Last dream I remember having involved something about me being in the army. Some desert sort of place. Face to face with "enemy", pull out pistol, safety on. Pull trigger. Click. Enemy smiles. Pull back on safety switch, kill motherfucker.
Avoid use of prepositions.
Either that chart sucked or I'm neither a geek, a nerd, or a dork. Perhaps they need to compensate for whether or not ones nerdy/geeky specialty revolves around their choice of major.
It's the holiday blahs. Many of us are either busy, drinking to cope with spending so much time with family, or not drinking because of spending so much time with family.
Proud to say tomorrow I'm ending my dry streak.
I'm not slavishly devoted to intellectual and academic pursuits although I'm pretty obsessed.
I am, however, resting my entire sense of self-worth solely on whether or not I get into the U of T pharmacy program. But fuck you. University will do a hell of a lot more for me than sports ever could.
"Edumacation."
EDIT: Why is there no "fuck you" option?
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