welcome to wherever i is

this is where don is talking about his sad shit little fucking screwed up life. and don is a person i know personally, and very well.

well today, don had a very unpleasant time. firstly, his maids mom had a stroke and is going back home to the land named after a spaniard who had syphilis banging too many chiobus 3 centuries ago.
i pity her, her moms even younger than my mum. her father has disappeared and she has 2 younger siblings. fibbing, possible, but don is not interested to judge. all don knows is that she never asked for money or additional help. nice.

back to don. now don is an extremely sad shit leading a desperate life. now until when a replacement comes along which would be in a while, because dons parents prefer to shop around and not rush in, don has to do all the shit around the house. learning experience. so don has to get water to his room and clean up the messes after himself. life has cast a dark shadow on him and he is pissed with life.

then in school, don was feeling like a sore used dick during math because the expansions look like mandarin to him 操你妈B. or something like that floating across the screen. binomial expansion wasnt taught in ri, so the rafflesian pedigree didnt know how to do it. other than of course he is stupid, from the diffusion on the concentration gradient in his class, but here we digress.

life sucked more when rehearsing for pw. don wrote scripts for the esteemed members of 230. its alright that some did prepare, some didnt. now don is not a prolific writer and this was not his best piece. actually maybe, since this is the first time he has bothered about writing a script for presentation at all. but here we digress. despite these, don put his heart and soul into writing the script. every word crafted so lovingly, every sentence done with dick in the mix. he envisaged a nouveau vista, something that was truly good and the hope for a better age.

even though this was rjc, auspicium was not to be melioris. wait it didnt even materialise. the beauty played out in his small pathetic cranium outside his hypothalamus of course was all but to crystallize. nope, not a Ksp wasnt exceeded.

as they read with their accents, i felt banged. bang bang bang. nope, not from a .38 magnum, but from some gigantic offending testtube washer. i was raped and i felt like i was dying.

i foamed. maybe 377A shouldnt be repealed and sex offenders should be hanged, anyway lets not digress from the subject hereinbefore and hereinafter refered to as don.

dons dream was in shambles. his great vision, gone. everything that once appeared vaporised immediately. sublimed, whatever. the grand vision, the great plan or in this case, the great leap forward all got FUCKED, real bad.

don resigned to fate and an A for PW, A for approaching expectations that is. and even these expectations are crap, shit, fit for those without dicks.

oh please, after PW there was reprieve. but don didnt understand no shit about superposition and youngs double slit. don loves slits, but not young's. so don tried to read knowledge again, but to no avail as he laughed himself silly listening to the most honorable yiheng & co. (est. time immemorial) discussing jve wang.

if kids say the darnest things, this most honorable company say the nastiest things ever heard of of a girl seated barely 3 rows away. for "she is the modern medusa, if she sits at the back id sit in the front and vice versa, if she sits in the center i pon the tutorial." now thats not very nice, is it. but to think about it, even lenny leng, the paradigm of niceness and what is good, the paragon of a beautiful mind, the exemplar for all lesser beings like rafflesians, said he lost his appetite the first time he saw her.

now she is THAT captivating.

and she is in nigels pw group.

econs was another bitter and hard struggle as don struggled to grasp the different symbols used. and the little inconsistencies in the notes which don only managed to articulate after meditating hard with his stick on the bus. anyway don, the wuss and bastard decided to have some fun, declaring people NOOB when they furiously punched their calculators and got the wrong answer.

quite a bit for a noob day for don.

don then moved on and wanked hard in the canteen as the coolest guys in class congregated at a table to discuss jve wang. the girl in question has gotten them by their balls as they discussed the cruelty of the heavens or genes or whatever u believe in. and here these honorable persons spent a better part of an hour before don ventured home. utter noobness.

and don got noobed once again as he took 156. 157 arrived just after. don cursed the bus and hoped that it would break down, which sadly didnt materialize. don was distraught and flipped off at that bus. but no diff, 156 crawled along and 157 sped past.

and don met nigel at coro.

such is the sad, sad, sad life
of a boy
named don.

and here, he lifts
his middle finger and says
fuck you very much.