I'm twenty!

I was borned!

You're an old baby. A very old baby.

Urgh, I hate most New Who episodes pre Smith. URGH.

Oh, I'm from then!

Besides, it gives me something to do.

It's university, dude, they've got guidelines for bereavement and they're not allowed to break them. I'd get a three day extension, maximum, if they decide to allow it after I submit the form. I'd need proof of hospital admittance, too. It's ridiculous. They don't care.

I know, but right now I don't want to do anything. I've an essay due in two weeks, though, and extensions are three days at most. World's not going to stop for me.

So you all know: My grandfather had a stroke on Friday morning. It's major. As in, he's most likely not going to recover major. I haven't seen him awake since he's had it. He's in hospital right now, and I don't think he'll ever leave.

Here's my 3DS Friend Code who wants to play Pokémon?
0318-7566-4909

Sky Attack counts as Sp. Atk!

I don't see how TeleVision affects literacy and how we view literary works.

I saw a guy wearing a WINNING shirt at work yesterday. It tore me inside.

I feel bad upvoting, but, yeah that's a terrible situation to be in. I can't even comprehend it.

GET OUT

SCREECH

I'm a canary.

I'm not an owl anymore.

I do not envy your position or your bills.

The Daily Express (an awful racist rag) promoted a tweet. Then someone found out that if you promote a tweet, the promoter has to pay per reply.

It didn't go well.