It's the weekends...

And I skipped school again.

I have to stop this before it becomes a habit.

So we face the truth in around 37 hours. Are you excited? I know I am. More excited about seeing everyone again than the actual results. Maybe I'll go back on Monday and everyone looks different except me.

That wouldn't actually be any surprising at all.

Acctuuaally I haave beeenn waantiing to commmennt onn aa groowiing pheenomeenon amoongsst baad typeerss noow. Thiis. I meaan, yeaah, yoou typee shoorteerr soo youu saavee sppaacee I geett, buutt mooree letttterrss? Whaat arre youu, aa sppeeechh deffecct? Noot to bee diisresspecctfuul too peeoplee whoo acttuaally haave itt. Itt'ss eiitherr thaat orr youu aaree tryyiing to sooundd liike a sloothh. Iff slootthss acctuuallyy tallk. Theey'dd annssweerr abboutt a miinuutee latteer, buut yeaahh theey'll soooundd liikke thhaaat.

Leet'ss trry reetyyping thiis wiithouutt thhe exxttrra leettters.

Actually I have been wanting to comment on a growing phenomenon amongst bad typers now. This. I mean, yeah, you type shorter so you save space I get, but more letters? What are you a spech defect? Not to be disrespectful to people who actually have it. It's either that or you are trying to sound like a sloth. If sloths actually talk. They'd answer about a minute later, but yeah they'll sound like that.

You save Four. Whole. Lines.

I keep wondering, "What's next?"

"Replacing letters?" - Thjs js pnly rfbdblf tp pfpplf whp bctvblly knpw whbt kjnd pf cpdf j'm vsjng.

I'd rather keep my other ideas in case they get used.

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Alright people, for those who haven't read yet, go look through my February archives and look for one that's titled "This is sooo fun...". Read it, and come back and read this. For people who read it and remembers, good.

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Hey, bastard, hi. First of all, congratulations on making a fool out of yourself. You have, undoubtedly, ate everything that they dished out to you, all of which is crap. You licked up the dishes nice and clean.

I love that.

You think you're good? I'm better, you rich brat. Stop saying how rich I am (I'm not), your dangerous brand of sarcasm isn't getting to me anymore.

How's that?

B-ch.