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I am Sans Paba, protecting you against ultraviolet rays. "‘ello  
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Harold Saxon would like to offer you a Grit.
Can't talk to someone when all you want to do is hack their chest open and rip out their guts. Eff off, Harry, or whatever your name is. High caliber my ass.
I was made on a monday morning or a friday afternoon. I sort of wish this was a proper outlet for my emotions, like any other emotion-bleeding teenager/young adult/adult/old geezer. The trouble is, I tend to release my emotion in different ways, like kicking a wall by accidental flinch and consequently almost breaking my toe. Walking up and down stairs is very difficult for me. I think my doctor is about to recommend that I buy a cane. Great, I can whack people with it. Muahahaha. Again, for this semester, this blog will probably be (mostly) ignored. I have a tremendous amount of energy reserved for studying, working, and making sure I eat, drink and sleep. I also need time to watch my favourite TV shows. Funny enough, I tend to spend most of my time on a computer. I'm wearing out the battery on my laptop viciously, and yet, no blogging. I write constantly, as most of my classes require it. And yet, no blogging. I'm in a slump. I can't do this consistently, my attention span goes in waves. My career has to be pretty damn interesting. Although, I'm also changing my major. I'm just a big ball of warm happy fluff. Zoinks.
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