Copyright

I don't feel like writing, so this post won't be as good as the previous one (hell, even I liked it). The previous one was so good that Indy copied a joke from it into his own blog. I can see him sitting on his chair, giggling at his own cunningness: "Damn the copyright, damn you and damn the broccoli!" And then he walks to his mailbox and he finds Torino 2006, a complete rubbish game that I sent him. And then he actually has to play the damn thing, now who got "up yours!"'d eh? That's for not respecting the copyright. Don't. Do it. Again. I'm always a step ahead anyway, so don't waste your efforts.

Dat is Michel eh, altijd ne stap verder dan de rest...

Back to business.
What business? I'm running a business now? Why isn't anyone telling me these things?
I went to school this morning and I even managed to make the first lesson. The girl was there again. And she did it again! Total genius, waiting twenty minutes for the teacher to arrive and then leave when he does. Absolutely brilliant. I'll have to disappoint those people who thought that I would do the same, because the first lesson today was one of my favourite subjects and I didn't want to miss it. So, instead, I did the next obvious thing: I made a fool of myself. It was not my intent, but right before she passes me I open my mouth to its maximum extent and I just yawn my ass of. And then she passes me. I'm like 'Ow sh--!' and she looks at me in her own, special way. It was a great moment, me yawning and her looking at me yawning. It really made my day, although it probably could have been better. Ah well, another chance on Monday.

See you next time, have a drink on me.