pump up the jam

day four... and I'm speaking english again.. whoopee

I just woke from a bloody seven hour sleep.. my head hurts right now.. yesssssss.. it's a bitch.

I still have to endure two bloody days here.. and I don't like mingling with the locals here. or maybe I just don't like the people smoking excessivley. or maybe I don't like the old women who kept on insisting that I'm bloody handsome.. but don't get me wrong.. I love compliments.. if I had a doctor he'd reccomend constant encouragement from people.. don't understant what I'm talking about? I suggest you get a team, get a whiteboard and act like House.. "what's the differential for blah blah blah blah blah"

bloody fuck.. I feel like a protagonist in a Michel Gondry film. maybe I am... raise your bloody hand if you think that I'd make a good character in one of Michel Gondry's films. you don't know Michel Gondry? too bad... well you can try renting his films.. if it's available on DVD.. or try going to the dark side and you can use the magic of torrents.. or there's IMDb and you can try reading the film synopsis.. but if you're not really interested it's fine with me.. but if you're totally bored and you don't have anything to do... then you might as well try something different this summer. but don't blame me if you felt like you wasted an hour and forty of your life.. it's your bloody call..

maybe I might be doing an entry later.. I dunno.. maybe not... maybe I'll be too lazy to type something later.. but boredom is a good motivator...