I have played a lot of football in the last few days, and gosh darn don't my feet know about it. I appreciate that as a topic my feet is a particularly gross but I am a gross human being so your queezyness means little to me. Soon it is the start of the 5 a side season so I decided that whenever asked to go out and indulge in the great game I would do so, for fitness and such. Whilst I feel that I have slightly improved upon my stamina it is the rocket I keep on the end of my right peg that has seen the biggest improvement. No longer do I have a wild shotgun that will shoot in a wildly powerful yet woefully inaccurate instead I having a homing missile, painfully destructive yet surprisingly finessed in terms of accuracy. I feel they are two similes of epic proportions, it's a shame that only our soccer following fans will fully understanding them. Now to a topic less vomit inducing, college. In 4 days I go back to college and I am not looking forward to it, sure I get to meet new people, but I hate new people. There's also the age old argument of "you get to see your actual friends everyday", well no, if they were my actual friend then I would have seen them throughout the summer. Except for Pat, I detest him to the very core and occasionally we ran into each other over the holidays. I hate that boy. I joke, I joke, I love the skinny little runt. Love him to pieces.
Anyway I have to go and battle Jackie Chan in a fight to the death whilst doing a water colour painting. I shall speak to you on Monday minions.
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