Friday, February 06, 2004

Yurkos song of the day: Boys of Summer - by either Don Henley or the Ataris

Hey hey, ahoy hoy and all that junk and nonsense and welcome to post number 26. Yes i know ive put up two minor ones in the last few days but they really dont count; were more for me trying to get the whole music downloadage working but as of yet i havent been able to iron it out. It would appear that your going to have to continue to acquire my songs of the day though your favourite pirating source that or if you see me online ill be happy to send you the mp3. But yes on to whats probably gonna be a shortish postage dealie!

Hmmm what to talk about. Well firstly ive been happily promoted up to a desk now in English, up from the gulag that was the table beside the teacher, not good fun there i tells ya. Speaking of english been doing a heck of alot of reading comprehension tests latley; not all that bad but if have to read ONE MORE DAMN THING about sense and sensiblilty which i swear is the biggest load of crap in literary form since some idiot named shakespear decided to pick up a pen (in case you havent noticed, im not a big fan of the bard). Ok im exaggerating there, the biggest load of crap would be Dinner at the homesick restaraunt Now thats a crappy book. Other than that though english should be fine up until the boondoggle that is yurko writing an essay commenses.

Physics is well physics, what more can be said? Albeit im starting to think that i really should have stayed in the AP stream considering that the pace of the class is driving me insane! That and the fact that i appear to be the only person in that entire class who understands anything and are forced to answer basically every single question pullen thows out. Siigghhh... ah well at least it makes me feel smart so thats always a plus.

Social is probably the best thus far, that having mostly to do with the fact that i really like history and such. The course will probably get really dull once we get into the whole economics part but thus far its been pretty fun and the only class ive looked forward too every day. Plus having what i think is a really good teacher will probably have much to do with that (Jenn will disagree with this point but hey i stand behind what i think {well not literally considering much of what i think has a funny odor to it and well i dont want to be there when the winds shift}) Silly Musolini; what with his funny chin and eyes and all.

Yes well not a great deal occured this week, was very uneventful so hence the lack of anything really to talk about. Not liking this whole grading of my posts there Jenn, makes it feel like i have some sort of "Standard" to live up to or something and well im faaarrr too lazy for that. I must say though that operation Snub Erin and Desiree is having very promising results. Im curious as to how long they (specifically Erin) will continue to try talking to me, calling my name etc before they get pissed off and leave me alone. I had expect this to occur much quicker but as today will show that is appearantly not the case. Stupid people, thinking were all "friends" and all, well let me tell you something, Yurko has a really good memory for stuff that pisses him off and he doesnt forget easily no sir. I dont forget grudges at the snap of a finger nor do i forget behavior that is totally assinine and insulting. On that note im not about to go and tell them why i are pissed because if they take their behaviour that lightly that they dont even remeber then whats the bloody point of even trying to be friends?

So yeah im done for today, gonna go play something cause no one at all is online to talk to. Stupid people and their doing stuff on fridays; BAH! to them. Albeit tomorrow night should be rather interesting, but hey it will be something to do. Yes well i will talk to you all again sometime and btw Janelle contrary to popular belief the Gestapo were not a book or something. Might want to keep that in mind if you hope to pass social 30 :P

Till Next Ramble

The Amazing Boring Yurko

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