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Internship is boring. Can't wait until lunch. Ah! Lunch!
Now?

Okay. Huhuhuhuh....

[after lunch]

Well, that was...inspiring. I saw a six-legged spider. Ate bread. They even have bread here. I know I have to try to be more....nice, but it's hard.
Let's see if I can update what I typed at home...

[looking...searching...]

There's no floppy drive! This is insanity! Must...use...powers...

Here to stay. that Korn vid sure rocks my socks

Well, after the sucking internship (I don't mean that in the actual physical contact manner) the dutch railways decided to not let any trains go for 2 hours, after which the Dreamwalker and I ended up in a totally packed train which drove no faster than 50 kph, where a total groceteethed dude thought he had a shot at me. Well, somewhere deep insede he must have his Don Juan side, but I was hot and steamy and lost my sunglasses. I still had this huge monksuits-filled bag which I had to drag to school so I just smiled and walked away.

Mirror sucked. I fucked the dance up, because some stuff had changed (hey! Why in the name of hell tell me!) and no-one really bothered to try real hard because it was too warm.
After Mirror everyone decided it was neccessary to stay for an hour and talk about what every one should do with their scripts (eat it! eat it!) and I left halfway through.

Came home all warm and annoyed. Miss Gassitall is here. Tomorrow: internship, day 2. The horror continues.