Another Juicy FYI

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The thing about bananas is that they go bad really fast. They get all gross and splotchy and are just not edible at a certain point. Considering this, I'm gonna need the LJ users of the world to LISTEN UP. WHY is it that in Donkey Kong, bananas are made out to be FLAWLESS, GIANT, JUICY YELLOW BUNDLES OF GOODNESS?? In actuality, bananas are imperfect, just like me and you! And I disagree with what the creators of this video games have done to bananas. Not EVERY banana can be THAT good looking....

The rest of the day is spent resting and preparing to continue your march the next day. Rome is only a half day's march away and no one is sure what to expect. The march goes smoothly; there are no attacks, no sign of any enemy opposition at all in fact. You reach the Vale of Vicecount, an valley covered from one end to the next in vineyards, just north of the Imperial City by midday. A halt is called to the march to allow scouts to survey approaches...

Ehhhhhhh Im feeling so shag, no. Damn mutha-fking shag. Monday I remembered i fell down the stairs in School. Omfg, damn paiseh can. But im glad that only Weisiang was beside me at that time & he didnt manage to catch me. Like what the hell. Then skipped afternoon class & went Town with some to get presents for Lexson & Samuel. Believe it or not, my first time skipping class ever since i entered this course. Not bad right? :D Tuesday Fire Drill, after so long!...

Ok so…this is the earth…damn that is a sweet earth….WRONG…anyways back to life as a Kiwi.   So Feijoa Sorbet kinda rocks my socks off.   Then it was nap time on the floor for quite a while.   The next day we got to go back to our apartment but not for 6 hrs after we were kicked out of the hotel.   So we went to get breakfast (MUFFINS) and then to Gunits physio appt because his knee is still hurt from beer pong way back when (laugh at him for me…thanks) and then to internet place to get coffee...

“What was that all about?” For her amazing question, Angel received the even more amazing reply: “I don’t want to talk about it.” Carly Young was huddled in a gap between two lockers where a water fountain had once stood, her arms folded angrily around her uniform-clad frame. She was as proficient at hiding as she was at freaking out. Angel assumed she had spent a good five or so minutes scavenging around the entirety of the miniature Saxton Academy before finally...