Sports Day is a weird concept. I mean, a day of life dedicated to sports. That's just weird.
Being the primitive nonconformist beings that we are, we decided to skip the planned activities. In the prime (or lack thereof) of our youth we obviously felt the urge to rage against the machine and so we did. However, an example of a being who was obviously more experienced in life and knew what was best for us youths chanced upon us engaging in merriment. This pinnacle of knowledge, obviously boasting cognitive skills far superior to ours, realised that we were wasting our life playing with various pieces of cardboard (as opposed to others who are utilising their breathing time well by running in circles and/or watching said others run in circles). Said being then proceeded to confiscate all that we possessed for merriment, and left in a hurry. As we gazed in the infinite awe of her intelligence we realised that we had but one bidding, and that was to join the conformist hordes and watch the events of running around in circles. While we attempted to do this with the recommended amount of spirit and joy, our decadent and useless voids of souls refused to enjoy this. Thus we soon proceeded to swath ourselves in a mire of decadent music, which refreshed our twisted souls. Thank you, O mighty being for saving our souls from the wretched cards! We have certainly gained much knowledge from this experience.
At least they have.
Listen to me when I say 'keep your cards'.
Ignoring the underlying message of the wise man's cries, the fool ran off the cliff and plunged to his demise. He can find much company in those who lost their cards today. Peace be upon your souls!
QFT.
Today was a rather interesting day. We got our cards and shit confiscated and shit. It was interesting on the whole. Sports Day is retarded. I hate the whole enthusiastic mainstream running gays. I hate supporting them. I hate watching them. On the contrary, I enjoy sitting on the fifth floor spiral staircase and listening to Rick Astley while trying to emo.
I don't understand why our stuff was taken. What, because we didn't become sheep followers? Because we didn't want to watch the stupid events so we did something else? There's like dozens of people in the concourse not giving a shit, and more in the library playing computer games. There's idiots in the canteen and in the student lounge and for some reason, because we're 400 metres further from the damned track we are the ones who get raped.
Meh, too lazy to give a shit right now.
Bye.
p.s., it means Quoted for Truth. Go read more forums.
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