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10/25/2003 - There's some crust in my eye [TV- Comedy Central]
Heyo. Yeah. I had detention. BECAUSE I'M FROM THE STREETS, BEYOTCH! Kidding. I just missed the first homework assignment of the quarter, so I had to stay after. Yeah. I got out at 3:45. I was required to go BACK to school at 6:00, like all freshmen, for this big retreat thing. We went to the school, played more foosball than a cannibalistic soccer team, went to a senior's house for dinner, had a prayer service (It's a catholic school, by the by), and went to sleep. When we woke up, we ate more food than a cannibalistic foosball team, and played dodgeball until there was not ONE PERSON that was not bleeding from the head. Fun! I got out around...4 PM today, I think. I went in at 6 PM yesterday. Woo! And no, I assure you, there was no rape of any sort. Besides the prices at the vending machines. *ba dum PSSH!* I was playing Ragnarok today. I've been trying to reach the assassin temple that is heavily guarded by there sand demons called "Ghosts", that are ferocious, meaning they attack you without warning, and usually do around 100-120 damage. My life is at 405, so I kinda have to avoid those, y'know? I've tried MEELIONS of times to get into that place, and finally become a full-fledged assassin. So, yeah. I'm struggling, and I finally make it into the temple. I reach through the winding corridors (also littered with ghosts), and finally meet up with the Assassin Member Initiator, or whatever the bad Korean translation dubbed him. Apparently, my job level needs to be 40. I'm at 21. Hooray! But there is one great thing about today: I got some new mints! CUPPICUINO mints! CAFFEINATED CUPPICUINO mints! Two of them equal one cuppicuino! Woo. G'jerb. They have this show //Greg::2:09 AM EST\ # | |
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