I feel like I'm being watched. Everyone in Macs is quiet and paranoid. They look round all beedy eyed and fucking dodgy, like one of us is a murderer. No one says a word. The American in the class probably thinks New Zealand is full of paranoid pussys. Old red face sat next to a girl, oooooh, he's fucking glowing now. Not a word. If silence was golden, we would all be fucking millionaires. I don't want to sound hypercritical of course, I havn't said a word either. Obviously I'm looking around the class as well, but I think my glassy eyed gaze isn't as paranoid. Wait for it, two words were spoken. There are more sentences, they speak quickly and quietly. Their initial excitement fades. as more people turn up, the hustle and bustle increases, and people start to feel at ease. the hillbilly is here, red faced yokel. Its on. I looked at my first sentence, whos the paranoid one?
A dominating stare, or a gorking glare, that is the question. There's a real nice chick in here. Being as nice as she is, she must be in the wrong class. I don't want to see her embarresed when she finds out she's in the wrong class. Not grade A, but the best Macs would ever see. Back to the staring juxtaposition. When you make eye contact with someone do you A) look away in defeat, showing your lack of confidence B) keep the stare going until the other person looks away, proving your dominance yet risking the title of a gorker or C) never make eye contact with anyone, spending the rest of your life never looking in to anyones eyes. Its a hard day. Study for 4 hours, essay due in tommorrow. I said god damn, god damn. I hate Uni. The only good things are the chicks and the mother fucking cricket. Renee is the mother fucking cripple master. If I was a master, I'd be the procrastination master. Nice chicks embarresment. red faced and hurried rush to the door. 2 bags and jacket in hand, its hard for her to get her nice ass the fuck out. The lecturer was the catalyst, so she scapered. I nailed it, big time. Why the fuck did I come here. I think this is a sign that I need someone to talk to. FUCK. I wish I could draw. Today I found out that I'm a pesimist.
Jesus Christ, why did I come in today. Macs is really fucken boring. I'm goig home after this to eat shitty pizza and do my econ essay. I just can't be bothered today. I really can't. Oh yeah, that nice chick that had to leave the lecture on thursday, she was an hour early. She was waiting outside the lecture theatre when we finished. I never guessed that did I. I can't miss quan tommorrow thats for damn sure. i think I don't give my subconcience (sp?) enough credit. Do I really want to go home to watch the olympics? I don't know. I told myself not to watch any, I'm against it blah blah. I like it. It's interesting. I?m ashamed. When I dropped that pie on Saturday night, did I subconsciously drop that on purpose? I don?t know, it was a poor pie. I wish I had a pie now, even a pie as poor as that Caltex pie. If I wasn't such a god damn nice guy I would leave this joint. Fuck you Vladimir Pestov mother fucking Russian communist bastard. Vladimir, is that his name or am I thinking of Putin. Michael Corleone is a cool name isn?t it? I want to use it more often. ICQ - Don Corleone. We don?t give a fuck about the banaftaski mother fucking paradox. Banach-tarski can go fuck himself. That maori girl didn?t turn up today. I'm not fucking surprised. She was dumber than me. Russins say happens like hairpins. Rusha Russia Russians Rasians Rasains raise in Raisin Raisan Raisen
Holden Raisin
Ford Sultana
Honda Currant
Suzuki Prune
Daewoo Date
Daihatsu Fig
Toyota Apricot
Subaru Banana
Mental Anguish, fuck you Communist wanker. What the fuck is this guy talking about!? Fuck!
