4 out of 5 papers done.
Tomorrow is Legal Skills.
Hard to fuck up that one
Unless you start doodling.
And then begins the fun.
Why am I rhyming?
End-post post:
Ladies and gents,
Tomorrow is the last paper of the year,
predating a 5 month summer break
(is that possible?)
for a happy ounce of fun
(summer doesn't last that long)
and lots of days to relax and take a break from life's monotony
(we don't even have summer)
and thus, I shall have a nap.
Post-post post:
Dear God,
(seriously)
I don't want to die sad,
I don't want to die in pain,
and I don't want to die with a guilt trip.
I would like decent grades.
No, I demand decent grades.
I want to fly up, out, off and away
(I'll miss the food)
Post-Post-Post Post:
Watch Daria Morgendorfer!
You say 'post' often enough it gets to sound really stupid...
Like that time I went saying
Thats the sniper
Up there is the anti sniper
and there's the anti anti-sniper
and over to the left, an antisnipersniperantisniper
and that's Ted Theodore Logan and his friend S. Prescott Esquire
and together, they are
WYLD STALLYN!
sorry...
Stationnnnnnn...
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