It's been real. Really, it has.

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I never, ever want to see another circle again. The SAT was a big blur of bubbles and pencil marks. I took it at Harmony, which is the most ghetto school ever. It brought a whole new meaning to "old school." It was 50 black people... and me. (There was also this 10-year old Indian boy who looked scared out of his mind). I was afraid I would get shot at or something horrid like that. The kid I sat next to only spoke to me once: "How do you write a cursive I?"

Good times taking standardized tests.

Today I learned about creationism. It really makes sense. Zach and other "Darwin homeboy" friends, I respect your views, but it really does make sense. I mean, it's the kind of information that you sit back and scratch your chin and go, "Oooooh. Yeah." Science really doesn't contradict creationism. In fact, science can be used to back up creation in many instances.

Peace out homies.

I like that the Japanese go for quality and not quantity in their food. Americans just scarf down anything that takes less than 20 minutes to make. I mean, microwave ovens, hello? Easy Mac? McDonalds, Wendy's, Burger King, all of these reflect the American spirit: bad food quickly. No wonder you never see a fat Japanese person. They eat good food and they burn off those calories by preparing it! If only we would slow down and enjoy something for a change. Asians have got it right.

America, stop and smell the sushi!

(Wish me luck on the SAT tomorrow... I be at Harmony community school)

Just a tip I've learned from observance:

Don't sleep around, because then you might get herpes. And herpes is not a good disease to have.

(I can't go to the 30-hour famine. I must spend hours racking my brain over the SAT. This looks like the appropriate setting for ).

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Hey look, it's Matt!

I mean, for real, is that not Matt Burton dead on?/

Do you know what I hate? I hate when drinks placed in unreliable cupholders tumble out onto
a) your lap

b) the car floor

c) the passenger next to you.

You could be having the very best night ever. And I mean your lover proposed marriage to you, your ticket won the lottery and your best friend had a baby. Then that drink tumbles and it's like a hot air balloon landed on your head. Whoosh. All downhill from there.

The only way it could get worse is if, trying to retrieve the runaway cup, you crash into a tree and damage your esophagus, therefore relying on a tube to feed you for the rest of your life, with no more hot fudge cake ever. Basically, that would be the most horrible day of my life.

Just  letting you know.