  bring out your dead and your trans fatty acids, for we have come with the sacrifices. i am being and i am impatient, hungry and foolish. and anyway, my dad (who is not happy that i spend money ordering cds from the 'net) always says that my music sucks, but he's the one who listens to sappy retro love songs.
my mother thinks every kind of music sucks apart from theresa teng numbers. fine. anyway, i am tired and i've got tests next week and i haven't studied for anything either. i have, at least, cleared up my tuition homewrok (the rest of my stuff remains "homerot", clever pun eh). err, jen is a nice girl. yeah right. bye. 
