Yip…go see my brother…
The topic title is a lyric from the song “Right On”, by TQ, from his new album Listen If you have been convinced by anything that I have reason and wish to know what makes me it’s listening to a cd like Listen. “Adore” makes me cry; “Fly” makes me fly. True singing in my eyes. I had waited 6 years for something like this.
Or if you want to see how I get so stupid and be a “Rowdytum” as Germans say (the stupidest word EVER!) then perhaps you might want to listen to Busta Rhymes Anarchy, the best rap album ever! It’s 23 tracks of crazy exhausting electric INSANE rhymes, and this cd is not for your mother! I’ll tell you that for jack! It’s not the same song from the snippets on amazon for they’re not loud or long enough but just accept from me that the second track “SALUTE DA GODS!!” does exactly what it says on the tin. Err the old days I was 12 when I acquired such a cd in sweden. Warning don’t be so foolish as to do what Enjoy Da Ride implies through the craziness. Just use the song to become er pleased. On the snippet you can’t hear the crazy guys singing in the chorus (which is just busta rhymes anyway). That which I try always to capture in my Latin stories, a general feeling or disturbing craziness or whatever, Busta equally here creates Anarchy on a compact disc.
And if you want to know the final acid/alkali formula of insanity after you’ve listened to Anarchy, or as much as you can take 
, try Aaron Carter, “Crazy Little Party Girl”. 
Anyhow the real point in this post aside from my being bored and it’s a kind of tradition for me to give my dearies a update. No we’ll keep that a.
I feel that this new day shall mark a crossroads in my life, when I realise my destiny and recognise people who are just tying me down; I need to break free from the chains of society and face my problems and goals head on, and not listen to any one getting me down and focus on making my dreams come true. Surrounded by those who love me, my true family and friends, I know that I can make it if I just believe in myself. I learned that in Psalm √169. I realise that doors can not be opened for me, they have to be merited and this crossroads is a now a bridge, do I walk or fall. Do I paddle or swim. Do I slap or prod. Do I learn or do my homework. Do I listen or ignore. Do I write or scribble. Do I succeed or fail. I have had time to reflect and reminisce and I realise that I must reach for the sky!
And because of this, I am beginning my third and perhaps most challenging Latin work in terms of the maturity required. The plot is not as complex as the previous thing I wrote but it’s just more hard to write and might make me cry. So I need you to wish me much luck. Also I am beginning my new language. I have to stop sitting deferring sheets and procrastinating. Or rather postannuminating! Sorry whiteoctave you WILL get your epistles. yip…we’ll have that pint.
Talking about I knew day I am now free I think nullam to be faire as before. I had a short period of fuzz wherein I thought some one to be some one else. I am now fully sane again. That’s why the Latin thing has to be done like.
Talking about a new day I had a German lesson it was the BEST Yip I have not done any of german in what years. I had to ask what ‘small’ was. Ha ha advanced class mee foot! At least I knew the 3rd person plural indicative inflection of the verb ‘to have’! Anyway the teacher sat at the back and laughed as we could write on the smooth silky whiteboard in German. RRR I felt an unfamiliar old urge for the harshness and asperity of German. And I skipped french in favour of chemistry wherein I learned the formula Oxidation no for all compounds so I can work out ANY compound. Try Francium Hydroxide FrOH boosh. That would never happen. German was great though, the teacher said we were going to have some singer as background music of a girl called Katie Mel something and I said, ich muss sagen dass dieses Musik mir nicht gefällt! ich mag rap! and she said, she like rap also 
I said “Ich wusste das nicht” (I did not know that!) What a RAGING conversation!! ha ha.
You can mock me for such a long post but I do this periodically when the forum be quiet, also that President thread has huger less thrilling posts in here!
Aha that’s what I posted this for…I have the BEST joke ever! Sums up wales mining valleys so nicely. If you tell any one this is about wales, give it a bad image that it deserves! God you should have seen this nut today he was like 2 feet tall earring shaved eyebrows and ‘feck i ain purrin em inna bin like s wo dinnerladies for like! i feckin off like! fag like’ Anyway, picture where such filth incults. All council houses a corner shop and a rubbish tip across the street, the sinus of the economy and er furniture. There’s a place up here called the TNT (pronounced ‘tint [like]’) where they have rooves of you guessed it TIN.
So in one of these REAL tin houses a single mother, naturally, is washing the dishes with no-brand washing up liquid. Her nut son walks up to her as she flops her washing up gloves off and strokes her newly exposed hands and inquires, “Mother, why are your hands so soft?” and she says “Because I’m 12.”
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… so I have no school horror stories to write about at the moment anyway 
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