Murdering Air

Original Facebook Date: November 25, 2007

Location: Study - Smells like lemmon - Sleepy.

Feeling: Restless

Listening to: AC/DC - Shot Down in Flames

Shit......SHIT!...these freakin’ cards…

I’ve been trying to pefectionate my card throwing technique (It’s all on the effing wrist), ever since I saw Adam Savage do it in a very memorable episode of Mythbusters (Cards, everywhere) and see them swirl through the air like little blades of black, red and white. I’ve gotten better, I guess..

So, while I try to make my ace of spades stick into the sofa, I return to Carelibro and realize how such a plain and even boring site can be so fucking addicting. Damn. I just browsed through groups and people for like hour and a half before realizing that my coffee had gone cold (I hate cold coffee) and seeing what kind of stoopid thing I had fallen into, evil little applications that are a motherfucking waste of time [(The geek test! Bill Gates Scored 12 (out of 10), and you?]. And to make things even more dull, I have a (useless) Latin exam tomorrow, and had to memorize declinations (1000 pesos if you guess what that fucking is, hehe) with silly word mixes like aearum, umos, ois, uma and iaea. Shit, I hate Spain’s Education Ministry, making Latin obligatory for the humanities option in 12th grade, fuck you it’s like disturbing the dead (languages).

A friend of mine told me that Latin’s only use is to confuse people, but why would I bother with Latin when I’ve got English (in a school where many are too stoopid to speak or pronounce it properly) and It’s various accents, which I am abusing of frequently. Besides my normal English accent (Gringo standard), I’ve learned to be fluent in British (A bit of Monty Python, many memorable characters and a bit too much BBC documentaries), a the begging I hated it but I eventually enjoyed it because playing a typical English gentleman amuses me greatly. I know I have to give it a rest when I start saying stuff like:’’Good Lord, is school over already?, well chaps, I’ll see you around then, Good Day.’’ Making fun of British people is great. Then there’s Scottish (Braveheart 3 times, Peregrin Took, perfected with Trainspotting) Ahhhh, speaking like someone from Dundee makes me wanna wear a freaking kilt and yell Scotland’s your daddy or something of those sorts. My friends laugh when I do Scottish, specially when I start insulting then (Take a frreaking mule and fuck it frront of the telly laddie!!!) or hopefully when I say something stoopid (By Sean Connerry’s balls!! What’s this shite?). Anyways, I seem to still be learning English unconsciously, this time by the action of Great Britain. You probably won’t heard the end of it. (Support the Scottish Independence Movement).

Sharkman signing off.

P.S: Mon french accént is verry goot, but it needz further practice. Zis too goot.