It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments Another incredibly dull and boring day at school. Blech. Blech. Triple blech. Chemistry was good, SEAMUS’ MOM Mrs Berger did some pretty cool demos, which included the use of POTASSIUM IODIDE which Nazzy enjoys to no end. But English is completely unruly, German just doesn’t have any rigor because there’s only ever six or seven people in the class, Spanish VI is a breeze, French I wouldn’t be nearly as bad if it wasn’t during the long period (class too easy waugh); calc and econ, my last two classes, are really the only ones I really find good (not that the substinance of Chem is so bad, it’s just first period). Calc is difficult to a degree, econ is laughably easy, but it’s still a good class because Grab has a much better handle on us than, say, P. Schmiddy. But, anyway. Nazzy kept going on and on about Ywahka during lunch (at least, that’s my best representation of what the Russian said were the cyrillic letters, it’s ‘ushanka’ for us crezzy capitalists). I mean, I’m pretty hat-crazy like I am pants-crazy, but, seriously, get over the russian hats, Nazzimus.

Slept all afternoon. Woke up, had dinner, beat Zeonic front. Although now I get to play through it again with harder baddies but I’ve got Dom Troppen and Funfs and Gouf Customs and all sorts of L337 Zeonic 8H|7. A WINNER IS ME.