I hate the word.
I hate it even more when I feel that I've been punished for something that I didn't really do or wasn't really involved in.
But well, I suppose if the punishment has to be served, then I'm the one to serve it.
It's like the time when I made fun of the Oregon Ducks to the head coach. I was punished by being dressed up as the mascot and made to reveal my identity during half-time. Boy did I feel stupid. But I did deserve it that time cause I did make fun of the ducks...and they're still Sitting DUCKS!!!!
It's National Day and I'm not filled with nationalistic pride. Why? Cause they're having a big ass party and I ain't invited that's why. There're a lot worse places than to be I suppose. Downtown's like a ghost town. It's really empty. I guess everyone's staying home to watch the parade.
It's entertaining enough I suppose but it used to be punishment for watching too much TV.
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