Why are the DJs talking like that? What's wrong with them?
I have my last ever university exam in four hours. One more essay after that and I'm done with uni. I joined this site in year 9. Time flies.
At high school they told us uni would be the best years of our lives. I thought it was going to be like American Pie. Three and a half years on and the most fun I've had remains the pub crawl night during orientation week in first year. I've made no good friends - I've got some I chat with on Facebook, but none I'll call up to go out for beers with or anything like that - and aside from a few journalism classes where I had good debates, my best memories of uni are probably going to be driving to and from the place listening to music. (I fell in love with Kaputt doing that.) That's pretty sad. I've probably only got myself to blame though. When I started uni I was still attached to my group of friends, the group who considered things like joining clubs/societies or doing cool extracurricular stuff at uni as lame. I grew out of the phase about two years ago, but it was too late, as uni went on the backburner as I focused on my full-time job. Oh well. Maybe I'll come back later on as one of those annoying mature-age students and study Italian again.
Anyway, better get to studying.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've traveled over half our state to be here tonight. I couldn't get away sooner because my new well was coming in at Coyote Hills and I had to see about it. That well is now flowing at two thousand barrels and it's paying me an income of five thousand dollars a week. I have two others drilling and I have sixteen producing at Antelope. So, ladies and gentlemen, if I say I'm an oil man you will agree. You have a great chance here, but bear in mind, you can lose it all if you're not careful. Out of all men that beg for a chance to drill your lots, maybe one in twenty will be oilmen; the rest will be speculators - that's men trying to get between you and the oilmen - to get some of the money that ought by rights come to you. Even if you find one that has money, and means to drill, he'll maybe know nothing about drilling and he'll have to hire out the job on contract, and then you're depending on a contractor that's trying to rush the job through so he can get another contract just as quick as he can. This is the way that this works.
I've always found genre tags a massive bore. I couldn't care less to be honest. I don't understand how talking about genre is even interesting. They're usually so broad and have so much crossover it's pointless bringing them up. I've hidden genre in iTunes.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've traveled over half our state to be here tonight. I couldn't get away sooner because my new well was coming in at Coyote Hills and I had to see about it. That well is now flowing at two thousand barrels and it's paying me an income of five thousand dollars a week. I have two others drilling and I have sixteen producing at Antelope. So, ladies and gentlemen, if I say I'm an oil man you will agree. You have a great chance here, but bear in mind, you can lose it all if you're not careful. Out of all men that beg for a chance to drill your lots, maybe one in twenty will be oilmen; the rest will be speculators - that's men trying to get between you and the oilmen - to get some of the money that ought by rights come to you. Even if you find one that has money, and means to drill, he'll maybe know nothing about drilling and he'll have to hire out the job on contract, and then you're depending on a contractor that's trying to rush the job through so he can get another contract just as quick as he can. This is the way that this works.