it's 10 on a friday nite. im here eating these fig bars that i bought about a week ago. considering that theyre still soft and chewy, i have come to the conclusion that there must be alot of fat or shortening in the dough to make it that soft for that long in under normal, open air room temperature conditions. nasty, but funny how i can still eat those shits huh?

it's 10 on a friday nite and i needed to get out cause frankly, ive been studying my ass off for the last week, i just had to exams and although i have this big one that ive been bitching and moaning about on monday, i felt it would be in the best interest to give myself a break and get out for a bit. otherwise, i woulda grabbed my gym bag. find some stash of guns - if we had any guns here, like they do in the u.s. and go on a mailman like rampage. yes, that WOULD happen if i didnt give myself a break once in a while. so yea, i thought i needed a break. however, noone seems to be calling me back since i informed the boys that id be on the beat of the mean streets tonite. thanks you fucking retards, wherever you are.

it's 10 on a friday nite and someone just called my house. my dad picked up the phone, and questioned hello in that filipino dad sorta tone. he repeated it several times - as i know, cause i was listening from upstairs. the intonation of his voice suggested a level of irritability.
if my dad answers the phone, and youre calling for me..ANSWER MY FUCKING DAD! whoever you are. geezus. it's ok. im not a skoolgirl. you can call me..take me out..have sex with me as much as you want on countless friday nites, and i still wont become pregnant. geez. why do people fear my dad? answer the bloke.
but then again, i could be wrong..maybe that call wasnt even for me. maybe it was even a wrong number.

it's 10 on a friday nite and it looks like, by default, im gonna have to stay in and have an intimate evening with my ex phys. lecture notes, lab notes and text book with a supersized side of nasty fig bars that are horribly bad and horribly artificial.

it's 10 on a friday nite and that's ok. im not complaining. i laugh at things.
it's an adaptive quality that ive grown to use to my best ability.
maybe ill just go for a drive..i am pretty hungry.



[those damn fellas at google]

once i again, i wanted to accompany my entry with a picture. i searched "fig bar" and the above picture youre looking at is something that came up.
it's quite the interesting picture.
i really dont know what it suggests but ill guess it's trying to promote making your own make-shift high bar for anywhere you go.

now you, too, can perform men's gymnastics and do supercool moves - EVEN IN THE FOREST! look at tim go!