I deeply despise anything that begins with "P" ..
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.. and ends with "hotomontage."

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What were YOU thinking? *shakes head* the sick and disturbed mind of youth these days, what happened to back in those good ol' days when the only entertainment that was available was washing your own clothes and everyone rushing out to collect firewood (fallen branches) after a typhoon has hit like a Myer Stocktake Sale?

Ah, the needle mark from yesterday was still there. The thought of a SHARPENED DOUBLE-ENDED STICK (oh Lord of the Flies, how can I forget) spearing into your flesh does not sound very appealing, and if I was performing JURY DUTY at the High Court, I would accuse the doctor for the crime of mutation, or sexual assault. (Thankyou, those immensly exciting and tres educational double-period Commerce classes).

Anywho, as I was slowly activating into DAMIEN MODE yesterday during Commerce class, when suddenly I noticed that at the door of D11, stood a silouette that I can barely see..

" All the girls with last names A to L, can you please go to the TLC .. "

OH ALAS ! GOOD LORD OF MERCY, THYNE SAVIOUR! *kneels down and bows and therefore deactivating Damien Mode*

The TLC was lined up with year 7 girls and guys still wondering HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO CONTRACT CERVIVAL CANCER, and there I sat with them, clutching my pink vaccination form for dear life, wondering what awaits my fate behind that pink curtain of doom..

" NEXTTTT"

*gulps and glances at the chick next to me*

" go up Betty"

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So then I sat down in those uncomfortable school chairs next to this nurse, who was changing needles on the school tables. The question of hygiene rose in my mind, wondering whether the nurse knew what colours of bubblegum has managed to find its way under those cheap quality school tables, due to the lack of government fundings. =='

Nurse: do you have asthma?
Me: no.
Nurse: do you have any allergies?
Me: no.
Nurse: are you pregnant?

Excuse me, DO I LOOK PREGNANT TO YOU? Do I look like I go to nightclubs every second week, get smashed, high and hungover, "gets it on in 2 minutes" (LMFAO >_>) and end up being found by police on the streets of Manly and Bondi? Do I look like I'm a regular visitor to Las Vegas, Amsterdam or Macau- the asian Las Vegas, with 1323928 frequent flyer points? ==

*shakes head with disgust*

So then, I was about to tell her I was too young for it yet, but as soon I uttered a syllable, before I was METALLY, PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY prepared, I felt this thin needle injecting fluids into my upper arm right above my tann line, with great resemblance to that scene in "American Gangster" where they were injecting weed into their helpless circulation systerms.

But to the contrary, I did not get high and end up leaving the dreaded with a round band-aid and a smiley face IMMUNE stamp. Naww, I think I deserve a sticker for my bravery and perseverance shown on that day.

xx.
George.

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