Oh holy Moses I've got eleven days left here!
Part of me feels excited to start college soon, but another part is growing reluctant to leave all that I have here. Which essentially is the missus. Oh ok, and the family.
Bye babe! Will miss being yours! (and shagging you.)
Bye Dad! Will miss your singular abdominal and overall blurness!
Bye Mom! I won't miss your nagging!
Bye Sis! Sometimes I miss you completely anyway (fourfeet*COUGH*nine)
Jeez, I haven't even packed. Will appreciate comments on unimportant living-abroad necessities (that means no "clothes lah you dumbshit" or "yourself lah ha. ha."), things like the foldable laundry basket my mom got for me and the multiple-colour-glowing alarm clock cum thermometer that the missus got.
I've also got some TV software installed so I can watch the EPL, so that's whoop dee doo for me.
Have been placed in the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity. What that means to someone who's completely foreign to the Greek system, I don't quite know.
EXCEPT THAT YOU CAN SOON CATCH ME ON COLLEGE FUCK FEST HA HA HA HA HA. If you start laughing at the tiny chink dick on your computer screen, it could be me.
I'm kidding babe. The frat looks esteemed and prestigious and serious. I mean, Robert S. McNamara, former president of the World Bank was a FIJIan. So ironic that I am currently reading a book blasting McNamara as part of the American corporatocracy that's only serving the forward march of the American global empire. Conspiracy theory, I like.
Anyway, cheerio.
PS. Who wants a foursome? Must bring own partner.
