Just to reiterate, anonymous comments suck. Ass.
But on a happier note, I still have a paper due on Wednesday! Yay! And I think it may be on Turkey! W00t! Yeah! And I think I just might not fail! Maybe! Yeah!
On an even happier note, I actually have nothing to put in this space. Though Koz is playing a ska version of Come on Eileen on his computer. Which kicks ass. Major ass. Like--at this very moment, I am masturbating to the sound.
Well, perhaps not. I don't want to weird Koz out. But DAMN! Come on Eileen in ska kicks ass! Except when it skips. Which it's doing. Gah! That's terrible. It's like Com-come on Eil-l-l-l-l-een. Terrible. Oh well. The whole experience is good.
Oh, and Danielle's here right now. Supervising. Cause she's obsessive like that. And that's sort of why I said I wasn't actually masturbating. And for saying that, I got flicked. Yeah.
So anyway, getting off the subject of Eileen (who is hot), let's talk about... Turkey. As it turns out, the three military interventions in 1960, 1971, and 1980 only really amounted to two. Which is disappointing--you see, in 1971, all that happened was the head leader dude of the military, Gürler, was all, "All right, bitches! You're going to need to make the people stop sucking or we're going to have to take over again!" And then the Prime Ministery guy was all, "Fuck you, motherfucker! I'm a-resignin'!" That dude kept running his party, though, and the constitution didn't change at all, so it wasn't like the sort of thing that happened in '60 or '80. Man... those were kickass times. The military was all, "Okay guys. You all suck. So we're taking over. Blahblahblah. And now that we've given power back, we're just going to threaten you with our constant shadow in the government, adding yet another reason for your inefficacy! Bitches! HAHAHAHAHA!"
That's pretty much how it went. Now all I have to do is write about nine pages about that and one page about how it relates to some theory or another. Not sure which, exactly--need to do some more reading to figure it out. But the point is... I kick ass! Yay!
And... more ska from Koz's computer!
Oh yeah, and Koz = Fred the Roommate. Just in case you didn't get the memo. Good? Good.
And so, I must depart. To eventually study (yeah right).
And I have a French final tomorrow! BOOYAH!
And now that I have finished up my quota of ridiculously short paragraphs and capital letters, I will actually depart. (That was the quota for italics there.) (And here's the quota for parenthetical statements.)
(Hasta la byebye.)
But on a happier note, I still have a paper due on Wednesday! Yay! And I think it may be on Turkey! W00t! Yeah! And I think I just might not fail! Maybe! Yeah!
On an even happier note, I actually have nothing to put in this space. Though Koz is playing a ska version of Come on Eileen on his computer. Which kicks ass. Major ass. Like--at this very moment, I am masturbating to the sound.
Well, perhaps not. I don't want to weird Koz out. But DAMN! Come on Eileen in ska kicks ass! Except when it skips. Which it's doing. Gah! That's terrible. It's like Com-come on Eil-l-l-l-l-een. Terrible. Oh well. The whole experience is good.
Oh, and Danielle's here right now. Supervising. Cause she's obsessive like that. And that's sort of why I said I wasn't actually masturbating. And for saying that, I got flicked. Yeah.
So anyway, getting off the subject of Eileen (who is hot), let's talk about... Turkey. As it turns out, the three military interventions in 1960, 1971, and 1980 only really amounted to two. Which is disappointing--you see, in 1971, all that happened was the head leader dude of the military, Gürler, was all, "All right, bitches! You're going to need to make the people stop sucking or we're going to have to take over again!" And then the Prime Ministery guy was all, "Fuck you, motherfucker! I'm a-resignin'!" That dude kept running his party, though, and the constitution didn't change at all, so it wasn't like the sort of thing that happened in '60 or '80. Man... those were kickass times. The military was all, "Okay guys. You all suck. So we're taking over. Blahblahblah. And now that we've given power back, we're just going to threaten you with our constant shadow in the government, adding yet another reason for your inefficacy! Bitches! HAHAHAHAHA!"
That's pretty much how it went. Now all I have to do is write about nine pages about that and one page about how it relates to some theory or another. Not sure which, exactly--need to do some more reading to figure it out. But the point is... I kick ass! Yay!
And... more ska from Koz's computer!
Oh yeah, and Koz = Fred the Roommate. Just in case you didn't get the memo. Good? Good.
And so, I must depart. To eventually study (yeah right).
And I have a French final tomorrow! BOOYAH!
And now that I have finished up my quota of ridiculously short paragraphs and capital letters, I will actually depart. (That was the quota for italics there.) (And here's the quota for parenthetical statements.)
(Hasta la byebye.)
1 Comments:
At 13 December, 2004 23:42,
Anonymous said…
Italics!
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