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11 August, 2007

38 Weeks And Counting

Heh. I'm like all hyped up for this new project me and Johnny are working on:

38 Weeks And Counting

It will so gonna be the next big hit! Wahaha... The title describes the whole situation best; a countdown to that one very last day, before everything falls back to square one again. Hmm.. Pretty deep crap. And I'm so lovin' it.. Yeahh.. Haha. Wheeeeeeww! Two songs down, five more to go.. Heh. And Billy, take your time man. We'll wait for you. And on that one day, Sinister Infants will rise!

Hmm.. I'll be waiting patiently for tomorrow. When tomorrow comes, one week will be gone, and it'll be 37 more weeks to go... and counting. Heh. And I thought I wouldn't be coming for class tomorrow. Well, shit happens. Always. And it'll totally be way much worst if I were to absent myself. She'd probably think that I'm a coward. Heh. So all I got to do is to just act 'normal', play pretend for a day that the incident which occurred the other night (special thanks to a friend) didn't happen. I hope it goes well. Amen.

reminisced;
- 11:07 PM