backpack dreams

I didn't realize this till now but my email is subscribed to many different fast food vendors...
Okay okay, it's only Papa John's and Domino's. And Pop Tarts... Incorporated, or whatever they are.
But Jesuits, they send a lot of emails. So if you ever want online promo code, hit me up. I am swimming in them. Literally.
Here, I'll give all of you loyal readers a freebie, a Large Ultimate Pepperoni Pizza for only $11.99! The secret promo code is 32709!
And no, I'm not receiving any sort of royalty check or anything from Mr. Papa John.
This one is straight from the goodness of my heart. You are welcome.
I also watched "It's a Wonderful Life" today. I love watching movies. Movies movies movies movies.
Movies are the ultimate form of escape for me. Mr. Chaldu says that's why people take drugs. Anywho, next up: Citizen Kane and The Sting! The latter was royally recommended by my good friend Nikhil. Lots of dem shout outs in this post.
Papa John and Nikhil Sheth, raise da roof! Woo woo. I pity me.

Vincent if you are reading this go to page 19 of the 2006 yearbook, I shat giggles when I saw it. I would scan it and spread it amongst the internet but my scanner apparently is having a fit.
And the reason I defecated giggles and diddles is not purely because of what lies on page 19 but more because that was when I realized that I was staying up late looking just to look at my old yearbook mind-singing* the Spice Girls.
It was one of those "you had to be there" moments. But then again, if you were with me in bed last night... You better not be one of those people that tries to pull that cold feet shit, I sharpen my toenails just for that sort of occasion.

Just kidding, my feet get cold too. The trick is to wear socks in bed.

Anyway, hope your pizza has arrived by now and I also hope that I find a barber. I'm very picky when it comes to barbers.

*Mind-singing is sort of like humming but more in your brain, you don't physically make any noise, it's really all in your head, but it's all there, the drums, the bass, the back-ups, the guitar, the raunchy rolling of the r's. It's like Baby Jesus put a portable mp3 player in all of our servile little skulls. It's fun really.

I'm typing out of my ass now, which is probably where my pink eye came from. (No it didn't!)
Okay bye bye.

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"Cool Hand Luke" is my favorite movie.
It has undoubtedly changed my life.
I wish I picked Paul Newman as my prominent American.


It also seems as though staring at George Kennedy and Paul Newman for two hours has made my eyes worse, either that or I shouldn't of rubbed them so much.
But a very very dumb portion of me enjoys pink eye.
The fact that it is so damn contagious makes me feel powerful.
Like I should just rub my retinas on all my neighbors' door handles.




PiNk EyE rUlEz!
Not really.
But still, being able to watch movies and whatnot isn't bad.

I think I have pink eye.
I think?

And no, I did not let someone defecate on my face a la 2girls1cup nor did I accidentally wipe away my eye gunk with my recently used shit covered ass dildo (if I owned one, that is). Truth is, I don't know how I obtained such disease.
Luckily my uncle is a doctor so I got hookupz and he faxed over a prescription to the local CVS and I just picked it up.

Yup.
That's it.

If I have school with you, I may or may not see you for a couple days.

The above is/was why, depending on when you read this.

Postscript: I am about to watch "Cool Hand Luke," I have high hopes. I also want to watch "The Sting," which I've also heard is good.