Life of a poet

The Learning Center, keyword, not learning

So I'm chillin' up here at my school's Learning Center, talking with Cody and minlessly surfing the net. In otherwords, nothing really all that constructive or important, my brain is still kinda fried from my THREE tests on Monday and writing a four (well mine was five) page Science & Philosophy paper Monday night.

Everyone seems to be raving on and on and on about Halo 2 today, I never played either one, so I'm not really all that in tune to their discussions today. But that doesn't stop me from joining in on videogame based conversations.

KevN, Marc, Lenninee, and many others are anxious to get this whole play things over. KevN would like to not be blonde anymore, he had to be blonde for his part in the play as an Italian immigrant, yeah I know it makes NO sense, and Marc just wants free time again (to of course be our GM for D&D, hehe).

Let's see anything else, oh yeah, I promise to upload some new material (namely poems) again soon, just been extremely uberbusy lately, which kinda sorta MAJORLY sucks ass. But oh well, that's life it seems. Now, if we could all just get some time for D&D so I can avenge Dolven's death in previous D&D stuff, yeah, okay whatever, I'm just looking to MMDPRP, that's Murder Maim Destroy, Pillage Rape Plunder for all ya none-up-on-my-super-awesome-style-of-coolnees with the abbreviations...yeah I know, shut up. Have fun, read some poems [i.e. mine] and feel free to recommend any good RPGs or other good PS2 games [and let's not get all Halo happy--I've been hearing that all day].

Ciao,

Darká Degerön - the poet Darká