by Lex » Fri May 17, 2002 3:41 am
Well, yeah, this is pretty sweet. I'm heading to Napier University to do an Honours Degree in Film, Photography & Imaging.
Y'know what that means? Well, I'm gonna tell you what that means, bitch, because I can't spell means;
I WILL HAVE LETTERS AFTER MY NAME HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT BITCH!
I WILL BE Alex Douglas Bogie Gray, BA (Hons)!!!!
W000000000000000t!!!!
Uh, yeah.
This is a more art-based than technical course, which is kinda strange as I got in on a Folio of work I thought was terrible; I don't have an artistic bone in my body.
But yeah, my third year can be spent in LA, so I'm in. Plus there's the ability to do a 2-year videogames course in the 'states afterwards.
Most people want to be the next Spielberg. Pah! I want to be the next McGee. By that I meen I will actually be proud enough to put my name on my products, not desperate enough.
Okay, I should probably stop typing now, 'cept to say:
MORE BOOBIES APPEARING ON GROUCHO COMING TO A PR0N PALACE NEAR YOU! Last day of school, you just have to scream at a bunch of girls infinetley higher in social standing than you "Who's brave enough to flash their tits?!?" and you always get a couple of takers.
Didn't quite get the head-girl, though, which is a shame. I wish there was a Mick's Unwashed Outback Tavern over here so I could nail 'em later.
And that classic thing of having you shirt signed last day? I wore white trousers. Got them signed and lipstick-stained all-over, including a "HERE'S TO MY SEX-GOD!!!" on the arse from Bubbz, and a kiss on the crotch from same.
What happens the next day? I look around for those trousers, those trousers I would have kept forever and ever.
WELL NO! FORTUNE PISSES IN MY SOUP ONCE MORE! MOTHER DEAREST SNUCK INTO MY ROOM AND DECIDED TO *TAKE MY DIRTY WASHING AS A SLEPT OR SOME SHIT* and now I don't have the kisses, though the writing is still just visible.
Stupid wench.
As for bombing the school to bits; not me, I just got the blame for totalling a teacher's car (a teacher I'd never had any social intercourse with before, I've never even done any of her courses). But Bubbz did get expelled on the last afternoon for flame-throwing a school tie for symbolism n shit while the headmistress (Principal?) was watching.
Should stop typing now.
But... Okay, right, boobies posted here or on Groucho? I mean, there is a base specifically for this kind of thing over there.
Well, yeah, this is pretty sweet. I'm heading to Napier University to do an Honours Degree in [i][b]Film, Photography & Imaging[/b][/i].
Y'know what that means? Well, I'm gonna tell you what that means, bitch, because I can't spell means;
I WILL HAVE LETTERS AFTER MY NAME HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT BITCH!
I WILL BE [b][i]Alex Douglas Bogie Gray, BA (Hons)[/i][/b]!!!!
W000000000000000t!!!!
Uh, yeah.
This is a more art-based than technical course, which is kinda strange as I got in on a Folio of work I thought was terrible; I don't have an artistic bone in my body.
But yeah, my third year can be spent in LA, so I'm in. Plus there's the ability to do a 2-year videogames course in the 'states afterwards.
Most people want to be the next Spielberg. Pah! I want to be the next McGee. By that I meen I will actually be [i]proud[/i] enough to put my name on my products, not [i]desperate[/i] enough.
Okay, I should probably stop typing now, 'cept to say:
MORE BOOBIES APPEARING ON GROUCHO COMING TO A PR0N PALACE NEAR YOU! Last day of school, you just have to scream at a bunch of girls infinetley higher in social standing than you "Who's brave enough to flash their tits?!?" and you always get a couple of takers.
Didn't quite get the head-girl, though, which is a shame. I wish there was a Mick's Unwashed Outback Tavern over here so I could nail 'em later.
And that classic thing of having you shirt signed last day? I wore white trousers. Got them signed and lipstick-stained all-over, including a "HERE'S TO MY SEX-GOD!!!" on the arse from Bubbz, and a kiss on the crotch from same.
What happens the next day? I look around for those trousers, those trousers I would have kept forever and ever.
WELL NO! FORTUNE PISSES IN MY SOUP ONCE MORE! MOTHER DEAREST SNUCK INTO MY ROOM AND DECIDED TO *TAKE MY DIRTY WASHING AS A SLEPT OR SOME SHIT* and now I don't have the kisses, though the writing is still just visible.
Stupid wench.
As for bombing the school to bits; not me, I just got the blame for totalling a teacher's car (a teacher I'd never had any social intercourse with before, I've never even done any of her courses). But Bubbz did get expelled on the last afternoon for flame-throwing a school tie for symbolism n shit while the headmistress (Principal?) was watching.
Should stop typing now.
But... Okay, right, boobies posted here or on Groucho? I mean, there is a base specifically for this kind of thing over there.