Thursday, 8.1.2009
My panicked diary,
Great. Just freaking great. We arrived to the airport and what happens? BOOM! That freaking thing with bazooka just blew out our helicopter and our transport! If anyone can read this, I wanna say I never wanted to be a scientist, I wanted to sell video games at video store! Argh! I hate my life! I can't concentrate! I'm overreacting to everything! There's a piece of metal that burst through my leg! I had to take an adrenalin shot and now I just wanna take out my pistols and go sparta on that thing like johnwooandicantthinkstraighticanwriteiwannakillitthissucksihatemylifeouchmylegithurtsargh