Hollar from new computer land. All is well her. Nay, all is spectacular here. I'm sitting pretty here with my new Shuttle. It's only the greatest thing to ever happened to me. Other then that summer I spent with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines. My computer was delivered to me this weekend in a super chill enviornment and I quite enjoyed myself. Must have been the company I was keeping.

Interning is going really well. And when I say well I mean it kicks so much as its unbelievable. I just found out one of the kids I'm interning with is the same age as my brother and he went to the same high school as me. Coincidently we went to school together for two years and I never set eyes on him. He is moving into my old apartment complex and we both have mutual friends which is also really weird. Anyways, the next movie I'll be working on is called End Game. It's already kickin on imdb so check it out. All I'm saying is that there is a Porsche 911 in this film and if I get to run errands in it Im gonna die. Plus I will most likely get paid to work on this film. The names in the film are just so much bigger and so is the production. To say the least I'm excited.

More by Mark Osborne is what I will be writing my EMAF final on tomorrow. Two hours of that film repeating itself while I write furiously. Im going to watch it tonight a few times and take some notes so I have an outline in my head to help me out. I was thinking today in the shower, its where I do most of my best thinking, that if I really tired with my school work I would have outstanding grades. I missed a lot of school this quarter and slid by on a couple of assignments and Im still going to come out okay. At least I think I will. I guess if I did put effort into my school work I would be a lot better off. And sometimes its not even like I have something better or more important to do. I just don't want to. I'm just so lazy. So, in my never ending quest to turn into Chels so Dad loves me more, Im gonna start putting the E in Effort and rape Easterns academic community so when I leave this summer they wont know what hit them.

Things I hate: When lyrics don't make sense. Example?
"You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor"

WHAT THE FUCK ASHLEY SIMPSON. What the fuck. Just come out and say it.
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