i dont understand why canadian $100 bills are printed. considering that most stores (other than asian grocery stores for some reason) dont accept $100 dollar canadian bills, regardless of how skilled their employees may be in telling fakes or regardless if the shop has an infra-red/blue/black light/photon/super-out-of-this-world jupiter counterfeit lamp and regardless of how good a person is at scratching off inkblot dyes, NOBODY, yes...NOBODY seems to wanna take $100bills!
doesnt make sense. if noone takes 'em, why print 'em?

maybe ill just start paying in seashells and toenail clippings.
value will be judged by how long the nail is, it's hardness and gloss. that'll be how trade occurs in my kinda society. cause think about it, nobody can be too rich..and nobody can ever be poor. you can only grow your nails to such a length at one time and people always grow nails!!! so yea...thatd make sense.

but getting to my story...i have only a $100 bill on me (and dont be fooled, im no baller..im not p.diddy or master P...this hundred dollars is all i have to my good filipino name. i really hate asking people to break my 100's for the simple fact that i dont like passing my 'troubles' on to others. with that in mind, i figured, "hey, ill give the bill to the bank...right back where it came from..suckas!"
smart rite? thing is..i couldnt find my bank card.
so i wake up this morning hoping to clean my room, turn it upside down and find this card - cause i knew for certain it was in here somewhere. so i sit down at my computer to set the mood...load some songs into my media player..and i notice..."holy crap! my card is right under my speakers!!!"
with that found....

I CHANGED MY MIND! I CHANGED MY MIND!
I CHANGED MY MIND!!

yeah!

so much for cleaning rooms.
then again, i cant leave my room like this..considering i have the time between now and my next final, ill clean my room.
besides, this just gives me a reason to put all of my books on my deskshelf...text books specifically, so i can admire every text and lab book and notebook, and course for that matter, that ive conquered!!

im so full of myself.
oh well.

who wants steak and beers?!!

p.s. my mucus is really thick. i can trap running mice with it.
cirque du soleil should hire me for this talent.

"the more you study, the more you know. the more you know, the more you forget. so why study?"

funny.
but we all know that practice makes permanence!!