class is at UMass, so it's more co-ed than normal.)

At least someone appreciated it.

Tired and stinky.

Tired because it's 1:33am. Stinky because I haven't showered since yesterday (I think). Is it too late at night to have a shower? Probably not. I'll post this and go bathe.

On another note I'm also stinky because I've been working like a hooker's beaver trying to finish my bar renovations before New Years Eve. Judging by my progress (which is fairly good), I might not make it. Looks like we'll be going down the local instead. I really should have taken a "before" pic and then an "after" one when I'm done. Pew! I've also got a bit of a beard going. That needs to go.

Im sick, i have a cold, and i feel like shit.

we did a presentation on Vodafone today in Marketing and the teacher loved it

i was quite pissed off at this nerd in my class. she's from the group that topped us in the written part, but then god penalized for a slightly inferior presentation. at the end of ours today the stupid bitch starts asking questions trying to poke holes in our work. fortunately she got owned.

i don't get these overly-competitive types, i mean, fine, go and study and get your fucking A, that's one thing, it's another thing entirely to try to make everyone else score worse!

Same here.

pretty good, only three more exams to go, aced 8 of the 10 previous ones. Went chrismas shopping today, bought some pretty nice things for my gf, mother and a few friends.

Tonight at work I'm squatting on the floor filling the eggs, when I glance up and see the hottest girl I have seen in quite some time (what, with being on holidays from uni and all). She was about 20ish, brunette, awesome body and all. But what makes this story so special are the hot pants. Hot fucking pants! Tiny, white hot pants! With just a tastful hint of lower bum-cheek peeking out from below.

There's not much else to that story.

As for that pigeon that I found, I gave him to this guy I work with who is nutty about pigeons and doves. I always offload my doves to him and in return I get parrots. He reckons that this particular pigeon is a "tumbler" used by people to guide their homing pigeons home. Well, I'd never seen homing pigeons around my place at the time that I gave the bird away. So what happens? Yesterday I saw a group of very lost looking homing pigeons in my suburb. And somewhere out there is a bloke saying, "Some cunt has got my tumbler!"

Haha! I was telling this lady at work this story tonight, so I'll reiterate it here;

About 12 or so years ago I was a mad karate fan. One night at the dojo we had these two beginners who happened to be very short, very fat, and very old grandmas - obviously out to try something new. All well and good. At the end of the lesson we were doing these stretching excercises. This one in particular involved standing back-to-back with a partner and linking arms at the elbow. Then one would bend forward and lift the other onto their back. From this position the person being lifted is stretched backwards over the other's back. Get the idea? So I was the guy being stretched, and from down the end of the dojo were the two old ladies doing the same exercise. Then suddenly the one on top was stretched so far that the most enormous fart bellowed out. It was long, deafening, and fucking hilarious. But being the disciplined martial artists we were, none dared to laugh. Yet I could feel the bloke underneath me convulsing in an attempt to hold it in. Amazingly everyone held a straight face. But at the end of the lesson when the grannies beat a hasty retreat (never to be seen again), the whole place erupted in hysterics.

Good times. Good times.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!