Crikey, the old b-log. Frankly it terrifies me. My last entry was on December 21st, yet it claims that it was updated on the 24th. What kind of mysterious update that never happened could that be???
Anyhoosers, it's all been bewy bewy quiet up in TonyTown, as it stands I've been working out my university timetable (I have no idea what I'm doing, don't be surprised if I get booted out of uni in week 1) and studying my katakana. Didn't take long to master hirigana. And you know, I never would've thought that I would do most of my studying after finishing school.
Now then, I thought I would make the statement now, because I can type really really fast and it doesn't require much effort for me to make this statement (wee look at me type, I'm faster than a speeding individual. Zoom zoom zoom... err, yeah, anyway), VINCE YOUNG SHALL BE A TITAN.
Not really a bold statement, but I thought I would declare that now so I could be one of the millions who celebrate the Titans' draft day when Young is announced as being pick #3, or alternatively one of the millions who scream with rage at the television when Vinny is shunned by those in Tennessee, Titans get Jay Cutler, while McNair and Bulluck announce that they're going to play for the Colts from now on and my head explodes. ...Worst-case scenario.
Ooh, and I went to big Spengler's party a week ago and haven't left the house since. I kinda sat there looking witty most of the evening, because I'm a bit of a bust at parties. I get all quiet and nervous, possibly because flashing neon lights and loud noises terrify me. They don't in actuality, but it was fun to think that they did.
I ended up leaving early 'cause I was feeling lonely. Only I could achieve that, feeling lonely at a party. It's a long story, one that I shan't divulge to make myself seem more enigmatic. Either way, Erin had already spilt her booze on me, that drunkard. lo
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