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Post by Blake Andrews on Jul 31, 2009 21:07:06 GMT
Dear Journal:
Sorry if there's some errors in my writing today. I'm running on about an hour of sleep... I think I'm not quite over Europe yet. I'm pretty sure there's water beneath me, but I don't feel like stretching over my unconcious neighbor to open the blinds and find out. There's a lot of downsides to having an officer in the Army as a father, but riding first class to Europe has to be one of the perks... Lots of leg room, and a stewardess who conveniently forgot to check my ID. Their marmosas are delicious.
I don't know about this school I'm going to. Somnium Academy? My father said it was for gifted students, and that all I would have to do is apply myself. He's obviously a slow learner. On the upside, I heard the legal smoking age is 16, so I no longer need to seduce those poor PX workers in to smuggling me some cigs. Speaking of, I cannot wait to get off this goddamn plane. I need a smoke really badly...
Well, it'll be a fresh start. I'll keep you updated on how it's going, Journal. I'm going to try, unsuccessfully, I'm sure, to sleep.
-- B
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Post by Blake Andrews on Aug 2, 2009 23:21:01 GMT
Journal:
So first, a revision on last entry... Or rather, an addendum. Although the smoking age is indeed 16, you have to be 18 to buy the damn cigarettes. Well, I have two packs of Winstons until I have to divine a way to acquire more.
In other and slightly better news, I never thought I'd find a country where energy drinks are more prolific! I found a new one called Relentless. I thought NOS was good! I think I'm in love, haha...
Speaking of being in love, there are some absolutely beautiful young ladies here at Somnium. I won't get too in detail right now, but who knows. Maybe Europe won't be so bad after all.
--B
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